Clean

Prologue

It was raining.

Not oh-my-god-it's-going-to-break-the-windows raining; just a steady downfall, the most common kind of rain in London.

People with their collars up and umbrellas out splashed along the dark streets in boots or high-heels or trainers. Little children whose bedtimes were well passed whined as cold water trickled from their foreheads to their noses. A few middle-aged men were gathered around a teenager to discuss the prices of drugs.

None of them noticed the man bleeding out in the alley.

Normally Sebastian preferred not to be in this type of situation. He had gotten into trouble with some foreigners of course, so cliche. But it had happened, and he had been stupid.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw figured darting across the rooftops. Great. They were coming to finish him off.

His pistol was a few feet away. He leaned over, coughing up a little blood. One hand reached for the gun while the other was pressed to the side of his abdomen, trying to hold everything in. The pool of blood around him was blossoming quickly.

This was it. He was going to die here. Alone. Nothing to show except for his military career and a tiger kill, and to him that wasn't much.

Well, at least he could go down fighting.

His hand found the pistol and he brought it up close to his chest. He looked at the rooftops, spotting his assailants. Bringing his gun up in front of him, he pulled the hammer back and waited for a clear shot.

One man down, at least three to go.

Groaning a little from pain, he aimed at another man. In seconds he was no longer running along the roof.

Successfully shooting the other two, Sebastian kept a watchful eye on the skies in case any more were coming. A few minutes of peace and he could breath easy. Well, easier.

Setting the gun down, he now pressed both hands to the wound in his side. His vision was growing fuzzy at the edges. Lifting his head to look at the moon, a gleeful smile stretched across his face. He let out a loud laugh, tears starting to roll down his grimy face.

He'd won.

He was content. He didn't care if he died right now. In fact, he kind of... wanted to. His life was just going downhill, why try to bring it back up? He'd sunk into alcohol and drugs; it'd be hard to break that.

He rested his head back on the wall, closing his eyes. The pain was slowly going.

A footstep to his immediate right made his head snap up. He gasped from the pain and coughed more. He looked up at whoever had alerted him.

It was a normal-looking man; trench coat, suit, dark combed-back hair.. but his face was what set him apart from the average.

Usually you saw concern, exhaustion, exasperation, sadness, or worry on a man's face at this time of night. There was nothing on this man's face. His dark eyes were cold and empty, his face blank.

"Did you shoot those men from down here?" the man asked. He had a slightly lilting voice.

Sebastian could feel blood dribbling from his mouth. "Y-Yes," he said as loudly as he could, which was barely louder than a whisper. He coughed, scarlet spraying onto the ground.

A flicker of interest passed over the stranger's face. he pulled out his phone, thumbs moving quickly. "You'll be fine," he said, then turned on his heel and walked away.

Sebastian was too delirious to call him back. He only closed his eyes and slipped out of consciousness, the hope of what the stranger said lingering in his mind.

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