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Post by victor on Jul 17, 2012 4:22:37 GMT -5
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Victor was exhausted and had picked Katya Romanov up at the airport around six that morning. The woman was bustling with activity, which irked the man. Athena's engagement ring, the very one the morgue had handed him, was dangling from a silver chain that was looped around his mirror. Sadness seeped from every pore and though the woman beside him was speaking, he made no comment. His final kill had been his former student, Aubrey. It had been a clean shot to the head, right between the eyes. After raising her for nearly a decade, he naturally regretted his decision.
He would have gone so far as to say he mourned her, had it not been for her betrayal. His cafe was gone. He had abandoned it, much like everything else in his 'past' life. His fiancee, Athena, was dead. She had been murdered by the Russian mafia and despite that, he was allying with a Russian that supposedly wanted to bring an end to it all. His car finally pulled to a stop in the parking lot of Fenway Park, and he climbed out. Katya followed him and stood silently beside him, a USB drive dangling from around her delicate neck.
It wouldn't take much for Victor to strangle the bitch, take the USB, and go. Unfortunately, after the meeting was over, they would still need her or rather, Connor would. Victor knew he wouldn't be alive to see the end of it, and he had gone to Connor, just for that reason. He wanted to die and be reunited with his late love. Let's be realistic, after all. Victor had more resources than Connor and not to mention, he was also still on good terms with the Russian mafia. If he had truly wanted to bring down the Russian mafia, he would have done it himself.
He saw Katya shift uneasily beside him then he snorted and crossed his arms. "He'll be here soon, cool your jets." He muttered, falling silent soon after. "I won't be much use if I'm dead and if they catch me talking to Connor or bringing him this recording, I'll be dead as a doornail." She retorted sharply, giving him a sharp elbow in the ribs that forced the air from his lungs. "Bitch, I hope you fry." He snapped, resisting the tempting urge to just put a bullet in her brain.
Katya was Connor's way in. She would be his inside woman and lead him right to the core of the mess so he could get the job done. When everything was said and done, she'd be well on her way like nothing had ever happened. She wasn't ever one to form connections, save for on rare occasions. Victor, on the other hand, saw a lot of Aubrey in the Russian woman, which only pissed him off further. "Your friend isn't very punctual" Katya observed quietly, looking down with a small frown.
The man rolled his eyes. "He's not my friend...more like, reluctant business associate." A grim smile touched the man's lips. The catalyst for this entire mess had been Aubrey. If it weren't for her, he and Connor would still be on good terms and quite possibly, Victor could have put a good word or two in with the Russian mafia. All of this could have been avoided but then again, perhaps it was just the delusions of a man that knew his time was nearly up. Either way, Connor better hurry the fuck up. |
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Post by CONNOR GREGORY SELWYN on Jul 19, 2012 23:51:50 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] connor sat across from fenway park in an unmarked black toyota camry. it was a simple car, one he had rented from a local rental agency in fact, and he had been there for thirty minutes. he ground his teeth as he saw victor arrive with a young woman, one he at first thought would be aubrey, but she wasn't. just another throwaway brunette, he supposed. connor knew victor had killed aubrey after finding out connor had fucked her. then again, victor was a self-centered bastard who was way too controlling and he should have expected as much from his protege. she was a smart girl, and she hadn't wanted to be held back by her mentor's rules any longer. unfortunately for her, she hadn't counted on victor's hatred of breaking the rules. but it wasn't that simple reason why connor really hated his former frenemy victor had betrayed him with the russian mafia, and betrayal was the worst form of sin connor could imagine. he wasn't sure why victor wanted to meet today, but he had every intention to shoot the asshole through the head when he got the chance.
"it only makes sense that victor would bring a bitch to a dog fight," he griped to his brother in the passenger seat. "you're not going to kill him until we know what he wants," lennox replied, his tone patronizing as always. connor had always had an irritation for his brother lennox, but he was the best ally in this situation. connor had chosen fenway park for the specific reason that it was public, and he didn't want to cause a scene by spraying v's brain all over the parking lot. "no, i'm not. but the option is still there in case he pisses me off," he snapped, causing lennox to smile when his head was turned away.
opening the car door, he climbed out, followed by lennox who rounded the toyota and walked slightly behind him as they crossed the road and approached across the parking lot. connor glared openly at v as they arrived, coming to a halt several yards away and crossing his arms over his chest. "what's so important that you decided you needed to see me, victor? decided to go gay since athena got put down?" he smiled maliciously. he knew victor had been in love with the girl, although he hadn't found out until after she was killed. he reveled in the thought that his former ally would miss a woman as much as he missed eli. his failed relationship with her, his personal betrayal of eli, was all related to this issue as well, and the reminder only pissed him off more. "let's get this over with so i don't have to smell your dirty blood any longer."
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Post by victor on Jul 20, 2012 2:49:26 GMT -5
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Katya's nose scrunched up. "Connor Selwyn lives up to the information we have in his dossier. Personality wise, anyways." She observed aloud, her Russian accent thick. Victor's brow quirked and for a few moments, he was silent. "You don't know the half of it, doll...now, you two play nice while I retrieve something from my car." He flashed a cheeky smile then turned on his heel, walking away.
Katya frowned and fiddled with an onyx ring on her finger. "You weren't the only one that was hurt, Mister Selwyn. Although Eli was badly injured during her time with us, she survived. Athena, however, did not." The woman moved closer, stopping only when she was directly in front of Connor. "I know because I was well-informed on both cases and in the case of Athena, I was the one that pulled the trigger." It was then that she shrugged and took a step away.
If Victor knew that Katya had pulled the trigger on his fiancee, she would have already been dead. "We want the same thing, Mister Selwyn. An end to this fiasco by any means necessary...and maybe Victor's head on a silver platter but with that look in your eye, you're the one that will carry that out." She glanced back toward Victor and frowned, quickly returning her attention to Connor. "And just so you know, you're giving Victor what he wants. Don't you think he knew that by contacting you, he was ensuring his own death sentence?" The question was clearly rhetorical.
Finally, Victor returned with a small table and an acer laptop. He set up the table then put the laptop on it, gesturing toward Katya. Quietly, she took flash drive from around her neck and shot Connor a sympathetic look. "Brace yourself, Mister Selwyn and just so you know, when it comes time, you're going to need an informant...that's where I come in." She said softly, plugging the drive into a port. "Damn, should have brought popcorn!" Victor drawled, a hint of a Southern accent entering his gravelly voice.
After a few moments, a video popped up on the screen. "Before you start swinging at Miss Romanov, just remember that a, she's a friend and b, by sharing this with you, there's a high probability that her own family will hunt her down, should they find out. She's your ally, Connor. You can hate me and distrust me all you want, but she's doing this because she thinks you should know the full extent of what happened to Eli and why she may or may not hate your guts. 'Sides, use this as fuel for the fire when it comes time for you to rip those bastards limb from fucking limb." With that, he pressed play. Victor was silent as the horrific events that transpired started flickering across the screen. |
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Post by CONNOR GREGORY SELWYN on Jul 29, 2012 21:13:32 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] connor was rapidly growing impatient with this whole affair. after victor betrayed him, he had been trying to restrain himself from killing the bastard. he couldn't handle betrayal, and that was why he couldn't forgive himself for what he'd done to eli. he had betrayed her, he was completely guilty, and he hated himself for it. it all came down to his feelings, and feelings were the hardest thing for him to come to terms with. so he took it out on everyone else.
with victor gone, the girl decided she felt the need to speak to him, so he stood and stared reproachfully at her. "i don't care if it's what he wants; it simply means we actually agree on something," he sneered as she paused and then continued. "listen, sweet cheeks," he broke in as she took a breath and stopped talking, "i don't need more people who don't know what side they're on. perhaps you think you're valuable, but you aren't. you're just as useless as victor. crawl back into whatever hole you came from."
unimpressed as victor returned with the laptop, he crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the screen with irritation. the program booted up too slowly for his taste, but when it came up, a wave of confusion and sobriety washed over him. an image of eli flickered onto the screen, her hair clinging in clumps to her shoulders and the sides of her face, her skin dirty with disrepair. two men came out of the shadows, smoke curling up from the cigarettes they smoked, filling the shot with a hazy look that seemed like a dream... no, i nightmare. the first man put his cigarette out on her skin, and eli stiffened, throwing her head back and gritting her teeth in pain, but refusing to make a sound. the man gripped her face with his free hand, forcing her to open her eyes and look at him as the second man outed his cigarette on her shoulder. she cried out then, spitting at the men and missing. she kicked her body around, kicking one of the men in his balls before they got smart and grabbed her feet, tying them down to the chair legs.
the camera angle changed then, switching to a different scene, and all he could see was her wrist. it was obvious she was struggling, but she couldn't pull away as a brand came out of the corner of the shot and landed on her skin. the sizzling of the meat on her arm made connor cringe, and his teeth ground together audibly. he couldn't tear his eyes away from the screen, even as it got more grisly.
the last scene was the worst, and even as it started he knew what was going to happen. he knew what rape looked like, he'd raped a girl once, and it was a memory that haunted even connor selwyn. he'd been severely punished for that incident, and it made him remember. so as he saw the scene change, saw eli chained by her arms against a chain-link fence, he knew it was coming. he saw the man, scratch that: men, crowding around her, but making sure to leave a space for the camera to get a good look at them. they had masks on (they had a bit of sense in their heads he supposed). eli looked so worn down and beaten, she could hardly hold her head up, but he could see it in her eyes that she knew what was coming. she started balking, kicking out her legs at them and trying to fend them off. the first man, obviously the leader of the small band of russians grabbed her leg, smashing his fist into her calf and breaking her bone. she screamed in agony and her head drooped, and connor realized she was crying. he had never seen her cry, had never imagined that she did such a thing.
what'd you say, bitch? came the russian voice of the man who'd broken her leg. i can't hear you. the men began to laugh then, and eli's voice rose among them. "please don't..." she begged pitifully. connor hated seeing weakness, especially as he knew what was inevitably going to happen to her, but this was different. he hated this weakness because it was wrong. eli was his, she was a 'good' person in his eyes. she killed people for a living, and she'd been the best gunrunner he'd ever had, but she did it because it had to be done. she didn't do this: torture people for the sheer enjoyment of it.
awww the little irish princess wants us to stop, the thug announced in a whiny, mocking voice. but you see, princess, i don't wanna stop. because you're just so purty. the assholes laughed then, and eli's voice came up among them once more.
"please... not for me... for the baby..."
connor's heart stopped. what was he hearing? this had to be a trick. eli was a smart girl, she must've thought lying to them about a baby would save her from this torture.
"i'm... pregnant... please..." she raised her head then, and connor saw her eyes. he saw the sincerity, the truth, the dreadful horrible honesty about what she was saying. eli was pregnant. or... she had been. with his child.
that just makes it even more fun, princess, the thug jeered at her. he leaned in conspiratorially but his voice was still loud enough for the camera to pick it up. i'm sure connor will enjoy watching this and finding out he's a father... well, he was.
at that, the man reeled back and punched her with his might in her abdomen. she heaved, throwing up from the force, and connor visibly stiffened, a wave of nausea crashing over him. the baby was dead in that instant, if it hadn't already been killed in her previous tortures. the men converged on her then, tearing her pants off and beginning to rape her, and connor reached out, snapping the laptop shut with the force of a mack truck.
in a lightning quick movement, the gun he kept tucked at the back of his pants was out of its resting place and in his hand, aimed between victor's eyes. "if you have any last words, now would be the time to say them, you piece of shit," connor hissed. he felt lennox shift away from him, his brother sensing the severity of the situation. "connor... this isn't exactly the place for this..."
"shut the fuck up, you little prick. go back to the car and wait."
lennox disappeared, grumbling to himself about bad pr and too many eyes to see, but connor ignored him. he glared hatefully into victor's eyes, not giving a damn if this was what the bastard wanted or not.
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