Delinquents And Dominos

Chapter 3: The Thief and The Assassin

"Heh, got you carried away, eh?" Gaston cackled. He deliberately placed his little diary next to him because he knew that, since Aureo was a hitman and he knew that Gaston wasn't dead yet, he'd come back running right into his mouse trap. And now, it was only a matter of seconds before Gaston could whip and aim the hidden gun onto Aureo's mind-boggled face.

"..." Aureo said nothing. He was in utter bafflement. It was confirmed that his opponent had got hold of his firearm, but the scariest part was where Gaston had kept it.

"You...you filthy weasel..."

Gaston crept around the frozen Aureo and picked the brown diary off his hand. "Thank you,"

"It...it's not fair..." He protested, taking very quick glances around Gaston and the hands behind him. But nothing was in them when he showed them.

"Oh please," Gaston spat in the air. "Were you born yesterday? Nothing in this world is fair, I thought you already knew that, being the unfair one yourself."

He reflected and thought of all those times the world went against him because he asked for a chance for being the lowest of classes. "I was made in the name of poverty herself, you think I could survive simply by playing by the rules? I had to find shortcuts to even survive, I bet everyone does that these days."

"The gun, where are you hiding it?" Aureo had broken free from the freeze.

"hmm...if I told you, and gave it back, will you spare my life?"

"I don't have time for your games, I NEED SLEEP!" Aureo snapped and threw a right hook onto his target.

His head flew back with the punch with such force it almost collided with the wall. Gaston stumbled a few steps back, paused a moment, and flopped to the ground with a forced thud.

"I said," Aureo hissed, watching his victim crawl on the ground and shiver in agony in the most foolish way it could've won him an award for that sort of acting.

"Yeah, I know." He replied, and got back up with the power of his thin thighs. He dusted himself all over with his hands, subconsciously enunciating the presence of his hands to sort of remind Aureo that he wasn't holding the gun.

"You piss me off," Aureo cracked his head to shake off the worry and pulled out a second pistol, a revolver. "It's a good thing I have another."

"...oh no," He pretended to look distressed and put on a forced frown.

"What, do you have another idea to fool me with and deceive your way outta this one?" He cocked the revolver and raised it while adjusting his mask with his left hand. "If your plan is to somehow bring out that hidden gun and riddle me with it, then I'm pretty sure you can't get out of this one, mate."

"That would be my last resort," Gaston embraced the fact that the 'hidden gun' Aureo mentioned was in fact with him, but the problem was...

"That's wise, I heard from my employer that the target has very bad aim since he can't hold his arms still." Aureo smiled from behind his mask and took a few short breaths, not from relief, but from fear of what his employer would say when they were informed that it took almost 4 hours to kill this guy.

If that's the case and if his instigator knew that particular fact about me, Gaston wondered. "I reckon you should tell me more about what your employer told you, about Gaston Freneau"

Aureo only laughed, "Was your first resort to talk your way out of this one?"

"Answer my question--"

Gaston stopped beseeching for answers, an idea that would include a few diversions came ot his mind like a fast delivery truck arriving to deliver the package at the perfect time.