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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2011 10:01:38 GMT 2
"Yeah I can handle it, not really much I can't pretend wasn't me," Angel said shrugging her numb shoulder, "Get going. Oh and Walter you owe me a metal door, I don't want anyone being able to kick my door in again."
She didn't bother moving, she knew her neighbor had called the cops. She was banking on that fact as she looked at her roommate that was supposed to be dead.
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Post by Cops on Apr 26, 2011 19:09:03 GMT 2
When the cops got to the apartment building they ran up the stairs, not finding it hard to locate which apartment had the domestic disturbance call. The remains of the door where in the hallway and there was a blood trail leading away from the scene.
Nodding to one another they rushed into the apartment guns drawn, there was a woman sitting on the couch in the living room, she was holding her wrist lightly as they could see the dark bruise around her shoulder and on the side of her face. But there was a wrench with blood on it at her feet.
Quickly they checked the rest of the apartment and didn't find anyone else there. Coming back to her one of them crouched next to her.
"This is Officer Cooly responding to the domestic disturbance, I need an ambulance to roll my location," the young man said releasing the walkie talkie as he touched her knee gently, "Are you alright ma'am? Do you think you can answer a couple of questions about what happened here?"
He blinked as she looked at him through her hair, there was blood around her and she wasn't moving her arms.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2011 19:32:59 GMT 2
"Yeah sure, let me give you the short version. My ex who's been stalking me for the past 2 or 3 years now, finally found me. Went through my front door and pinned me to that wall," she said nodding to the wall where there was an indent from Deon's hand, "I managed to get away from the wall and he fractured my wrist yanking me back. He got his arm around my neck and I bit him, then he tossed me over here, my arm caught the wall on the way and dislocated my shoulder. My back hit the couch and I crawled over and grabbed a wrench from my tools, when he grabbed me again I let him have it in the side of the face. Someone was coming down the hall and he bolted. I relocated my shoulder and accidently broke my wrist in doing so. That should about cover it."
She looked at the man who was nodding as he jotted the information down, he seemed like he knew what he was doing. Not to mention he was bringing an ambulance to her, despite the serious dislike she had for them.
"What's his name? Did you file a report on him before?" the cop asked as Angel snorted angrily.
"Of course I filed a report, I filed one 3 years ago when he and I broke up. The cops in San Fransico said they couldn't do anything until he hurt me. I guess that means they can do something now," She hadn't meant to snap but there was a final click to her teeth before she spoke again, "His name is Deon Maganda."
Angel looked at him as the cop wrote down the name before looking apologetically at her, "Don't apologize because I don't want to hear it, you know the problem, now fix it. That is apology enough for me."
She sighed as she heard several people running up the stairs, the paramedics where here now. Glancing at them she bit back a ground as they asked her what hurt.
Ignoring the stupid question she responded, "I can't feel my left arm, my right shoulder has been relocated, my right wrist is broken and my back is killing me."
The nodded and went to work on her.
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Post by Joker on Apr 27, 2011 9:53:11 GMT 2
Joker had calmly scaled the roof and waited in silience, he could hear the conversation below him. He closed his eyes and exhaled as he mentally made a note he would have to step his game up, no talk just the strict professional he used to be. He should have acted instead of talked that would have kept her from being injured. He mentally berrated himself for a few minutes before relaxing and thinking about what to do next time, "I know who you are, name, face, and I know you can take a hit. I'm going to destroy you." He whispered.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2011 16:02:27 GMT 2
Angel sighed and nodded, ignoring the paramedics suggestion to get a real cast on her wrist instead of the brace they put on her. She couldn't wait until everyone had left so that she could start cleaning up the mess Deon and Joker had made.
"Yeah sure, thanks," she said with a thin smile as the paramedics left as well as the cops.
She pushed herself off the couch and walked to the bathroom, opening the door so that she could grab the bottle of pain killers for her back and her wrist. Angel dry swallowed two and walked back out to look at where the front door had been. Her left arm was beginning to tingle with life finally, which was what the paramedics had told her expect.
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Post by Joker on Apr 27, 2011 20:46:32 GMT 2
Watching the paramedics leave with the cops in tow Joker made his way to the edge of the roof and dropped down soundlessly. He straitened up and looked around. "Damn, we made a bit of a mess didn't we...so very sorry." He added the last part quietly and looked a bit ashamed.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2011 3:03:00 GMT 2
Angel nearly jumped out of her skin when Joker started talking, "Joker a word of advice. After someone gets attacked by a fucking nut job, do not sneak up on them," she said stiffly as she turned to look at him, "Your buying me a new door."
She sighed through her nose, "Don't apologize to me. I'm the idiot that started this, I'm also the idiot that pushed the big red buttons. Well what do you think of my ex? I really know how to pick them, right?" She asked sarcastically as she grabbed her phone off the floor and snapped it shut before sliding it in the side of her bra for safe keeping.
She couldn't help it as she put her hand into that Deon sized hand print on the wall, there used to be a time when those hands were gentle, cautious, even a little nervous. But now, there was one of those same hands marking her walls and one of them marking the entire side of her face which still felt tender as hell.
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Post by Joker on Apr 28, 2011 16:46:30 GMT 2
"So you need to fill me in, what made him flip shit and go all psycho possessive on you?" He had no doubt that man was flying on something, a wrench to the head followed by a pummeling like that usually sent most people down for the count. Joker had one thing going for him though, when fight or flight kicked in the man ran which told him that Deon wasn't a fighter just another muscle bound oaf with a penny to his name. "and I need to know how much influence his name carries, who are his parents and who are his friends?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2011 17:15:57 GMT 2
"Deon was always a little off kilter, but when I opened Diablo de Sangre Customs he just started falling. I mean it was little things, simple things, like hugging my crew. Then it was the dancing on table tops with other girls, most guys I know would have grinned and asked politely for their girls not to leave them for another chick. But Deon... He turned into a wrecking ball. Anything that wasn't with him was wrong, he even wanted to sit with at my garage, just to make sure I wasn't cheating on him. Then when it went to me giving up my garage and being his baby momma, I said it was done. I was only 21 and business was booming, I barely had time for me much less to get knocked up and have a 24 hours a day parasite to watch after," Angel paused turning around to lean against the wall, "He lost it completely after that."
She looked at Joker and licked her lips with a one shoulder shrug, "His name carries a lot of weight in Miami, one of the rich families with a questionable business side. I know he has loose ties with Braga, Verone, Tran, and a couple of other mafia people. I mean I walked past a conversation and I swear I heard Yakusa... Like I said earlier I really know how to pick 'em. The good thing though is that his dad, who runs the business, hates me. And when I mean hates me I mean hates me. Which means that his dad doesn't know what Deon's doing, because Deon doesn't mess with his dad on anything."
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Post by Joker on Apr 28, 2011 19:12:49 GMT 2
"Good, that means we have leverage." Joker went to his room and pulled out a large military style armored case. He popped it open revealing a cache of weaponry, he pulled out his twin swords and set them on the bed along with two pistols. "If worse comes to worse I need to be ready. I'm not sure I can take a full hit from that guy, I'm lucky that I was faster and he didn't know what I was capable of. Even a monkey knows what to expect the second time around." He shut the case and kicked it back under his bed. "Do you have any contact with his father?" Joker began pull out another change of clothes and quickly stripped out of the bloody training gear he was in, soon he was in a pair of light weight black jeans and a olive green wife beater.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2011 19:24:07 GMT 2
Angel shook her head, "Nope and damn glad I don't. That dude gives me a bad vibe more then Tran did. I'm pretty sure I would be laying in a ditch somewhere if his dad still had contact with me."
Shaking herself she winced as her shoulder pulled, "Joker... Deon might not be too bright when he's pissed, but he doesn't know the word stop either. That's why I could slam the wrench in the side of his head full force and only stun him momentarily. If you give him an opening of any kind, if you go toe to toe with him, your done. Do not make me have to visit you in the hospital."
She walked towards him and wrapped her arms around his middle, ignoring the pain in her shoulder and the unpleasant tingle through her left arm.
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Post by Joker on Apr 30, 2011 9:10:22 GMT 2
"I never have lost a fight and I never will, I need to figure out if his father can do something about this or if his sister can. He will be back and he will have an idea of what's waiting for him. We can't afford to let him get an upper hand." Joker smiled and looked around for his phone. "I need to call she bitch and tell her I know her game, ball is on my side of the court now."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2011 16:10:06 GMT 2
Angel saw his glancing around, "More then likely in your truck," she said before planting her face in his chest, she was safe now.
Sure she was going to look like hell in the morning and her manager would be none too pleased with her but at least she was alive and kicking. That was the thing that mattered most, she had taken a look at the monster Deon had become, even went toe to toe with him, but she was alive. Joker had stepped in and had protected her like he said he would, he had kept his promise, all Angel had to do now was wait it out until the wounded animal came back with a vengeance.
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Post by Joker on Apr 30, 2011 18:54:58 GMT 2
"I need to tell you something, I swore I'd never kill again...so if it comes to that." He trailed off and ran a hand over her hair. "I'll do all I can."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2011 19:11:04 GMT 2
Angel swallowed closing her eyes, "It will come to that. So I guess you best teach me how to use a gun."
She didn't like the thought of having to kill Deon, but if it meant she was safe and Joker would still be alive at the end of it, then she'd suck it up and be the demon she was. Her life had started when Deon came into it, it seemed only fitting that it start over when Deon was finally gone.
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Post by Joker on May 1, 2011 8:33:40 GMT 2
"You really think it will come to that?" He eyed his weapons from across the room. "It's a pretty dark path, I'm not going to let you go down it." He clenched his jaw as a memory of his first kill caught his breath and nearly seized his heart. "I'll do what I can to keep it from going that far."
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2011 20:44:00 GMT 2
"It will come to that. Walter he's not going to stop until he's dead or I'm with him. I'll take that path because it's going to be the only one to take to be free of him. I miss not having to look over my shoulder to see if he's there. The only other path ends pretty damn close to where it starts, and I don't have the guts to even take a step in that direction. Me being alive and kicking is the only thing I got, and I'll be damned if I give that up for anyone except my sister."
Angel's throat was tight but her heart didn't beat a second faster at the thought that if she really wanted to be done with it all ending herself was another option she could take to get out.
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Post by Joker on May 2, 2011 12:13:57 GMT 2
"I will not let you do that, if it comes to that then I will take care of him." He ran a hand along her face lightly on the opposite side of the quickly swelling bruise. "I am a warrior, guess I decided to lay down my gun a bit too early huh?" He laughed lightly and walked over to his room again before pulling out the armored box again. "What should I do, I can hunt him down and take him out or we can do this the political way. He's not like a diplomat." Joker fell to his butt and popped open the case. Aside from the swords and pistols he'd brought out earlier he had even more and he looked at the weapons while shaking his head. "You ever killed somone before, actually claimed it for yourself not just seen it?" He didn't look at her, his voice was the sole hint of his inner argument between taking a step back into his old life.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2011 15:00:48 GMT 2
Angel shook her head slowly, "I've never killed anyone but I will bite the bullet when it comes my way. I do anything necessary," she said firmly as she glanced at where the door used to be, "Try politics, if that won't work hunt him. But the first thing I want to do is get a damn door."
She rubbed her shoulder with her bound wrist and sighed, "Hate Deon."
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Post by Joker on May 2, 2011 15:06:15 GMT 2
Joker laughed lightly and looked over his shoulder, "You know whats ironic? Diplomacy is military for saying nice doggy until your sniper get's the range." He leaned forwards and pulled several components out. Moments later he was staring at a fifty cal sniper rifle sitting on his bed. "I'll get you a new door and then I will talk to she bitch."
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