Singing Assassin || Michael Gray

Warm Welcome From Brimignham

The crowd was surreal in London. Everyone in the club were all wealthy looking, wearing perfect tailored suits and dresses of many styles, bright colour and artistic patterns. Thankfully it had been a peaceful night, no fights broke out or any troubles as I was expecting and was the usual singing at clubs were people often had one too many drinks and drugs being a big problem. However the crowd were polite giving an applause after I finished each song.
I was finishing up with my song, All My Tears. I suddenly got emotional when I thought of my family and I felt a little homesick. Tears brimmed the edges of my eyes but I refused to let them fall shutting my eyes to do so.

"All my tears be washed away." I put on a large, fake grin to conceal my sadness. Bowing respectfully before walking off the stage.

I got back to my tiny room at a cheap and quite dangerous motel just outside central London (nothing I wasn't used to seeing) at 3 o'clock in the morning. I tore off my skin-tight, itchy dress and had a refreshing shower and then I quickly drifted to sleep to rest before my long travel to Birmingham for the next step.

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Michael lunged into the room covered in dark, fresh bruises and blood. The rooms atmosphere changed when they stormed into the room, it was no longer calm but now sickening anger. He stood along side of Isaiah, who looked quite resentful but vulnerable and rather empty and almost distant . "What happened?" Arthur dictated and also sighed at the sight of Michael. "We got into a fight in The Marquis of Lorne because some dumb fuck refused to be at the same bar as Isaiah because of his fucking skin colour and called him a n*****" he threw himself on the chair to rest, sighing to himself. John and Arthur both shared a hostile look, as a question of what to do next. And also shot a sympathetic look towards Isaiah.

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At Marquis of Lorne. 11:30 pm

The ecstatic  music could be heard from outside the club. The voice was so breathtaking and fascinating, it almost stopped the men from barging in though the doors to teach the sadistic racists a lesson and also pay the place a visit from the blinders to remind them of their power and hold their position. The men hesitated a short moment at the door before coming to realisation that this must be done for Isaiah and to uphold the reputation of the Peaky Blinders.
Suddenly the army of infuriated men marched into the club giving their best battle cries. Chaos quickly settled in the club. Setting fire to the curtained walls quickly lightening the dim and meagre room. Glasses being smashed. The music stopped immediately and was replaced with the sound of fear and chaos amongst the crowd.

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11:25 pm
"Message coming from my eye said leave him alone
Don't want to hear about it
Every single ones got a story to tell
And we want notes about it
From the queen of England to the hounds of hell-"
The rest of the band suddenly stopped playing as the sound of battles cries erupted through the doors. The group of men were fighting with other people; flipping  tables; setting fire to the curtained walls. My breath got caught in my throat as I froze in the spot as the men where slowly yet rapidly fighting through the crowd. The saxophone player, John pushed me off the stage "get outta here!" he yelled. I hesitantly darted off to find the nearest exit. Sprinting was a hard task in heels and a long dress. But I lifted my dress still pushing myself forward. My neat updo and dirty blonde hair had fell across my face. It felt like I was running for hours among these long narrow corridors to reach safety. My lungs were burning for air and my body was flooding with adrenaline. My heart beat accelerating with each passing second. I heard footsteps behind me causing me to quicken my pace. I ran into the door and my dress caught on the hinges. 'Fuck' I rapidly pulled myself off the door ripping my dress in the process. I ran away from the door hitting the cold, fresh air. I kept running until I crashed into something, looking up to see it was one of the hooligans that stormed the club, I didn't hesitant to hit him the throat. Good sucker punch and straight jab to the throat. He doubled over in pain and shock and gasping for air. But I ran forward again not looking back, but it was too late. There was another silhouette of man at the end of the alley waiting for my surrender. He looked like he was in his late twenties and was chewing a wooden toothpick, he also looked like a typical peaky arsehole wearing a tradition flat cap and shaved hair at the sides with longer hair in the middle. Shit, shit, shit. I was pushed up against the wall.
"What's your name?" the unknown figure demanded. The man had a awfully large moustache and long greased back hair. "Rose O'Neill, relative to the O'Neill gang so if you don't fucking let me go, they will fucking hunt you down like a dog and slaughter you" I spat at him. "She's O'Neill, huh" he laughed. "One more question, do you happen to be a racist?" he asked still speaking in monotone. "What? No!" I said confused, disgusted at thinking they were some sort of Nazis. "Alright" he stated and I was suddenly released I stood still looking at him puzzled. What the fuck, I thought I was about to be murdered not released, I started to walk away again before the other one shouted "Arthur! She's a fucking O'Neill, Tommy'll want to chat to her". I finally came to my senses and threw a upper cut under Arthur's chin causing him to stumble back, giving me time to hurl myself away from the alley. I pulled down some bins to add some obstacles for the two men, the dull noise of the metal clanging onto the ground sounded through the alley. I emerged from the alley, quickly turning the corner, only to be caught around the waist by a man who was just standing by a car smoking a cigarette, I tried to thrash myself around as hard as I could to try pry my way out again using my dead weigh and elbows. The man threw me over his shoulder, throwing out his cigarette as well. I stopped thrashing at this stage knowing they probably had weapons on them and to save my energy for what comes next. I still couldn't see at all but I could feel myself being thrown into a car with a man sitting at each side of me tying my hands. I looked up at the man tying my hands. He appeared younger than the other two men, he had longer hair which was shaved at the sides, he had bright eyes even though it was 2 o'clock in the morning, I still couldn't make out the exactly as there was only a light glow from the strips lights. We made brief eye contact, before I angrily broke it off, suddenly remembering I wasn't in a romance novel.  "You fucking brummies bastards are dead when my family find out".  The driver chuckled, "should've put her in the boot Michael" obviously not taking my threat seriously. The eldest one, sat on my right gave me a slightly sympathetic look. I rolled my eyes and scoffed at him, and pretended to go to sleep but wouldn't for the sake of missing important pieces of information. The only piece of information I learned was that I'm dealing with the Shelbys and that this is serious now.