06-12-2017, 02:43 PM
“How much?” asked Jaixe, his eyes flitting back and forth between the buyer and the various dark alleys all around them. A rat skittered past his foot, and he jumped away without thinking.
“Whatcha lookin out for?” the dealer drawled slowly. He had pegged the skinny, black-haired man as some rich guy’s son from level 3, or maybe even 2. He enjoyed pushing them around, reminding them who was in charge down here.
“Look, man. I got the Om, just give me the spice,” Jaixe begged, holding out his hand filled with the colorful substance.
“Alright, alright,” said the ganger, pulling out two vials from his jacket. “You want red or blue? I can give you a little discount if you want both,” he winked. It wasn’t a friendly wink. It was the wink a cat gives a mouse.
Jaixe took the bait. He grabbed the two vials and took off down the nearest alley. The heartless hurtled some empty boxes, and nearly slipped in some black, viscous fluid, before leaping into the fence and pulling himself over. The dealer was only a few steps behind and cursing up a storm. He bulldozed through the boxes and kicked the fence, ripping a hole in it.
Jaixe had gained a few seconds by the time he ducked into the next alley, but the thug wasn’t far behind. When the dealer turned the corner, he saw Jaixe facing him, his hand held out and glowing with violet energy and shadowy flames. “Shit,” he muttered, hesitating. He turned to try to escape just in time for the butt of a carbine to crack his cheek bone instead of his skull. The blow put him on his ass and made the world spin, but he wasn’t out yet.
“You picked a tough one,” Fett stated as he stood over their victim.
“It would be bad for my image to be seen running from a little guy,” smirked Jaixe as he released the blast.
“I think you killed him,” Fett said, trying to feel a pulse on the guy.
“I didn’t,” stated Jaixe, only half listening. It had been a half hour since they knocked the guy out. The bounty hunter slapped his face, and he finally started to stir.
“Fuck,” he gasped as he tried to struggle free and his bonds bit into him.
“Chainsaw blades. They’ll tear your arms and legs to ribbons if you try and get free,” explained Fett. Blood was already dripping down his hands and splattering on the floor. The big man went perfectly still. “There’s a good boy.”
“Whaddya want? I ain’t nobody. You can have my Om and drugs,” he scrambled, his cloudy brain trying to grasp onto a familiar narrative.
“We’re looking for someone,” continued Fett, stepping closer.
He knew this one. “I ain’t no snitch!” he shouted confidently.
The bounty hunter calmly pressed on the man’s chest until he toppled over backward, pinning his razor bound arms beneath him. The pool of blood beneath him started to grow quickly. Then, he crouched down and covered the man’s mouth to muffle the screaming. “Tell me where we can find Jackie the Shiv.”
“Lucky Dog,” gasp… “Casino,” grunt… “3 blocks,” whimper… “south.” Fett stood and put a three-round burst into the man’s chest.
“Let’s go”
“Whatcha lookin out for?” the dealer drawled slowly. He had pegged the skinny, black-haired man as some rich guy’s son from level 3, or maybe even 2. He enjoyed pushing them around, reminding them who was in charge down here.
“Look, man. I got the Om, just give me the spice,” Jaixe begged, holding out his hand filled with the colorful substance.
“Alright, alright,” said the ganger, pulling out two vials from his jacket. “You want red or blue? I can give you a little discount if you want both,” he winked. It wasn’t a friendly wink. It was the wink a cat gives a mouse.
Jaixe took the bait. He grabbed the two vials and took off down the nearest alley. The heartless hurtled some empty boxes, and nearly slipped in some black, viscous fluid, before leaping into the fence and pulling himself over. The dealer was only a few steps behind and cursing up a storm. He bulldozed through the boxes and kicked the fence, ripping a hole in it.
Jaixe had gained a few seconds by the time he ducked into the next alley, but the thug wasn’t far behind. When the dealer turned the corner, he saw Jaixe facing him, his hand held out and glowing with violet energy and shadowy flames. “Shit,” he muttered, hesitating. He turned to try to escape just in time for the butt of a carbine to crack his cheek bone instead of his skull. The blow put him on his ass and made the world spin, but he wasn’t out yet.
“You picked a tough one,” Fett stated as he stood over their victim.
“It would be bad for my image to be seen running from a little guy,” smirked Jaixe as he released the blast.
“I think you killed him,” Fett said, trying to feel a pulse on the guy.
“I didn’t,” stated Jaixe, only half listening. It had been a half hour since they knocked the guy out. The bounty hunter slapped his face, and he finally started to stir.
“Fuck,” he gasped as he tried to struggle free and his bonds bit into him.
“Chainsaw blades. They’ll tear your arms and legs to ribbons if you try and get free,” explained Fett. Blood was already dripping down his hands and splattering on the floor. The big man went perfectly still. “There’s a good boy.”
“Whaddya want? I ain’t nobody. You can have my Om and drugs,” he scrambled, his cloudy brain trying to grasp onto a familiar narrative.
“We’re looking for someone,” continued Fett, stepping closer.
He knew this one. “I ain’t no snitch!” he shouted confidently.
The bounty hunter calmly pressed on the man’s chest until he toppled over backward, pinning his razor bound arms beneath him. The pool of blood beneath him started to grow quickly. Then, he crouched down and covered the man’s mouth to muffle the screaming. “Tell me where we can find Jackie the Shiv.”
“Lucky Dog,” gasp… “Casino,” grunt… “3 blocks,” whimper… “south.” Fett stood and put a three-round burst into the man’s chest.
“Let’s go”