04-01-2021, 07:44 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-01-2021, 07:48 PM by COLT MADISON..)
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Colt’s heart was pounding in his chest, sweat beading on his forehead. He struggled to maintain his composure as he walked the halls of the lodge, refusing to meet the eyes of any of his groupmates that passed. He was hyper-aware of Xavier’s gaze boring into his back, like a pair of sharp knives. Finally, the pair reached an area that was relatively desolate. Colt opened the door to a vacant room and stepped inside, followed by the other mercenary.
As soon as the door was shut and locked, Xavier lashed out, grabbing Colt by the throat and pinning him against the closest wall. Colt gasped, his eyes wide, his air restricted as Xavier’s grip tightened around his neck. He made no move to fight back. "Xavier, wait-”
"Why the [i]fuck are you still alive, Colt? Huh?!”[/i] Xavier snarled, his voice low. He drew a switchblade from his pocket with his free hand, letting it hover near Colt’s face. "Because the only valid excuse for your target being alive [i]three weeks after you were assigned to him is that you bit the dust first.”[/i]
“This is my job. Let me handle it,” Colt managed to get out. He wriggled in Xavier’s grasp, the corners of his vision tinted black. His mind was racing, thoughts jumbled.
"Why would I? Clearly, you’re incapable of that.” The tall man spat at Colt’s feet. “I told the Ringleader we shouldn’t have left such an important job to you. He should’ve sent me up sooner, but he wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt. I figured you’d curled up and died on the mountain somewhere; I won’t lie, I never expected to find you here, getting all buddy-buddy with these idiots. Tell me, Colt - did you ever plan on following through with the job?”
Colt was wheezing now, his eyelids drooping. He glared straight into Xavier’s eyes, chest heaving, hatred burning in his veins. He did not respond.
Xavier snickered. “What’s the problem? You took a liking to that Edmund Stirling guy? If that’s the case, why didn’t you sound the alarm as soon as you realized who I was?”
Colt swallowed hard. Again, he would say nothing - but he averted his gaze to the ground.
Realization hit Xavier, and a grin flashed across his face. He gave a grim laugh. “Ahh, I think I get it now! You haven’t told anyone here about who you really are, have you? You’re lying to their faces, pretending that you didn’t come here to assassinate their beloved leader so that you can live on, guilt- and consequence-free. You can’t bring yourself to kill Stirling, but if you told these people the truth, then they’d surely kick you out, and you would have no one.” He shook his head, laughing some more. There was a malicious glint in his eye, like a predator staring down its prey. “Oh, Colt, Colt, Colt… I always knew you were soft, but I never would’ve taken you as a coward.” He clenched his hand into a fist around the switchblade and punched Colt in the stomach, narrowly avoiding stabbing him. At the same time, he let go of his throat.
Colt gasped, crumpling to the ground at Xavier’s feet. He was rendered immobile for a moment, the pain in his stomach unbearable. Gritting his teeth, he stared up at the other mercenary, body trembling with anger. “Just leave now, Xavier. I won’t let you hurt anyone here. You’ll regret this.”
Xavier heaved a sigh, rolling his eyes. He cocked back his leg and kicked Colt in the thigh, ignoring his cries of pain. “You’ve always thought you were hot shit, ever since you were a little kid. And that’s bothered me. You’re a decent merc, sure, but I think you forget just how much experience I have compared to you, runt.” Xavier crouched down, placing his hands on his knees, watching Colt writhe on the ground with a satisfied smile. “I won’t kill you, as much as I want to. Not yet, anyways. I’ll kill Stirling first, so you can see how a real merc does a job. Then, I’ll tell all of your little friends the truth about why you came here, who you really are. And then, when they kick you out, and you’re all by yourself on that freezing-ass mountain… I’ll finally swoop in and end your miserable little life.” He stood up straight, stuffing his hands in his pockets, and gave Colt another swift kick - right to the gut. “You could stop me, y’know. All you’d have to do to save that mafia asshole you have a crush on is to tell him the truth. But you won’t do that - you’re afraid. Too scared of what’ll happen when everyone realizes who you are, what you were gonna do.”
Colt whimpered, falling on his face. He broke into a coughing fit, spitting up blood on the ground. The room was spinning. Xavier sounded muted, far away. His whole body throbbed with pain. “I’ll s-still s-stop you,” he managed to choke out.
Xavier chuckled, stepping back and returning his switchblade to its hilt. “How? In a fight? You’re good, but I outclass you ten times over, kid. Stirling will be dead within the next day, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Now quit looking like a pathetic mess, you’ve got lies to tell. Don’t worry, I didn’t give you any injuries they’ll see.” He yawned, opening the door and stepping out into the hall. “Thanks for the tour, Colt. This place sure is cozy.” With one last smug grin, Xavier was gone.
Colt’s heart was pounding in his chest, sweat beading on his forehead. He struggled to maintain his composure as he walked the halls of the lodge, refusing to meet the eyes of any of his groupmates that passed. He was hyper-aware of Xavier’s gaze boring into his back, like a pair of sharp knives. Finally, the pair reached an area that was relatively desolate. Colt opened the door to a vacant room and stepped inside, followed by the other mercenary.
As soon as the door was shut and locked, Xavier lashed out, grabbing Colt by the throat and pinning him against the closest wall. Colt gasped, his eyes wide, his air restricted as Xavier’s grip tightened around his neck. He made no move to fight back. "Xavier, wait-”
"Why the [i]fuck are you still alive, Colt? Huh?!”[/i] Xavier snarled, his voice low. He drew a switchblade from his pocket with his free hand, letting it hover near Colt’s face. "Because the only valid excuse for your target being alive [i]three weeks after you were assigned to him is that you bit the dust first.”[/i]
“This is my job. Let me handle it,” Colt managed to get out. He wriggled in Xavier’s grasp, the corners of his vision tinted black. His mind was racing, thoughts jumbled.
"Why would I? Clearly, you’re incapable of that.” The tall man spat at Colt’s feet. “I told the Ringleader we shouldn’t have left such an important job to you. He should’ve sent me up sooner, but he wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt. I figured you’d curled up and died on the mountain somewhere; I won’t lie, I never expected to find you here, getting all buddy-buddy with these idiots. Tell me, Colt - did you ever plan on following through with the job?”
Colt was wheezing now, his eyelids drooping. He glared straight into Xavier’s eyes, chest heaving, hatred burning in his veins. He did not respond.
Xavier snickered. “What’s the problem? You took a liking to that Edmund Stirling guy? If that’s the case, why didn’t you sound the alarm as soon as you realized who I was?”
Colt swallowed hard. Again, he would say nothing - but he averted his gaze to the ground.
Realization hit Xavier, and a grin flashed across his face. He gave a grim laugh. “Ahh, I think I get it now! You haven’t told anyone here about who you really are, have you? You’re lying to their faces, pretending that you didn’t come here to assassinate their beloved leader so that you can live on, guilt- and consequence-free. You can’t bring yourself to kill Stirling, but if you told these people the truth, then they’d surely kick you out, and you would have no one.” He shook his head, laughing some more. There was a malicious glint in his eye, like a predator staring down its prey. “Oh, Colt, Colt, Colt… I always knew you were soft, but I never would’ve taken you as a coward.” He clenched his hand into a fist around the switchblade and punched Colt in the stomach, narrowly avoiding stabbing him. At the same time, he let go of his throat.
Colt gasped, crumpling to the ground at Xavier’s feet. He was rendered immobile for a moment, the pain in his stomach unbearable. Gritting his teeth, he stared up at the other mercenary, body trembling with anger. “Just leave now, Xavier. I won’t let you hurt anyone here. You’ll regret this.”
Xavier heaved a sigh, rolling his eyes. He cocked back his leg and kicked Colt in the thigh, ignoring his cries of pain. “You’ve always thought you were hot shit, ever since you were a little kid. And that’s bothered me. You’re a decent merc, sure, but I think you forget just how much experience I have compared to you, runt.” Xavier crouched down, placing his hands on his knees, watching Colt writhe on the ground with a satisfied smile. “I won’t kill you, as much as I want to. Not yet, anyways. I’ll kill Stirling first, so you can see how a real merc does a job. Then, I’ll tell all of your little friends the truth about why you came here, who you really are. And then, when they kick you out, and you’re all by yourself on that freezing-ass mountain… I’ll finally swoop in and end your miserable little life.” He stood up straight, stuffing his hands in his pockets, and gave Colt another swift kick - right to the gut. “You could stop me, y’know. All you’d have to do to save that mafia asshole you have a crush on is to tell him the truth. But you won’t do that - you’re afraid. Too scared of what’ll happen when everyone realizes who you are, what you were gonna do.”
Colt whimpered, falling on his face. He broke into a coughing fit, spitting up blood on the ground. The room was spinning. Xavier sounded muted, far away. His whole body throbbed with pain. “I’ll s-still s-stop you,” he managed to choke out.
Xavier chuckled, stepping back and returning his switchblade to its hilt. “How? In a fight? You’re good, but I outclass you ten times over, kid. Stirling will be dead within the next day, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Now quit looking like a pathetic mess, you’ve got lies to tell. Don’t worry, I didn’t give you any injuries they’ll see.” He yawned, opening the door and stepping out into the hall. “Thanks for the tour, Colt. This place sure is cozy.” With one last smug grin, Xavier was gone.
━━━━━━━ THE BOY WHO FELL INTO THE SKY
HAD NO ONE THERE TO WATCH HIM CRY *:・ﾟ✧*:・ﾟ✧
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