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Chapter 18:
Leon walked with his hands in his pockets until he came to the alley. His tongue pressed to his cheek before pulling a cigarette from his jacket and bringing it to his lips. A grimace came to his face as he dug in his inside pocket before he pulled out a crinkled matchbox.
A sound came to him as smoke lifted gently off his cigarette. When he turned he saw the two men from before huddled in a corner, smoke coming off their own cigarettes. The Man paused before walking, "You two", he stated simply before walking over.
The nasally voiced man's eyes widened as his cigarette trembled in his mouth, "We don't want nothin' to do with you!" He exclaimed as he backed against the wall of the alley.
The deep voiced man waved Leon off, "You get outta here!" He demanded before thrusting a finger toward the road, "We've had enough 'a ya."
"I have something to offer you." Leon stated as he stepped closer.
"Well we don't want it." The deep voiced man said simply, crushing his cigarette against the ground.
"Don't be so hasty."
"You killed Benny." The nasally voiced man said, tears forming in the ducts of his eye as he swiped a hand under his nose, "He was like a brother to us."
"Wouldn't Benny want to you get your hands on the one that caused all of this? To kill the boy with the strange hat?" Leon bribed.
"And that woman." The deep voiced man scowled.
"Let me take care of her." The Man said, "She's my property, and I'll deal with her harshly I guarantee it. But I can't do it alone, we need to work together."
The nasally voiced man bit his lower lip before looking to his partner.
"What are you proposing?" the deep voiced man said after a pause, standing to his feet.
Leon walked with his hands in his pockets until he came to the alley. His tongue pressed to his cheek before pulling a cigarette from his jacket and bringing it to his lips. A grimace came to his face as he dug in his inside pocket before he pulled out a crinkled matchbox.
A sound came to him as smoke lifted gently off his cigarette. When he turned he saw the two men from before huddled in a corner, smoke coming off their own cigarettes. The Man paused before walking, "You two", he stated simply before walking over.
The nasally voiced man's eyes widened as his cigarette trembled in his mouth, "We don't want nothin' to do with you!" He exclaimed as he backed against the wall of the alley.
The deep voiced man waved Leon off, "You get outta here!" He demanded before thrusting a finger toward the road, "We've had enough 'a ya."
"I have something to offer you." Leon stated as he stepped closer.
"Well we don't want it." The deep voiced man said simply, crushing his cigarette against the ground.
"Don't be so hasty."
"You killed Benny." The nasally voiced man said, tears forming in the ducts of his eye as he swiped a hand under his nose, "He was like a brother to us."
"Wouldn't Benny want to you get your hands on the one that caused all of this? To kill the boy with the strange hat?" Leon bribed.
"And that woman." The deep voiced man scowled.
"Let me take care of her." The Man said, "She's my property, and I'll deal with her harshly I guarantee it. But I can't do it alone, we need to work together."
The nasally voiced man bit his lower lip before looking to his partner.
"What are you proposing?" the deep voiced man said after a pause, standing to his feet.
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WOAH. WAIT A MINUTE. She's my property?!
Oh Leon. I actually really like you. You bring an interesting dynamic to the story and serve as a nice foil to Sam. BUT THAT COMMENT WAS NOT COOL.
As the one person who likes you somewhat, please redeem yourself from that painstakingly sexist comment.
(Now, this is not to say that I like him better than Sam, because I don't. I just like him for the reasons listed above, and darker characters have always intrigued me.)
As always, great writing Brooke. You always know how to keep a reader intrigued.
Oh Leon. I actually really like you. You bring an interesting dynamic to the story and serve as a nice foil to Sam. BUT THAT COMMENT WAS NOT COOL.
As the one person who likes you somewhat, please redeem yourself from that painstakingly sexist comment.
(Now, this is not to say that I like him better than Sam, because I don't. I just like him for the reasons listed above, and darker characters have always intrigued me.)
As always, great writing Brooke. You always know how to keep a reader intrigued.