One Love & Two Sociopaths

Chapter 7

"What did I tell you about closing your eyes?" Victor had taken Arielle back to his apartment to take care of the wound he inflicted. He would've just taken her to the hospital but you can't just walk into a hospital when you're an assassin. "I'm not even tired, calm down." Zsasz walked in carrying a towel and a small plastic tub full of supplies. He sat everything down on the bed and looked over her small body. "Do you need help taking all that off?" Normally Arielle would respond with something sassy but since she was bleeding quite a lot she staid quiet. She reached her arms out and Victor grabbed them pulling her up slightly so she could wiggle out of her blazer. Next was her black dress shirt, she was thanking God she didn't wear a vest. All that was left was her black undershirt which staid on. Arielle couldn't see what Victor was doing so she tried her best raise her head without moving her whole body. She noticed his blazer was off along his his holsters, he was left in a dark vest and black dress shirt. His sleeves were rolled up revealing his tally marks, Arielle had never seen anything like it before. She was about to say something but stopped when she felt him move her shirt up slightly. "Don't worry I'm just washing the blood off with some hot water and a cloth." Arielle watched Zsasz as he tended to her wound, his face was emotionless yet concerned at the same time.
It was quiet, too quiet. Arielle hated the silence but wasn't sure what to say, "how bad is it?" He looked up at her and then back down at the wound. "Not bad but you bleed a lot." He smirked when he mentioned blood. Arielle let out a small chuckle, "What's funny?" Zsasz looked into her silver eyes and smiled, "There's blood all over your face, you really did a number on that guy." She huffed in response, "Here you're practically complimenting me and earlier you shot me for it." He gave her a stern glare and she slightly cowered in response.
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"Mr. Zsasz I refuse! There is no way-stay away from me Victor I'm serious!" Victor had been chasing her around his room for ages now. He had no idea how or where she got this energy from, she had just been shot a couple hours ago. Right now he had her cornered, "It's just a needle for god sake," Arielle had a knife pointed at him. "Can't you just put a band aid on it??" Victors jaw clenched, "You can't put a band aid over a bullet wound, is that what you do?" Arielle placed her hands on her hips and smiled, "I've never been shot before-" While she was distracted Victor grabbed the knife from her hands and picked her up. "Don't bother trying to fight." He laid her on the bed gently and smirked, "Unless you want me to strap you down in the basement and do it." Arielle let out a sigh and covered her eyes with her hands. "Just get it over with and don't tell me when you're about to start."
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  Zsasz was able to get her stitched up and bandaged fairly quickly. Arielle remained silent the entire time and only squirmed around a couple times. When he was finished he left the room briefly to put things away and dispose of the garbage. Arielle sat up slowly and looked around, his room was much larger than hers. Very simple and bare. The bedding she was laying on was black and made out of a silky material. She doubted it was actually silk but with how much money Zsasz made for each job, there's no doubt he could afford it. The bed itself was king sized and a tad more firm than hers. The walls were dark grey but a few guns and knives were littered throughout the wall space. All the trim in his room was dark, although she preferred dark colors, she thought the room would look better if the trim was painted white. There were a total of three doors in the room, all dark wood of course. She assumed one led to the hallway, bathroom, and closet. Curious, she got up and opened the door farthest from her. Inside was a beautiful full bathroom, without even knowing the address of his place she knew where she was at. "Gotham's historical district." She smiled and continued to stare at the bathroom in awe. What caught her attention the most was the large claw foot bathtub. Everything else in the bathroom looked updated but the fact one piece of historical furniture remained made her smile. Arielle walked out of the bathroom and walked out into the hallway. The whole apartment had dark hardwood floors and dark grey paint. The hallway was very short and led to the kitchen where Zsasz was. He had his back turned towards and she assumed he didn't hear her, "Why'd you chose this area of Gotham to live in?" Victor turned around and looked at her, he was holding a glass and took a sip before answering. "It's quiet, lots of retired people. Perfect place to lay low." She understood where he was coming from although she lived differently. She lived downtown Gotham where it's busy, she liked the noise and how close it was to businesses of all kinds. "Not much murder around here though, isn't that boring to you?" "I may love my job and all the action it brings," he paused and walked over towards her, glass still in hand. Once in front of her he placed a gloveless hand on her cheek, "but I also love a quiet place to think and relax." She peered up at him, starring into his eyes. "Don't think about it," She nearly whispered. "You may have just sown me up but don't forget the reason I'm here. We could've killed each other back there and that's not a thought you should dismiss so easily." She stood on the tips of her toes and whispered into his ear, "My goal back there was to kill you or at least inflict some sort of damage." After pulling away she turned her back towards him, "I failed," she spat out. Zsasz watched her every move in silence, any sane person surely wouldn't go picking another fight. But Arielle wasn't, she was pure chaos and Victor was learning that. He didn't want to fight her again but if he had to he would. Her fists were clenched and she was hunched over slightly. "You interest me-I'm not good with feelings either." He waited for a response but got nothing, the only thing that changed was here position. She was no longer clenching her first but holding her hands in front of her. "Let's go out, Falcone is having an event at Mooney's Friday. I'll pick you up." Victor walked over and turned Arielle around, she had tears in her eyes. "Sorry, sometimes the darker side of me takes over-" "I'd like the see the rest of it." She looked up at him and smirked, "Alright Mr. Zsasz I'll go with you." Arielle looked down at the floor and then back up, "I need help with this." Following her eyes he saw then small pile of blood collecting on his floor.
"You bleed too much."
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I feel kinda eh towards the end buuuut here it is! Hope you enjoyed!