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[Completed]A Day in the Life Part 3; A world turned upside down...
Topic Started: May 14 2018, 12:56 AM (72 Views)
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Roy felt the gun at the back of his head and he breathed out a sigh. He wasn’t sure how they’d done it, but they had managed to sneak up on him, and after all that fucking effort. He heard a quiet voice, almost familiar, him to “Move forward.” Complying with the request, Roy began to step forward. Sloppily, and with a pronounced limp due to his injuries. He led him back up the stairs, and behind the bar. Roy’s hand was directed to a certain bottle, which upon touching it, he realized was made of iron. A few scratches on it due to the grenade that he had thrown. Roy pulled down on it and like a scene from a movie a door opened up in the shelves of liquor. A few of the misplaced or shattered bottles falling as it did so, shattering more glass and spreading alcohol everywhere.

Roy’s eyes scanned the surroundings looking for anything that might save him, and he tried to get a glimpse of his attack in the mirrored images from the shard of glass. But this guy was clearly a pro, and walked behind him close enough to make that impossible. This hallways continued for a few more feet until it came to a crossroads. As Roy traveled over the broken shards of glass he slipped, one hand darting downwards, the other to the floor. The man behind him clearly annoyed with him told him “Get back up. Keep moving.” As the man who was pointing a gun at Roy’s head reach a hand out to grab him, he twisted the barrel away from his head. Roy had counted on that.

While the man was about to grab at his jacket, the hand that Roy had hidden in front of himself, found its way into his pocket, and pulled out a zippo lighter. Flicking it open and launching himself as far as he could, Roy threw the lighter behind him. Setting the liquor aflame, and as he landed on the ground, he rolled into one of the hallways, narrowly avoiding the bullets that were sent his way.

Once the fire had gotten started, and consumed the first section of the hallway, Roy peeked his head out. Most of the floor and the walls were burning, having been made of wood, and spurred on by the immense amount of fuel that was on the ground. He couldn’t see into the flames, but knew that his attacker had certainly perished in them. Running backwards would mean certain death as the fire would cause the whole floor to erupt in flames, making the only way out forward. Since his attacker hadn’t run forward, he was certainly a pile of smouldering ashes by now.

Roy however was also trapped in this place. But that didn’t matter, he still had unfinished business to attend to. And lucky him, this careless thug revealed the place where his boss was likely staying. Having looked over the documents that he had been given in full, Roy started to put together a theory as to who was behind these attacks. It might have been impossible for another man to put all the pieces together, but Roy had dug deep when he was in his safe house. Accessing records and history from long ago. Just getting information on the car that he had seen revealed a lot to him. It was a car purchased a while ago, in cash, Assumedly washed, from a nearby city. But no mobs operated in that city, at least not today. But back in the day...

A certain branch of the mob had moved into one of the neighboring cities. Under the control of the mafia centered in Yorkshin of course. But several years after their installment there, they went rogue. The main body of the mafia decided to use them as an example. Killing them and all of their families. But a small group of people, mostly children, escaped the fate that their parents suffered. It was only a single orphanage, funded by the mob, and was intended to be a recruitment place of sorts, to gather new members for their organization. Taking in urchins off the street, and giving them a place to live, as well as eat. Build up a lifelong gratitude for the people who had done it. Thus creating the perfect soldiers. Roy wasn’t aware if anyone was even aware of the orphanage, or if it was even real. But several obscure reports of the crime scenes, mentioned something about a dark green car of a very specific model, often being seen outside of the mafia’s headquarters.

In just one news clipping, this same car was found outside of the orphanage. Something about a bake sale, and raising money for the kinds to get new bikes. Roy imagined that the mafia had assumed that whoever owned the black car fled, and probably let them do so so that they could spread the word of what happened to him. But he had a different theory. It was quite possible that he fled, but managed to take the children from that orphanage with him. Sure there was only a car to link the two of them together, and some old files depicting a plan to purchase an orphanage that had never “technically” been applied. But the more he looked into the more accurate this information seemed. The men he fought all fit the description of the orphans that were supposedly in residence at that building. From hair color, to eye color, to skin color. It couldn’t be a coincidence.

This escaped man, perhaps a don or an underboss, had raised these children in an attempt to take over the mob when the time was right. No telling how many he had left, but it couldn’t be a lot. Perhaps they had other recruits as well, but Roy knew that he weakened them considerably. He had this, he would kill them all, or drive them out of town, and get rewarded beyond his wildest dreams.

Once the flames grew a little to hot for him to handle, he ran down the other hallway. The one he dove into proved to a be a dead, with a only a bathroom and a storage room to populate it. However the hallway opposite him was much longer, and took a turn. If the boss was hiding anywhere it must be there.

Running past the flames Roy slowed his pace and moved slowly once he entered the hallway. He got out his phone and opened up the camera to look around the corner. Something that he would normally do with a reflective surface, but he didn’t have any on him. Seeing no one Roy took the corner and carried on, until he got to a door in front of him. The door was open, and a little light shined out of it. The hallways had been so long that the sounds of the fire couldn’t be heard yet, and while the smell of smoke filled the place, Roy could hear the sounds of a fire coming from the inside. Perhaps a fire centered in a chimney. He had seen one when he approached the building, but hadn’t seen any smoke coming out of it. Roy knew that this was his time to act.

Opening the door silently, Roy took a cautious step into the room. It was twenty by twenty feet, filled with books, a chimney where a fire burned, some liquor, and a few other luxury comforts. It was quite the cosy little getaway that he had here. In front of the chimney sat a chair facing the fire. There was a man in the chair who wore a black fedora hat. That was all he could see. But his neck bent down, as if he was reading something. With silent feet he approached him, the knife in his sleeve still came out. All he had to do was plunge it into his neck and then-

“Well. It took you a lot less time than I imagined it would, glad to see you’ve made it in one piece.”

The man from the chair spoke, and Roy’s blood went ice cold. He felt the barrel of a gun connect to the back of his head. Roy dropped the knife from his hand as he stood there motionless. He knew that voice...it belonged to the old Lion.

The man in the chair stood up and turned to face him. That muscular frame, that greyed hair, those clothes, those eyes that voice, it was him. What the hell was he doing here...Roy’s mind could not process what he was seeing. He turned his head to look at the man behind him, who allowed him to do so. It was the pale albino, the right hand man of the Lion. Alanzo Ferrani, the world’s greatest hitman. He smiled at him, not cruel or mocking, but in a knowing fashion.

Roy turned his gaze back towards the old Lion as his eyes widened. What was going on here...Roy didn’t have to wonder for long as the old man made his way towards him and set a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m glad to see that you’ve managed to take out all those expendables I sent after you. You must be wondering what’s going on here. Forgive me, allow me to explain.” With that the old man looked towards Alanzo and said. “Alanzo my dear boy, would you fetch a chair for our guest?”

Alanzo nodded his head and went down the hallway, Roy didn’t bother looking at him as he went. But before to long he came back with a nice comfortable cushioned arm chair, red velvet, just like the one that the old man had been sitting in. He placed it next to the fire, it’s back facing the wall. The old Lion motioned for Roy to take a seat, which he did.

He was handed a glass of scotch, the same brand that he had drank at that table several months ago. The old Lion spoke again as he sat down a smile on his face. “Drink! Drink up my boy. You’ve proven your worth to me. Your no longer an “expendable” if you know what I mean. I know you must be eager to know what this is all about. So I’ll just tell you.” Pulling out a pipe from his chest pocket, the old man packed it as he talked, and paused to light it. Puffing on it until the tobacco was glowing red, and he smoked from it freely. The book he had been reading Roy just noticed, lay on a table next to the chair.

He continued. “Well to start with, I loved the Moxy that you showed coming into my meeting like that and demanding a promotion. Normally, I’d be quite mad, and I’d have you killed on the spot to set an example. But the way you covered your bases, your presentation, your ability to plan. It was too perfect. I couldn’t be mad, I was just simply impressed. So I gave you the position you wanted, and I waited. About half a year, to see if it softened you up or not. To see if you could still do the dirty work, and tonight you’ve proven that you can.”

Roy drank from his glass as he listened to the old man speak, his expression returning to normal but his heart beating like a drum. So this was some kind of fucking test...what about the car, the photos, everything else! He thought to himself. The old Lion smiled seemingly reading his exact thoughts and continued. “I’m sure you must be thinking, what about the car, oh and the building, and those orphans and whatever else! Well it was all quite real. But handled long ago, off the records, no evidence yadda yadda. But I knew smart guy like you would be able to put the pieces together, first person since me to do it. Though you did have a little help, I sent that car to you, let just enough information slip by, chose the right thugs, etc.” He noticed Roy’s fractured expression once more and laughed, it was reassuring and contagious. Roy hated how at ease he felt around this man. Every word of his made Roy like him more and more, he oozed charisma.

“Yes that's right. I got it down to the detail of the orphans. You might ask, why go to all the trouble setting this up if I just wanted to test you? (a question that Roy was indeed asking himself) Well the answer is quite simple. I needed you to know. That no matter how clever you are, no matter how good you get, I will always be better. I anticipated everyone of your moves, from the conclusions that you’d draw, to that fire you used on Alanzo. I know everything you do, before you know what you do. I love people like you. You make this job worth doing, but you must never forget, who the boss is. That had to be made absolutely clear.”

Picking up his book, and rising from his chair he patted Roy’s shoulder once more and offered him another friendly smile. “Now drink that scotch up, and enjoy this room. The fire’s already been put out. So there’s no rush. You can come here if you need an extra safe house, and feel free to take a month of paid vacation, a reward for your excellent results during your test.”

With that he and Alanzo who had stood by the door waiting silently left Roy alone in the room. He finished his scotch, and then some. He left the building an hour later. Roy had never been so scared in his entire life, and that fear didn’t leave him for weeks. No one had ever outsmarted him like that, proven to be so much more clever than he was. He was nothing compared to that man, nothing at all. Merely a facet with which he would use to do whatever he wanted. Perhaps the most terrifying thought of all, was the fact that after only a few days, he was completely fine with that. Roy didn’t leave his house for weeks, and took an extra month of vacation, which also became paid for. His entire world had been broken and flipped upside down. Roy knew that the day he crossed this man, would be the day that he sealed his own death.
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Comments Once again, you’ve created a spectacular view into Roy’s past..with this third and final(?) part of his intense solo fight against the mafia. The action built up and built up..giving the calm and calculated ending an unexpectedly eerie impact. It was perfect. This series of solos is such a fantastic part of Roy’s background..I would love to see all characters’ histories expanded on like you have done here. Keep up the great work. Solos like these really add punch to character development and depth. Thank you.



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