Everything Looks Better In The Rain *finished*

[the_admin]

New, not finished yet.

His grip on the railing of the stairs at the back of the building tightened and he pulled himself up on the first three steps. The rain poured down from the skies, making his dark hair stick to his forehead and blurring the view he had through the night vision goggles. With one swept move he tried to dry the goggles with the soaked through material of his black coat. He heard the heavy breathing of his comrade behind him, and as he looked over his shoulder, he saw him trying to clear the view he had as well. He fixed his eyes back on the metal steps, and took them with three at a time to get at the top of the building as quick as possible. He had the Magnum 4.7 clutched in his right hand, supporting it with his right he aimed over the whole of the rooftop of the distribution warehouse. The wind blew hard against the walls of it, and he felt the building softly shake on its groundwork. The rain hit him hard in the face and his jeans stuck to his legs, making his legs feel heavy. His fingers were cold and probably frozen to the gun he was holding, his lips slightly blue and shivering.
“I could swear he said that he was up here.” His comrade muttered and stood next to him in the same position as himself; legs spread and scanning the rooftop on anything suspicious that moved. His left hand moved to his ear, to press the earpiece he was wearing into his ear, trying to pick up any sound at all. The little black metal wire that went from the earkit to his mouth, was in use as a microphone.
“Eagle one to eagle three, do you read me?” He spoke into the microphone. When he heard nothing other than a soft monotonous tone, he pulled it out of his ear and threw it to the floor. “Fuck it, it’s broken.” He murmered, more to himself than to his comrade. “Must’ve been the rain.” He spoke, as his eyes scanned the rooftop once more.
“Come on, if we’re gonna stand here and do nothing, we’re never gonna find him.” His comrade remarked and made a move towards the rooftop, holding his gun out in front of him, prepared for any sudden movements.
When they reached the little house that was up on the rooftop that lead the inside stairs up to the rooftop, they stopped in their tracks and hid for the rain a couple of minutes. In the dark, he searched for something in his pockets.
“Do we know what he looks like?” He asked, still looking through his pockets. His comrade shook his head.
“No, we only know that he’s supposed to be up here and that we need to kill him. What are you looking for anyway?” His comrade asked in return, his brushy eyebrows raised, his dark, blonde hair stuck to his forehead and the rain drops sliding down his cheeks as if it were tears. The dark haired one grinned, and pulled out a silver necklace that he put around his neck.
“My lucky charm, mate.” The comrade puffed and squatted down on the rooftop. He glanced on his watch.
“Okay, I have it 11:36. You?” The dark haired one took on his turn a glance at his watch.
“Same. We’re way too early.” He squatted down next to the guy he was supposed to eliminate the unknown man with. He hid the gun in his coat pocket and took a deep sigh.
“So how’s things with you and Amy?” The tall, blonde man asked lightly.
“How the fuck can you ask me about my girl when we’re here waiting for someone to show up so we can kill him? For fuck’s sake Charlie, you’re one sick person.” Charlie, the tall one, rolled his eyes at his friend.
“I was only being interested, Matthew.”
“Shh!” Matthew shushed his mate, and held two fingers to his lips. “Listen…” As Charlie pricked up his ears, he heard the gravel crunch somewhere on the rooftop, and a soft mumbling that prayed to God. Together they stood up, their ink black coats rustling as they moved their arms about to get their guns in gear.
“You scared?” Charlie asked. Matthew screwed up his face.
“No. I’ve done this a million times before. At least.” He mumbled some last words before he pushed himself off the wall with his back and turned to the person that was walking around on the rooftop. His whole body froze right there and then. Not five metres away from him, was a young woman, dressed in a white summery dress, that would normally get blown up by the wind, but was now soaked and see-through. Her long brown hair was hanging on her shoulders, a lost strain here or there stuck to her delicate face. Her once perfectly applied make-up was running all over her cheeks, the rain drops mixing with the blood that was coming from her lip. Her deep, sea-blue eyes were filled with fear as she stood eye to eye with the man who was about to kill her.
“Oh shit,” Charlie mumbled, and he lowered his gun, pointing downwards to the ground.
“Matthew, please.” The girl pleaded. Matthew held his gun aimed at the girl, his brain on full speed. If this was the girl he was supposedly in love with, should he kill her? If he didn’t, he would get killed himself. He loved her so much he would kill for her, but his own life was more dear to him than any other life on earth.
“Matthew!” Charlie suddenly yelled. “Just fucking do it! Get it over with!” The girl’s hands moved to her stomach, closing her eyes for a small second, then reopening them. Matthew’s heart skipped a beat; he knew all too well what was hiding in her stomach, safe and sound from everything bad in the world. “Matt!” He didn’t think, he emptied his brain and shot the bullet out of his gun, penetrating the flesh where it would kill. With a silent thump she feel down onto the wet gravel, her white dress no longer white, but red from the blood that seeped through the cotton material.

[Kolakube]

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[Mzzzzz]

YER! I NEVER THOUGHT ICE CREAMS WERE LETHAL WEAPONS BUT THERE YOU GO! THATS WHAT IS CALLED JUSTICE FOR YOU

*slap*

[the_admin]

Slap indeed Mizz, lmfao! You weirdo.
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“Why did you make me do this? Why did you put me on this case?” Matthew yelled as he stormed in the empty office of his boss. The ever turned to the window leather chair was also this time turned to the window. Only his elbows covered with the black and white material of his striped suit he was wearing were visible. A tuft of cigar smoke circled up to the ceiling and for a short moment, nothing was being said.
“It was a test.” Matthew just stood there gob smacked, his jaw literally lowering and he stood in awe looking at the back of the leather chair. Then he regained his composure.
“But I’ve been working here for ages.” He simply said. He didn’t know what else to say anyway.
“This was necessary, Matthew. You were caught up by love. You weren’t doing your job as good as you used to do. You proved me wrong, though. You killed the woman you loved.” Matthew heard the sound of the cigar getting stabbed out, a painful squirm followed.
“Not only did I kill the woman I loved, I also murdered my own child.” Matthew softly said. Matthew was angry, very angry, but was afraid to show it. He knew what would happen if he had a go at his boss; he’d get his legs broken, both of his arms, or even worse, got killed. “She was pregnant with my child.” He added, maybe even softer than before. He felt sick about the whole situation.
“But you acted well, son. She had to be eliminated.” Came the voice of the man, the man of whom no one had ever seen his face of.
“What did she do? What made her so bad that she had to be killed?”
“For me to know, for you to find out, son.” With that, Matthew ran out of the building. Down the hallway, into the emergency exit, running down the stairs, four steps at a time, the tears burning in his eyes.
With his whole body weight, he pressed against the exit door, into the open air and the fresh air running through his lungs. He leaned against the now closed door, trying to catch up on his breath. With on hand to his side, he looked up to the sky and blinked away the tears, before closing them and calming down. When he opened them again, he saw a man of about his age in front of him, blonde hair, blue eyes, average height.
“Sorry, mate.” Was the last thing Matthew heard before he blanked out by the hit on his head.

[the_admin]

He woke up by the ropes cutting in his bare skin. He was stripped to his boxers and was sat on a simple, cheap wooden chair, his ankles tied up on the legs of the chair, his hands and arms tied up behind him. He let out a soft moan, tasting the dried blood on his lower lip as he ran his tongue past it, thirsty as he was. His head hung low, and he looked down onto his blue and white chequered boxers. When he tried with all his strength to look up, he noticed that he wasn’t alone. The dark room, only lit by a simple light bulb on the ceiling, was cold and he shivered, feeling the goose bumps coming up on his arms and legs. His head hurt, a massive headache on its way and his view was blurry, but he could easily recognise the figure that was sat on the floor, the legs pulled up, and with one arm leaning on his knee, his free hand holding a cigarette. Every once in a while, the figure would take a drag from the cigarette and blow out the smoke in circles. There was only one person he knew who did that, and it was the one person he never would’ve expected to be there.
“See you’re awake.” The figure said in his deep, husky voice. This confirmed that it was who Matthew thought it was. The light bulb flickered a couple of times, making it crackle as it did, the only noise aside from the weird, buzzing sound coming from what seemed like far, far away. “It’s about time, as well.” He stubbed out the cigarette on the grey concrete, and stood up, making his way over to Matthew. Matthew looked at him from top to toe with a disgusted grimace on his face.
“Y’know,” He began, his hands folded behind his back and he started to walk in circles around Matthew. “I always thought you were the wise one out of us two.” He let out a forced laugh and sighed deeply. “Boy, was I wrong, wasn’t I.” It wasn’t a question, more some sort of comment. “What dickhead would kill his girl, who happened to be pregnant with his baby?” He was stood in front of Matthew now, looking him straight in the eye. “You, apparently.” Matthew tried to say something, but his tongue was stuck in mouth due to the dryness. He was so thirsty, what he wouldn’t do for a small sip of water. “I think it’s rather selfish, actually.” Charlie continued, taking another cigarette from the packet he had in the back pocket of his jeans. He lit it with a small, red lighter and blew the smoke up to the ceiling. “You could’ve let your girl live, and then your baby would be born. But then, you’d die. And we didn’t want that, did we?” Matthew followed Charlie with his eyes, letting his eyes slowly roll in their sockets. The headache was kicking in, and it was so bad, that he felt his stomach twist and turn a couple of times. He tried his hardest not to throw up over Charlie’s well polished shoes. “So you killed her. Cold-blooded. One shot was enough for her to die at your feet.” He took another drag from his cigarette.
“Ever wondered why we didn’t know much about our victim, Matthew?” As he spoke, the smoke escaped from his mouth and he blew the remains in Matthew’s face, who coughed loudly. The smoke wasn’t exactly helping him to come over his thirstiness. “I’ll tell you why, then. Seeing that you’re not even trying to speak.” He walked over to the wall and leaned against it with his back. His legs crossed at the ankles, one hand in his pocket he dragged from his cigarette.
“It’s quite simple when you think about it, really.” He shrugged, and continued. “Amy, your beloved girlfriend who died, with a baby in her well tanned tummy, was our boss’ daughter, Matthew.” Matthew gasped for breath; he knew what this meant. “It wasn’t your entire fault, however. I mean, you didn’t know Amy was his daughter, did you?” Charlie didn’t wait for an answer. “That’s partly the reason why it was you who had to kill her.” Matthew felt the anger build up and the blood in his veins started to boil. “Other reason it that you got the silly girl pregnant. See it as your repayment for that.” Charlie laughed softly, “It wasn’t you personally who got her pregnant though, it was me, but let’s keep that between us two.” He winked. At this moment, Matthew was furiously trying to break free from the ropes, but with no result; the only thing that happened, were the ropes cutting deeper in his wrists and he felt the blood trickle down his hands. “I think it’s a sad story.” Charlie sighed. “Not one to tell your children. Not that you’re gonna have any.” Matthew knew he was in trouble. The anger that had once taken over his body, had taken place for pure fear.
“You scared?” Charlie asked it in the same tone as he done the previous night. Or for what Matthew thought was the previous night. He wasn’t exactly sure what time it was, how much time had passed when he was out, nor did he have any clue where he was. “So you should be.” Charlie paced back over to Matthew, the cigarette in his hand, the ash fell off while he was walking. He looked around, shrugged, and without thinking, he pressed the cigarette out on Matthew’s bare left leg. He heard his skin sis, the smell of burnt flesh entered his nose and he had to try hard not to puke, cry and scream all at the same time. Instead, he bit his lip so hard, that it started bleeding again.
“Did that hurt, Matthew?” Charlie asked, a sarcastic tone in his voice could be sensed. “I bet it did.” He said with a smirk. “I think it’s time for you to meet someone special now.” He turned to the door and opened it. The man of about his age, blonde hair, blue eyes, average height was stood there, an utter sad look on his face. “Matthew, meet James. James, Matthew. James has brought you a surprise!” It was not until that moment that Matthew noticed that James was hiding something behind his back. James stepped in the dark room, Charlie closed the door that had let through some light and fresh air. Nothing that was out there, he had recognised. “Just for the record, James is Amy’s big brother.” Charlie mentioned in between breaths, as if it was nothing. “Come on, show him what you’ve got.” He said, pushing James slightly in the back, making him to step forwards. James rolled his eyes from Charlie to Matthew, the sad look on his face disappeared as fog lifting and got replaced by a mean grin as he pulled the thing he had behind his back on front of him. It looked like something Matthew had never seen before. It was a small machine, that buzzed as James pushed a button on the side of it. The same buzzing sound Matthew had heard earlier. The buzzing that seemed so far away but was now in front of his face. Suddenly it hit him what it was; the smallest volt stun gun he had ever seen in his whole life.
“I’m not very good at this,” James muttered and took another step closer, holding the small machine in front of him, afraid that it would attack himself.
“Oh, come on, James. He killed your sister!” With these words, James turned in a flash, holding the stun gun in front of Charlie’s face, looking at him with anger in his eyes.
“She was not my sister. She betrayed our family.” Charlie looked startled, and somewhat scared, too. James breathed heavily and turned on his heels back to Matthew. “Nevertheless, I blame you for her betraying my family.” He bent through his knees and came dangerously close to Matthew with the gun. “You stole my sister away from me.” Shock. “I’m not ever going to forgive you for that.” Shock. “You killed her baby.” Shock.

[Mizz the partner in crime]

M-M-M-MORE! PLEASE! I THINK IM GOING TO DIE IF I DONT FIND OUT WHATS NEXT lol
;D

[the_admin]

Everything went silent for a minute or so. The pain had taken over every single body part of Matthew. Every muscle, every bone, every square inch of skin. His breathing was slow, but his heart beat like it was attending a horse race. Shock.
"James!” He heard Charlie’s voice scream in the distance. “What was that for?”
“Just for the sake of it. The bastard deserves it.” He heard someone reply, figuring it was James. “Now what?” He heard him ask. His voice echoed in Matthew’s head, as if James was repeating it a million times.
“Get The Butcher.” He heard some rustling. “This is gonna be fun, James. You sure you don’t wanna stay?” Matthew heard the heavy, metal door open and close and he thought he was alone. “I actually enjoyed watching that. Didn’t you, Matthew?” Matthew felt a finger poke on the place where Charlie had stubbed the cigarette out and he squirmed. “This is gonna be much more fun though, this gonna be pure entertainment!” Charlie yelped and ran around Matthew, giving him some cold, fresh air.
Matthew dreaded for what to come. He’d heard stories about The Butcher, but never actually thought they were true. Now he was going to find out himself. He held his eyes firmly closed and prayed to God that this was all a dream, when he smelt the cigarette smoke from one of Charlie’s cigarettes.
“I thought you were my friend.” Matthew mumbled softly. His throat was still dry and it hurt when he tried to speak. He felt betrayed, by everyone he knew. He was all alone in this, whereas he had Charlie on his side everytime he was in trouble in the past. Now Charlie was no longer on his side, but the enemy.
“Yeah, I got paid extra for that one.” Charlie laughed. “Did you really, really think I was your friend, Matthew? You had the prettiest girl in the world. You made more money than me. You had the looks, the charm. Everything. And there was a baby on the way as well.” Charlie snapped. “Little did you know that I screwed your girl and got her pregnant. Hell! She didn’t even know herself! That little bitch got drunk after three pure Bacardi’s, and I fucked her brains out.” Matthew tried to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat, but to no avail.
“Then I guess it doesn’t really matter I killed her and the baby.” He tried once more, swallowing as he finished speaking. He had the feeling that he needed to act as if he didn’t care. Something inside him told him that it wasn’t Charlie’s baby, but his. She wouldn’t do that to him, would she?
“You f- Oh, here comes The Butcher. Remember all the stories, Matthew? Remember how we both thought that they weren’t true? Well, guess what, Matthew, you’re gonna find out yourself today!” Matthew was too tired and everything felt too sore to even open his eyes. He heard a squeaking sound, what must’ve come from the trolley The Butcher was dragging with him. If the stories were true, Matthew was not coming out alive of this.
“Well, well, who do we have here?” A voice said, it was croaky and it smelt of alcohol and cigarettes. A big hand grabbed hold of Matthew’s face to make him look at The Butcher. “Matthew Willis. Haven’t seen you in a while, have I?” Matthew tried to blink away the tears that were caused by The Butcher’s strong scent. The face features of The Butcher were familiar; the dark hair, the sharp jaw line and the butt ugly face.
“Sam?” Matthew whispered.
“Damn right, you’re gonna die today, mate.” The Butcher put up a sad face. Matthew now knew where he recognised this person from; he’d been his bully all the way through primary school. The Butcher pulled the trolley closer to Matthew and sat on the stool he’d brought with him. “Lemme see, where shall I begin? Face? Chest? Legs?” He wondered out loud, playing with an awful sharp looking scalpel. He ran his finger over the blade, and seemed to think. “I think we’ll go for the burn marks first. I see Charlie has made one for me already?” He looked over his shoulder for a moment, over to Charlie, who was standing against the wall, his arms crossed, looking rather interested. He smiled proudly as he heard his name and ‘burn mark’ in one breath. An overwhelming heat flooded Matthew’s way, as The Butcher took a red hot poker out of a rusty looking trough filled with hot coals. “Ever heard your skin his so loudly, that you thought it was actually a snake, Matthew?” The heat coming from the poker burnt the few hairs on Matthew’s chest. “Ever saw your skin burn, wrinkling up into one red, wrinkled patch of meat, Matthew?” The Butcher placed his free hand on Matthew’s shoulder to prevent him from struggling. “Ever felt such a huge amount of pain, that you’d rather die than coping with it any longer?” Matthew held in his stomach, to keep the poker away for a bit longer.
“Stop.” Together with those words, a breeze of cold, fresh air entered the room. A man with grey hair, so grey that it looked almost white, was stood in the doorway. He supported himself with a walking stick, came walking in the room slowly, as slow as a snail, and repeated his words. “Stop. Stop it.” He breathed. He leaned on the trolley and lifted up his walking stick to hit The Butcher away from the stool. The red hot poker got removed from Matthew’s chest, and he sighed with relief. “Untie his hands and feet.” No one responded. “NOW!” He yelled. Matthew was amazed by the volume that could come out of such an old man, but nevertheless, Charlie came into action and furiously started untying him. When his arms were free, he rubbed his wrists and noticed the blue-purple bruises on them, along with the blood spatters on his hands. He shot an angry look over at Charlie, who just smiled cheesily and shrugged.
“Now, Matthew.” The old man said, and placed a hand on Matthew’s shoulder.
“Yes, sir?” Matthew did not know who this man was, nor why he was freeing him, but he knew that he was important.
“I am very sorry about the situation.” He said, slowly, as if it took a lot of energy to say this. “And you are free to go.” The old man inspected Matthew’s puzzled look for a moment, then decided to help him with the information he wanted. “I’m Amy’s grandfather, Matthew. I’m head of this so called organisation that murders people. I’m head of the organisation that killed my granddaughter.” Matthew tried to take this in, but failed miserably and kept the puzzled look on his face. “Can everyone leave the room please?” He simply said and pointed around the room with his walking stick. The Butcher and Charlie left the room, leaving the old man and Matthew on their own. “You have to understand that this was none of my work, Matthew. I never wanted my granddaughter dead, I never wanted my great-grandchild to die. Nor did I want you to murder her.” Matthew swallowed what he had in his throat. “You have to understand that this all was none of my work, Matthew. You have to understand that.” Matthew nodded his head. “Your friend, Charlie, is behind all this.” With those words, he leaned back and gave Matthew some space to breath. “It was a conspiracy.” He continued. “Her father never approved anything she did, let alone go out with a man that was leading a lower life than he himself did. Charlie was jealous, after all, Charlie had been promised to this girl, because his father and hers, had been best friends since they were children. When he found out that she was not going to be his, not ever, and when she was pregnant of your child, Charlie and her father decided to kill her, followed by you by torture. Because if Charlie was not going to have her, no one was.” The man sighed deeply. “Rather sad, don’t you think?” Matthew nodded once more, he couldn’t bring himself to talk. “Now, here are your clothes,” The old man picked up the bundle of clothing that was on the floor behind the chair. “Put them on and get out of here, son.” Matthew did as he was told, and slipped on the black t-shirt and the blood stained jeans.
“Thank you.” He whispered and walked over to the door.
As he walked out of the dark room where he’d been kept in for at least four hours, his eyes had to adjust to the bright light in the hallway. Charlie gave him an utter dirty look and was called inside by the old man. The door was half open, and Matthew could hear half of the conversation. He stopped in his tracks as he heard shouting.
“But sir!”
“No, Charlie. You killed her, you hurt my future grandson, you murdered my great-grandchild. Not even going on your knees and licking my shoes will make me forgive you for that.”
“Sir!” He heard Charlie protest. A loud bang made Matthew’s shoulders jerk. When he turned himself to the door, he saw the old man coming out of the room.
“I think you have some cleaning up to do, Sam.”

THE END

[Bitch*Goddess]

dude, that was awesome!

[the_admin]

Thank you, *bows* Took me two days to write that and it's quite short, but it's alright. Right?

[Clazz]

Woah that's amazing, Kim.. brilliant!

Bitch*Goddess - I LOVE your sig, HIM rule hehe. <3

[Bitch*Goddess]

aww thanks darling! Kim, only 2 days?!? Amazing!!

[Minz]

Kim said:

Took me two days to write that and it's quite short, but it's alright.

IT'S NOT JUST ALRIGHT! It's bloody brilliant! It's one of your best, Kim ;D Your mum was always right, you know.

[the_admin]

With what? That I have to do something with writing? (Btw, you saying that sounds like you know my mum LOL)

[Minz]

YER u shud ave summat to do with writing ;D
I don't know your mum but from what you've told me I get a picture of her brain in my mind ;D it is purple ;D

[the_admin]

Erm, now you mention it.. Mum's got her hair dyed purple actually.. ahem. Well, not purple purple, but you know violet, whatever, the purply colour you can get for your hair!

That was really strange of you to say, that it's purple.. THE PSYCHIC SISTAS! Ahem yeah......