Paradigm Shift
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,403
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
I Follow Her
For some reason I did not even hesitate in my decision. I was up and moving to follow her before she even cleared the back door of the bar. She was moving rapidly down the alley behind the bar, but I caught her easily before she reached the end of the alley.
Grabbing her arm and turning her around I yelled at her, “What the fuck was that all about? Who were those guys, what are you running from.”
She hissed backed at me, angry but keeping her voice low and quiet, “Just shut up. Do you want them to find me? Just go back into the bar. Leave me alone and live another day, do yourself a favor.”
Before I could answer her I saw a large form come into site a few yards ahead at the end of the ally. Then I heard the door from the bar open and I realized instantly that it was too late to stay neutral here. I had to decide right then what side I was on. As usual I picked my own side to be on and I slide away from her back towards the wall of the alley.
The man at the end of the alley spoke first. He had an accent, European if I had to guess, he sound Serbian to me. He said, “Princess, your father sent us to bring you back to his loving arms please step towards me. We will take care of your attacker.”
She tried to speak on my behalf, “He was not harming me; I just met him; let him go; he is no one important and he knows nothing.”
I know what he made you do in the bar. Your father would not like to know that you were forced to perform as a common whore. Please come towards me. The others are waiting to return you.” He kept walking forward as he spoke and I saw it was the big blonde man that I had exchanged glances with in the bar. The girl did as she was told and moved behind him. I noticed that two of the others had come out of the bar and I was surrounds. The big blonde reached behind himself, to a holster on his back I presumed.
Then my reflexes took over, and suddenly the big blonde man was on his knees, my combat knife sticking out of his neck. He was spewing his life blood on the ground in front of him. I was moving full speed and I did a nifty little roll to come up with the gun the blonde had been going for. It was a real pro weapon, a silenced M9 Beretta with a custom sight. I popped two shots off and the other two men were down in a heap, a bullet in the eye for each of them.
I was not surprised at how quickly the old reflexes came back to me. I had spent years honing my skills, and as I said before I was very good at what I did. I also did not mind killing these three; it was a fair fight, I won and got to live another day; they lost and now they were worm food. It was killing kids and women that I didn’t like. But that is a whole different tale.
The whole episode took maybe five seconds, and I pulled the bloody combat knife from the big blonde’s corpse and cleaned it on the dead guy’s shirt before replacing it into the sheath strapped to my back. I never left home without a weapon, and I mean never. Tonight my paranoid lifestyle paid off big for me. I looked to the girl who was standing away from me, behind the big blonde’s corpse and said, “Come on, we need to move fast or they will find you again.” I held my hand out to her.
“Who in the hell are you? Those were first line soldiers you killed. The best of the best, and you took them down like they were children sent after a tiger.”
“They didn’t expect me to be who I was,” I said by way of an answer and we headed back into the noisy bar. Moving quickly through the bar we headed out the side door and into the cool night.
“Do you think they know who I am?” I asked her.
“My father is good, but it will take him a few hours to ID you. Maybe sooner if you go into that bar a lot, which I suppose you do.”
We moved down the street away from the bar quickly, but not moving so fast as to draw attention to ourselves. The night was clear and warm, perfect weather for two lovers to be out for a walk and that is what we played as, lovers out for a walk. “We are going to head back to my place and pick up some stuff I need to be on the run. I was not prepared to exit tonight so I am not as ready as I should be.”
She smiled at me as she said, “Are you always ready Rob? Always ready to go leaping into danger that you have no idea about, with someone that you just met?”
I answered her right back, “I’m not a hero; I would have let them take you if they had not tried to kill me. I don’t pick fights, but I do finish them.”
“You finished them alright. You gave Gregor an end he never expected that is for sure. He was my father’s favorite. He is going to be pissed.”
I didn’t answer her not wanting to let on how fucking scared I was. Damn her father was obviously a very powerful man, he had his own private army after all, and I was just a poor solider out for some fun. How the hell did I get mixed up with some damn Princess? She would dump me like yesterday’s garbage if she needed to save herself, I was very sure of that.
We got back to my apartment and I realized what a shit hole dump I lived in. Not that the building was bad, it was an OK place, but I was not much of a housekeeper, in fact I was never a housekeeper and my trashed place looked like it and smelled like it.
Grabbing her arm and turning her around I yelled at her, “What the fuck was that all about? Who were those guys, what are you running from.”
She hissed backed at me, angry but keeping her voice low and quiet, “Just shut up. Do you want them to find me? Just go back into the bar. Leave me alone and live another day, do yourself a favor.”
Before I could answer her I saw a large form come into site a few yards ahead at the end of the ally. Then I heard the door from the bar open and I realized instantly that it was too late to stay neutral here. I had to decide right then what side I was on. As usual I picked my own side to be on and I slide away from her back towards the wall of the alley.
The man at the end of the alley spoke first. He had an accent, European if I had to guess, he sound Serbian to me. He said, “Princess, your father sent us to bring you back to his loving arms please step towards me. We will take care of your attacker.”
She tried to speak on my behalf, “He was not harming me; I just met him; let him go; he is no one important and he knows nothing.”
I know what he made you do in the bar. Your father would not like to know that you were forced to perform as a common whore. Please come towards me. The others are waiting to return you.” He kept walking forward as he spoke and I saw it was the big blonde man that I had exchanged glances with in the bar. The girl did as she was told and moved behind him. I noticed that two of the others had come out of the bar and I was surrounds. The big blonde reached behind himself, to a holster on his back I presumed.
Then my reflexes took over, and suddenly the big blonde man was on his knees, my combat knife sticking out of his neck. He was spewing his life blood on the ground in front of him. I was moving full speed and I did a nifty little roll to come up with the gun the blonde had been going for. It was a real pro weapon, a silenced M9 Beretta with a custom sight. I popped two shots off and the other two men were down in a heap, a bullet in the eye for each of them.
I was not surprised at how quickly the old reflexes came back to me. I had spent years honing my skills, and as I said before I was very good at what I did. I also did not mind killing these three; it was a fair fight, I won and got to live another day; they lost and now they were worm food. It was killing kids and women that I didn’t like. But that is a whole different tale.
The whole episode took maybe five seconds, and I pulled the bloody combat knife from the big blonde’s corpse and cleaned it on the dead guy’s shirt before replacing it into the sheath strapped to my back. I never left home without a weapon, and I mean never. Tonight my paranoid lifestyle paid off big for me. I looked to the girl who was standing away from me, behind the big blonde’s corpse and said, “Come on, we need to move fast or they will find you again.” I held my hand out to her.
“Who in the hell are you? Those were first line soldiers you killed. The best of the best, and you took them down like they were children sent after a tiger.”
“They didn’t expect me to be who I was,” I said by way of an answer and we headed back into the noisy bar. Moving quickly through the bar we headed out the side door and into the cool night.
“Do you think they know who I am?” I asked her.
“My father is good, but it will take him a few hours to ID you. Maybe sooner if you go into that bar a lot, which I suppose you do.”
We moved down the street away from the bar quickly, but not moving so fast as to draw attention to ourselves. The night was clear and warm, perfect weather for two lovers to be out for a walk and that is what we played as, lovers out for a walk. “We are going to head back to my place and pick up some stuff I need to be on the run. I was not prepared to exit tonight so I am not as ready as I should be.”
She smiled at me as she said, “Are you always ready Rob? Always ready to go leaping into danger that you have no idea about, with someone that you just met?”
I answered her right back, “I’m not a hero; I would have let them take you if they had not tried to kill me. I don’t pick fights, but I do finish them.”
“You finished them alright. You gave Gregor an end he never expected that is for sure. He was my father’s favorite. He is going to be pissed.”
I didn’t answer her not wanting to let on how fucking scared I was. Damn her father was obviously a very powerful man, he had his own private army after all, and I was just a poor solider out for some fun. How the hell did I get mixed up with some damn Princess? She would dump me like yesterday’s garbage if she needed to save herself, I was very sure of that.
We got back to my apartment and I realized what a shit hole dump I lived in. Not that the building was bad, it was an OK place, but I was not much of a housekeeper, in fact I was never a housekeeper and my trashed place looked like it and smelled like it.