Creating the Fire

chapter 2 part 2

I'm late 12 minutes O_O

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"Valentine," Marcel couldn't hold his surprise, he had hoped the Russian to flee without him, even though he had agreed to play along. Why was he like that? It seemed almost disappointing, he had thought the Russian to be a better fighter or were they mistaken the enemies strength. "Почему ты тут (prn: 'Pochemu ty tut'; means: 'why are you here')?" he needed to know, why he wasn't gone yet when he had the chance.

"Я видел твоё лицо, красавчик (prn:'YA videl tvoyo litso, krasavchik'; means: 'I saw your face, handsome*')," Valentine smiled his teeth were bloody, but it didn't bother him. He said, he was playing Marcel's game, but those weren't his rules. "Это не мои правила (prn:'Это не мои правила'; means: 'These are not my rules')," he wasn't happy about it but smiled anyway.

"I see," Messiah wasn't bothered about them talking in Russian, maybe he understood, what they were on about," Russian and British, mixed nationalities." He stared at Marcel to see, in what relationship they were. "I'm truly sorry," he lied, visibly his tone colder than the ice, he seemed disgusted," your lover is going to end with a bullet in his head."

That was a good one. Was he jealous or something because to Marcel it seemed like that? If Messiah really mistook them, it wasn't going to be good. That's why Marcel hated humans, all of them. They thought that eliminating the loved ones hurts much more than hurting the person.

"Прости (prn: 'Prosti'; means: 'sorry')," he apologized to Valentine, it was better to do1 it before than after. "Go ahead, do whatever you wish," he showed off like he didn't care a bit, the Russian was a stranger after all. " Interesting," Messiah came closer, without hesitating. He was definitely going to regret it soon. " You are interesting," he said silently only Marcel to hear and he got even closer. " I don't believe you, Mi Angelito," his voice had sharp steel in it as if he could cut him with his words. Marcel bit his lip to hold himself not to snap something, he was walking on thin ice.

" I don't care," he really didn't, he smiled his half-smile and warned evilly," and don't call 'this' my lover. It's insulting."

" Is that all, Muñeca?" His deep voice vibrated on his skin, it was unpleasant, but enjoyable at the same time. Why this man made him feel weird? He needed to stop it. " No," he admitted shamelessly," don't call me with those treacly 'pet names', I feel disgusted."

" As you like, Mi Angelito," Messiah seems to like teasing him, but it was going to end right now. Marcel makes an unexpected move and attacks Messiah. He tries to hit him, but the man reads his mind. Marcel stops him by taking his arm, he knows what's next, but he already had thought ahead. The man turns his hand on his back and presses him against his chest. "Bueno," Messiah prises him. Marcel knows some Hispanic, but he isn't the best. He thinks it's too early to say those words, so he throws the man over his back. Unfortunately, he is ready for it and lands on his feet.

Valentine had been patient enough. He breaks himself free, it was time for action. He wasn't as hurt as he had shown off and that gave him a good advantage, they had no idea with what they were dealing with. He had only one question, What had been Princes true plans? Had he ruined it?

Marcel had to admit, Messiah was better than he had thought him to be. He was a good match for him, but he was better than that. He just had to play on the man's ground. He dodges his kicks and his back away as little as he can. He was fighting with himself not to stop it as quickly as he's used to. No one could know how good he really is.

He wasn't planning it, going to a war playing weak. Messiah pins him on the wall and holds his arms. He can't move. "I want to see your face," His voice is harsh, he seems furious. "I'm tired of playing with you, Muñeca," he warns in a fake sweet tone. Marcel won't say a word he slides his leg around Messiahs and takes his balance. He falls, but Marcel goes with him. They rolled on rock hard ground, both trying to be on top. Finally, Messiah is on top of him. His body was shaking with laughter:" You are something, Mi Amigo."

Messiah pulled Marcel's black mask down and revealed his face. He was stunned. This man was extraordinarily beautiful with silky smooth skin and those pink lips. He lost himself in his beauty and that was all Marcel needed to pull him off. They rolled over, but Marcel didn't stay on the ground. He jumped up and waited for another attack. Messiah laughed loudly, stood slowly. Marcel saw his hand twitch. He held a gun. His eyes moved to Valentine just for an almost invisible second. That was enough. "You do it and get a free pass in or I do it and you both end up, well, dead," his eyes were darker than the charcoal.

Valentine was fighting off a bunch of men at once. They all were skilled but not as good as he was. He dealt with them and same time held one of his eye on Marcel. He saw him holding back. He had something in his mind, at least Valentine hoped so. for a second he lost Marcel out of his sight, he had too many men to deal with. A shot teared up all the sounds and Valentine heard someone's silenced shriek of pain. He felt someone before him and when he caught the sight of Prince, he couldn't believe his eyes. He had taken the bullet for him. Why?

Marcel held his left shoulder, it was already heavily bloodied. "Почему ты это сделал (prn:'Pochemu ty eto sdelal'; means:'why did you do it')?" he heard Valentine's whisper in his ear, he tried to help him. How he could possibly ask, why Marcel had done it, wasn't it clear enough. "Ты сумасшедший что ли (prn:'Ty sumasshedshiy chto li'; means 'you're crazy or what')?" Valentine asked if he was crazy, but he already knew the answer, why to ask at all. Marcel had a chance to kill a man, who was a criminal and get into an organisation, but he had chosen to save the life of the criminal because he simply couldn't let him be killed without getting his questions answered first. He could get another chance, but he couldn't have gotten another life.

Marcel smiled, his hand was in a fire, the blood seemed like flames on his skin, but he still smiled. " Я спосу твою жизнь, быть благодарен (prn:'YA spasu tvoyu zhizn', byt' blagodaren'; means: 'I saved your life, be grateful)," it seemed weird, he was repeating Valentine's words, "I saved your life" he had said and now he answered with the same. They were even, but Valentine couldn't be thankful, what a funny guy.

"А я и благодарен (prn:'A ya i blagodaren'; means:'And I am grateful')," Valentine affirmed his thankfulness before shielding Marcel from an attack. "Let's get out of here," Valentine suggested and Marcel took the offer. " Sounds fine with me," he smiled brightly, helped Valentine to fight of the men and said," Let's run, in three."

The atmosphere was getting too heated around them. " Oh, Сумасшедший (prn:'Sumasshedshiy'; means:'crazy')," Valentine seemed to take 'crazy' as Marcel's new nickname. That fits him just fine, but Valentine didn't seem too happy about it. Working with a crazy might be dangerous as hell, even more than that. "Three," Marcel shouted without counting and they both left everything and broke into a run.

"Hunt him down," Messiah ordered and corrected before they had any questions," I want only the British one, the Russian you may kill." He needed only one of them. Prince, was his name? It sounded familiar, too familiar. Wasn't he the right arm man of one of the leaders in Los Zetas? He wanted to see him again. He felt different, he felt interesting.

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*handsome -  I just want to clear this up because in Russian Valentine says 'handsome' in an affectionate way. There is a suffix in Russian that basically is added to make the word softer. You can just compare the words 'bird' and 'birdy'. Both words mean a bird but 'birdy' makes it cute and little. (Sorry for explaining too much O_o)

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Also, I have to apologize for one more error. I have already said it but I'll repeat it. In some places, I messed up with the tenses. I think the most important part is to get my ideas on paper first. Sorry for repeating it but:

***IT'S NOT EDITED YET*** O_O <3

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We've got to the point where the main characters have met. :3

If someone is interested I could share some pictures that served me as prototypes of my characters. I'm going to draw them and share those pics here. But first I have to get past those exams (only two weeks and it'll be over). 

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