The night sky was clear, and the moon cast a silver light on the scenery. It was a warehouse and the surrounding area was desolate. No one was walking this street. Jack led the young woman to the warehouse blindfolded. Along the way he could have killed her, but he disliked the idea of killing anyone other Than a soldier or assassin in such a way. A woman That won’t sign up for it shouldn’t be forced to die like she had. She bt her lip as they reached the building, knowing what he had gotten for her. Entering the building she was treated with dozens of paintings from the most renowned artists he could find. Donatello, Filippo Lippi, Da Vinci, and more. She turned to see Jack arms open. He took the invitation and hugged her tightly. As the hug ended he kissed her. She was surprised as first and froze. From the drugged wine she had before hand, she didn’t even feel the needle prick her neck. Within moments she was on the ground motionless. He sighed softly, looking around. “… Now… What to do with all this art…” With a sigh he lit a cigarillo and began taking it down. Sell it of course.
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Jack is a mercenary…
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So a lot of this killing stuff is basically me just typing up how he runs through scenarios in his head…
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He’s not a ‘Good’ guy :C
No. She’s like a daughter to him at this point. He couldn’t. And since she’s not living with him, I can’t use the night terror thing like Kara.
… Considering the fact he’s in a relationship with her, it would have to be during a night terror. And I cannot write that up without showing how Jack is in private.
Jack was standing in the doctor’s room, reading over is papers. The Bridman walked into the room and stood there. “… What are you doing in my room?” Jack pulled the sword from his sheathe and looked at the blade. “Just visiting. Also, I hear a lot of people want you dead. They’ve put out some contracts on your head. Need any help taking care of them?” The doctor walked by Jack to get the papers the mercenary had been pondering over. “Alright. Well, they asked first anyway.” The doctor turned to see the blade swinging for his neck. There were two distinct thuds as his body and head hit the ground. “If I had more time I would have loved to enjoy that more…” He sighed, walking back out the door, picking up a cloth to clean his blade.
Jack held up a glass of wine for her, letting her take it along with a long drink. They stood in his room laughing softly. After a long day it felt good to unwind. He motioned to the table for her to take a seat. She walked over but something stopped her from sitting down. Jack didn’t know what made her turn around, but for a moment everything froze. She saw him, past the mask. He had a combat knife. He could have talked his way out of that. He was only standing. But the look in his eyes, the cold and morbid look. He guessed that was what caused her to go for the fork on the table. He closed the distance as fast as he could, but not fast enough. He felt her hand on his wrist, twisting as he flew through the air. He couldn’t tell what she did, but if he hadn’t let go of the knife his wrist would have been broken. He slammed against the table hard, cracking the wood. Looking up he saw his knife. He moved his head to the side, barely missing the blade. His hand wrapped around her’s. His legs came up wrapping around her neck. She let go of the knife and Pulled him off the table. He didn’t weigh all that much. While in the air he pulled, bringing her down with him. He landed hard on the ground, this time flipping her. He didn’t feel the fork in his leg right away. When he heard her pull a knife from it’s sheathe he grabbed a leg of the table. Letting go of her, he pulled hard. As he slid across the floor the knife found it’s way where his groin used to be. He was on his feet in moments, pulling the fork out and backing away. Jack was good in close quarters, but after their first go he was the only one injured. She was on her feet almost sooner than him. He ran towards the kitchen, away from her. Once inside he pulled the silenced .22 from a drawer and turned to see her. He fired three rounds, missing due to the sudden pain in his shoulder. His forth shot didn’t miss, finding it’s mark into her chest cavity. She fell back, and he fell the opposite way. As they fell another round pierced her skull. He panted softly, unable to move his arm without pain. “… Where the fuck did you hide it?…”
Jack’s ship was clean as ever. On the deck they danced, torches lighting the area. There was a case in his cabin from the good doctor’s home. As the night got late and their fun ended, she bid his goodbye. The moment she turned to leave a needle pushed into her back. He was there to catch her fall. A soft sigh escaping his lips. “Sorry… Your husband has made a lot of enemies… Don’t worry, you’ll be dead by the time I start cutting… I was paid to show him the pain he’s caused… I’m sorry sweetheart.” he pulled the needle out and lifted her up like a princess. She couldn’t move or talk, but she could feel and see everything. Then he put her in his cabin and took out Malfatto’s tools. He lied. She would feel everything. Malfatto would see that she. That was the message.
The room was quiet, her daughter sleeping. When she got up to leave there was no signoff the man in the home. It wasn’t until she laid down to sleep she smelt the cigarillos. The cloth came over her mouth and blade pressed against her neck. As she passed out Jack’s eyes met her’s, those cold and unmoving eyes.
Jack walked into Lia’s shop. He had a weight about him. She was putting some materials up that had just come in. He began walking towards her. As she wrapped her arms around him something small and thin pushed into her chest, piercing her heart. The poison mixed with blood. Her face froze. He whispered softly into h ear. “Lia… It’s just business.” He held her in his arms, lifting her up. He carried her as a princess. She was wrapped in the finest silks the shop had, and most expensive oils. Then the shop burst into vibrant flames.
