Creating the Fire

chapter 2 part 1

Valentine would have liked to read people minds for once in his life because Prince's someone he totally doesn't understand. He had put them in a trap together. There was no way to get past them without fighting. It didn't seem like it had happened by mistake, it was a well-planned move. It seems like he wanted to show himself, but Valentine was going to ask anyway.

" What's on your mind, дорогой (prn: 'dorogoy'; mean: 'darling')?" Valentine pressed his back against the wall and tried to be as quiet as he could. Prince didn't look at him, he was focused and eager to catch the sight of one of the men. " Whatever it is, you ain't hit it," Valentine was sure of it. There were too many of them, they weren't going to fall in and get out without getting shot at or worse. Even if they were good at hand combat.

"Who said I wanted to hit it," Marcel smiled, he was pleased with himself, it was good to know that someone didn't like his ideas or better had no idea what they were, but he anyway followed him in the darkness. "You can get out of it, just let me take the spotlight, will you?" Marcel offered, Valentine didn't need to come with him, especially, when he had no idea what was on his mind.

"Who you think I am?" He growled and seemed almost angry. " I won't let you get killed, because of me," He whispered, there were moving somewhere near. Valentine wasn't going to let Prince die, because he had to be the one, who took his life.

Marcel gave him an unbeloved glance, he bit his lip. He didn't like the look on Valentine's face like he was someone, who couldn't handle his own shit. "I'm not a child, I'm saying in a case you were mistaken," he had this mischief smile on his face, he liked to play with human minds. He would have liked to tell more, but he knew the consequences of it.

"ладно (prn:'ladno'; means:'okey')," he gave up it wasn't a good time to start on each other, but he was sure and no one couldn't change his mind," I'm going to stay, not because of you, but the fun of it."

" You want to see me getting shot?" It was a truth, but the surprised face over it was faked. Valentine needed to know as much. "You're a child," The Russian forced through gritted teeth, there was more moving and he was sure, there's going to be acting pretty sure, he needed to elaborate," playing with your life like that."

"Just follow my lead, Casanova," when they already were on the nicknames, Marcel wanted to participate. He sneaked over the corner and went down the stairs, staring into the fire. He was a bit excited about it, about those faces. Valentine didn't follow him, he only called enough loudly only Marcel to hear, „I'll cover your back, Сумасшедший (prn:'Sumasshedshiy'; means: 'crazy')!"

"No need to, Cupcake," Marcel laughed loudly, Valentine thought he was crazy, fine, he was correct, but he didn't plan to run into the fire, he had other plans, „I'll handle it myself."

Valentine sighed a hopelessly bright smile on his face. Oh, god he liked the man. Whatever was on his mind he had to follow him. He pulled his gun to his chest and ran after him, even if it was total madness. There was less than ten per cent they left alive from it.

MESSIAH stood in a place and followed his men with eyes. There was no need for him to move, sometimes it made him anxious. It wasn't as it used to be, he didn't get into action as much as he used to.

"Sir," his right arm men showed up three others on his sides," they are nowhere to be found." Messiah could easily see how reckless they all were. How could he possibly work with them? It made him angry. " Search everywhere, he has to be here, somewhere," he was boiling with anger. If they messed up the best chance, he was going to skin them all.

"Are you lookin' for me?" It was a beautiful sing-song voice with a British accent, he seemed pleased. At first, he was nowhere to see and all men gathered around Messiah, trying to protect him from possible danger. The next moment a lean body come into sight, his face was covered with a mask. It had to be him.

"Don't shoot," Messiah commanded his men, he needed him alive. The monster came closer with confident steps, but he didn't seem to attack. his shoulders were in ease, like he felt safe, with the forty-three guns pointed at him. Something where wrong, out of the control. He truly had to be crazy to show up like that.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he mimicked Valentine when they first met, it felt the same. He just had killed someone and now showed up with no intention to hurt anyone else. He had to admit, Valentine had the right to it, because, fine, he saved his life. Right now he had killed their man and he said it. It was stupid of him like he was trying to mock them. He was the target, but well, he could be optimistic, because, what a surprise, Messiah wanted him alive. Maybe he wanted to thank him.

"Oh, well, little monster," Messiah laughed emotionless and stepped forward, they made him the way, letting him get through. Marcel only wondered why he had to deal with different nationalities so much in one day. He himself faked a British accent, Valentine had the Russian, hopefully, real and now Messiah with his Hispanic accent. At least they could open language courses. "Who's going to get hurt," it wasn't a question, Messiah just wanted to warn him that if he wasn't going to give him a good enough reason to let him live, he could find a bullet in his head.

"Ungrateful," Marcel's eyes were burning as he pierced into Messiah's. The man was handsome, tall, with a well-built body, dark hair slicked back. He smiled like he were really interested in him. Like he was some exotic animal, what he needed to have. " You should be thankful," Marcel looked his fingers pretending to be disappointed, he raised his glance and he had the evil psychotic look on him," my congratulation, Messi'ah."

Messiah stared through him like he tried to break him open with just the look in his eyes. It was impossible, Marcel was impossible to break. A man comes up to Messiah and whispered something in his ear. Marcel had no idea, what it was, but he was sure it seemed to be good news to someone, who wasn't him. Messiah shooed the man off with the move of his hand and smiled.

"It's nice to meet you, Unica," Messiah liked his eyes, they were unique and that made him worth the Hispanic pet name, it fits him. "Good to hear," Marcel wanted to get out already, he had enough of dealing with them. It was getting irritating. Why everyone loved to pretend to fondle him? He didn't need to be wether-bedded. Where Valentine had gone? Why he wasn't here? Did he decide to flee?

"May I go now?" Marcel asked pleasantly, he seemed harmless, but he didn't hope them to let him go so easily. Messiah laughed lightly, like a father who is proud of his little one's achievement, even though they haven't actually achieved anything. " Not so quickly," he answers with the same fake sweet tone, Marcel knew something was off," What's your name, Maravilloso?"

He didn't like the man calling him those names. Marcel didn't care when Valentine or anyone else did it, but when it was Messiah he totally hated it. He didn't know why, but when Messiah called him *handsome* or *unique" he would have like to rip off his tongue. He said it with affection, it was fake, but marcel felt the aftermath of those words inside him. He felt something and that made him hate it. With every moment he hated the man even more, even though he didn't know him yet. He was different. He felt different.

"It's Prince," he said with a tired voice and waited for the next move. "Good," Messiah smiled, he was too pleased with himself and that irritated Marcel, but he covered it well. "You're free to go, Prince," Marcel was shocked, he couldn't mean it. Somewhere had to be the catch. "But he stays," Messiah revealed his trump card and made Marcel totally harmless. At first, he was confused about whom he was talking to, but at the same time, two men brought a man between their bodies. The man was beaten up pretty bad.

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Dam da dam... Who is this man? *me being ironic*Hard to guess, isn't it :D

Something happens in the next part. Something happens and that's a misfortune for the whole book (almost). But anyways it has a great deal in the story and it affects the future.