Thread: When the Chips are Down [Darkened Knight & Cosmic]

Noemi shrank in his arms. His smell. God this smell. She still didn't want to believe it. It hurt. Lord did it hurt. His words reached her like he was speaking through molasses. It was slow, confusing. Everything was spinning for her. Her own fingers were digging into her arms, pinpricks of blood seeping underneath the nails. She didn't see him push in the needle, she didn't even feel it. But she did feel the gentle nod of the drugs, and she didn't fight them. She welcomed the sleep, the blissful mercy of unconsciousness. Her words getting lost as the blackness enclosed her. There was rain. He, of course, was laughing. Aww, Come on. You don't need an umbrella. It's just sprinkling. Love, I don't want you to get sick...please can we go and get the umbrella? Her voice asked in the only slightly whining-condescending fashion. Truthfully, she loved his optimism. Truthfully...she loved him. And his goofy smile, his fearlessness...but she wasn't fearless. She could literally feel the building sway in the wind. Why did he bring her up here? She cringed. He took her hand. Warm. Strong. I'm not going to get sick. Rain doesn't cause sickness. Cold does. Well it's cold too. Baby you know that I don't like heights. Please can we go? You are being extremely silly right now. Please. Puppy eyes. He was good at that. His other hand went around her hips and held the small of her back. Warm. Strong. He kissed her forehead. It will be okay. He lead her cautiously to the railing, still holding her hand. Her eyes were closed. She didn't want to look. She was scared. The rain touched her face, but not their hands. Rain never touched their hands when they were together. She opened her eyes. The lights of the buildings and cars were so tiny and beautiful up here. Like Christmas lights. They reflected off the water of the river and twinkled in the mist. Then her vertigo kicked in and she felt dizzy and scared. She closed her eyes again, recoiling back. Noemi, baby...I'm here, don't worry... There was rain. He, of course, was laughing. Women screamed. Or at least some did. Others simply looked panicked but were too drugged or too tired to make a sound. Nobody mourned the man's death. Blood splattered on the limp form of Noemi, but she made no sound other than the soft wheezing of her breathing. It almost looked like little red petals that dripped on to her arm and cheek closest to the splinted door frame. She was peaceful, and a small smile crept onto her face. Doors opened, and there was the distinct buzz of fear that settled in the throats of all those conscious enough to hear the shots. Two men, both scrawny compared to the cool quiet of Andrei's rage came out, their own guns in hand. One blocking the opening of the hallway to get out, and the other to his side in a doorway, pulling up his pants. That mother-fucker killed Markus! However there was stillness. Shock, red dilated eyes were in overdrive, paranoia creeping in. A lot was on the line. They weren't suppose to lose sight of Pearl. They stared at Andrei enraged for a moment before time sped up, looking to make up for lost time. The one in front, dug for his guns, cursing. You fucking son of a bitch. The women were heard in the living room packing up the drugs, scuttling like insects back into the caverns of safety. Gunshots meant anger. Anger meant they would be looking for a dog to kick. And as gone as most of them were survival instinct still motivated them to keep out of the way and try to be as quiet as possible. Anthony. Get the fucking whore. The one blocking Andrei's path ordered. You are going to fucking pay for this you piece of shit! He roared moving to close in on his target.