Smoke in the rain: Chapter Two

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

A note to both, a name now known...But why did Faith do what she did? And what did she mean 'I am just a pawn. You are just a pawn'? What the hell was going on?

Chapter 1 (v.1) - Smoke in the rain: Chapter Two

Submitted: June 10, 2012

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Chapter Two

"Who wrote this?" Beth flashed the note in Faith's face, a slight look of delirium taking over his. She said nothing, bit her lip and looked away, arms crossing beneath her bust. The detective didn't like her responce...Not one bit. But he couldn't do anything too drastic, he needed her, she was the only one with answers right now. So he walked it off; strolled over to his desk, plodded down heavy into his armchair. The note was slammed against the desk's surface, causing his palm to sting and pieces of his research to fly into the air. Then it hit him. His heart. He had got too excited, too worked up. For a second, he could hear it; alarm bells inside his head, raising his panic. But it was quickly averted as he forcibly pulled open the top draw, grabbing a small contain of pills, popping the top off to discreetly down a few. Some escaped, dropped like pins to the floor.

Faith heard the rattling of the meds, watched the few that had disappeared into the carpet. Nothing was said on her behalf. She simply observed the man, curious of his condition. He sat their in silence, removed his fedora and placed it before him, allowing a hand to run through thick curls of black hair. An impatient sigh passed his dry lips. Brandy...That was what he needed. His hand remained in his hair, supporting his head as he thought about what to do. Brown eyes never left that note, read and re-read those words. That smell of perfume was intoxicating.It broke his concerntration., caused him to snap his head up and shoot a glance to the woman in his apartment, the woman he didn't know whether to slug or sleep with.

"Now you listen to me and you listen good. I don't need to remind you of what I'm capable of, so you tell me right now, or so help me God...I'll strike you with the gun you were so happy to shoot me with."

By now, Faith had lit a cigarette and had sat herself on the arm of his couch, a leg crossing the other at the knee, left to swing gently. Golden locks fell effortlessly across her pale face, plump lips of crimson stained her cigarette's butt with every drag. She looked oblivious to what had just happened. 'Women are like that'. Beth thought, 'Know how to make it as if it never happened...'. She returned his glances with a burning stare, her words sultry in a sense, perhaps it was just him. Not being with a woman for so long can do that to a man.

"I can't tell you...He'll kill me if I do. And you'd do what with my gun? You'd have to get it first..."

"So it's a he then? You said so yourself, you're already dead for not doing your job.So what have you got to lose?

There was a hard knock at the door.

Beth was out of his seat, had placed himself a few inches from the dame now. There was something off about him, Faith could feel it, could see it in his face. He was uneasingly quiet and unsettingly close. Before she could even scream, the detective had forced her to the ground, pressing her as close to the floor as he could.A hand had been clasped about her mouth to silence her, not that anyone could hear her over the lurid sound of machine gun fire that had opened itself into his apartment. Scrambling onto his knees he grabbed ahold of the colt in Faith's thigh holster, pushing her behind the couch before following after. He could hear the bullets tearing everything apart, ripping the stuffing from the furniture they had found cover behind.

Faith was panicking, breathing uneven and brash. Beth pushed himself against the back of the couch, readying himself to look around the corner of it. As he did so, a spray of bullets nearly took his head. Six. There were six of the thugs. He snapped out the colt's cylinder, checking the number of bullets. Five. It would have to do, though if she hadn't shot one earlier, then perhaps their odds would be better. The attack stopped. Beth ordered Fath to stay quiet.

"Eh, you go John...They're probably smoked now." A gruff voice sounded, followed with a demonic melody of laughter.

Heavy footsteps began to make their way to the couch. Counting in his head, Beth steadied his breathing, hoping the schmuck didn't hear him. John slowly turned around as he reached the couch's side and before he could shoot, his knee had been bluntly shattered by the butt of a gun, causing him to crumple to the ground in agony, dropping his weapon. The detective saw his chance, grabbing the man by his neck to pull him to his feet. Placing the colt to his head, Beth gave a sinister grin towards John, who was now in a difficult situation.

"So, John...It's time to see who your real pals are...Faith, we're going." The blonde jumped up to be at his side, John's gun having been picked up before hand. She hadn't hesitated to point it in the direction of the others, a look of hatred on her face. Keeping a firm grasp of John's neck and the gun placed sharply against his skull, Beth began to side step towards the desk, grabbing the note and his fedora before cautiously walking towards the door, eyes roaming to each of the crook's faces. Faith was close behind. As they walked out of the apartment and raced down the stairs to the car park, Beth pushed John against the bonnet of his car, the gun pressed aggressively to his cheek. Faith had lit another cigarette to calm her nerves, standing in wait on the passanger's side of the vehicle.

"Who sent you? Hm? who was the son of a bitch who sent you to whack me and this woman?" Beth forced him to look towards Faith.

"It doesn't matter if you kill me or not, he'll get you...He's not what you think he is, not just some gang rat...He's bigger than you, than me...Than that worthless sell out of a whore!" John spat blood, gave a look of fury to Faith. She didn't respond, just twitched a brow, flicked her ash.

"I won't ask again. Tell m-"

"And I won't say it again! He's not what you think he is..."

Beth lifted John's head, forced it down onto the bonnet again. Not a single sound came afterward, not even a dog's bark that was more than expected.

"Listen to me you bastard. I'm asking for the name of this asshole, not what he is. I couldn't care less what he is, he's getting a bullet between the eyes and that's it...I know he sent her to kill my brother, and not by her own will from what I can gather..."

"I'm not saying anything to you, you prick...And your brother was nothing more than a pawn in all of this...As we all are." He'd heard that too many times now, and it was angering him.

Beth had had enough. Pulling John from the car and kicking him in his already injured knee, Beth then placed the barrel of his gun into the screaming mouth of the guy, blowing chunks of his brain out through the back of his head. The body fell limp to the floor. The detective hastily got into his car, Faith mimicking and sitting aside him. Strapping themselves in, Beth drew a soft breathe of calm. He closed his eyes, let his head fall back against the seat. Silence seeped into the vehicle. Then Faith shuffled. The tension broke. He remained rested, eyes closed in thought, hands clenching the steering wheel as they remained immobile. The cool touch of a delicate palm met his heated cheek, then the soft comfort of full lips to his. He pressed back, eyes shut tighter and brow furrowed in confusion. The kiss lasted a short few seconds. Then Faith resumed her seating position, emotionless and still. Beth opened his eyes and blinked placidly towards the ceiling of the car.

"...What was that for?" He asked cooly, hiding his pleasement well.

"You saved me...And I like you, Beth."

"Mike...It's Mike to you, you crazy broad..." He tilted the fedora over his grinning face, arms crossed behind his head. "Get some rest...We'll talk tomorrow."

"Alright...Mike." She smiled to herself, drifting off instantly from the chaos.

The goons had left the apartment without even giving a sideways glance to the two in the car, or the body.They knew that something worse was to happen to them than to John...And Mike would soon find out.

The sky had become a deep orange; it was early morning. John's body was surrounded by blood...And not a single person would miss him.


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