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Post by JENY CHENLEI on Aug 22, 2012 17:03:51 GMT -5
This seemed like an inevitable situation one without possibility but that wasn’t a word in her dictionary, possibility typically liked to stay in its corner until the right time. One only needed to wait and twirl their thumbs and that’s what Jeny was doing.
She watched in pain, seeing him wobble up at the man forced him up. Jeny just stood still her hand clenched up but calmed down, it seemed like Wong had something in mind as he nodded slowly. The man smiled; with little light she could see the gleam from his mouth.
All of a sudden her brother took a good bite into of the gunman’s wrist. The man hollered in pain attempting to wriggle out of boys clenches. And this was her chance; it wasn’t the most graceful tuck roll but she went got her HOOKSWRKIND, it felt great to have something in her hands once more. Jeny then faced the man. Her sword extended out the man’s neck, luckily Wong’s head was down low. The tip, or the hook, clenched into the skin of his neck, fear showed in his eyes and she returned with dull and unforgiving eyes. She jerked her hand before the man could say anything, blood sprayed out, Jeny squinted from all the blood that came out. It was common that the neck could be the final hit area for an enemy to drop down.
The man dropped down, dead; was this craziness over? She looked around; guess is was time to call the cops and an ambulance. She jumped over to the couch to her jacket were her cell phone was nestled in.
It took a few minutes, Jeny then jumped back over to Wong.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She muttered out, cradling him in her arms. |
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Post by WONG CHENLEI on Aug 22, 2012 20:32:23 GMT -5
"S'fine," Wong murmured. "Stop worrying bout' me. C'est ok, c'est ok. Chuis correct." He slurred messily over his syllables, mixing languages and words in a simply execrable manner.
He normally wasn't allowed to speak French, in order to better facilitate his access to English, but he was a little out of it at the moment.
Okay, a lot out of it, that was what shock sort of did to a person. The bullet wound rapidly depriving his body of both blood and warmth was contributing a fair bit to this development. Some independent part of his mind, the one still cold and assessing decreed that he should be putting pressure on the bullet wound. Also, that this was a really bad place to be caught with fingerprints and multiple homicides.
They would be brought in for questioning. His sister would be brought up on manslaughter charges at least. It would be hectic, and inconvenient.
Worse, it would be dangerous. Someone had sent these men here, someone with power and resources-
But Wong couldn't hold on to consciousness any longer. Couldn't warn her of the danger. Slowly he let go and let the darkness claim him.
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Post by JENY CHENLEI on Aug 22, 2012 20:57:36 GMT -5
Crap, he was losing blood making him lose consciousness in return, which ended up making him speak French. Jeny still cradled him in her arms, she couldn’t let the cops know that she killed these people; Jeny fumbled for her phone there was only one person who could help her. Grabbing her jacket once more she tore it to create something to block off the blood circulation.
“Hey, Doctor Schaffer, I’m in deep trouble.” She spoke quickly explaining what happened, resting her brother’s head on her lap, while tying her ripped up jacket. After a quick moment of silence the German man huffed out and muttered he would be there as quickly as possible. Jeny’s heart fluttered quickly, the question was who would beat who first, the cops or Dr. Schaffer and she preferred the latter of the solution.
A knock came at the door making Jeny jump, she gently rested her brother’s head on the floor. An old man was at the door he quickly pushed passed her and towards her brother. He muttered stuff to himself and nodded gently bring Wong up Jeny went to the other side, both scuttled under the weight the question of why having a second floor apartment was smart but it was the only thing open to them and she took it.
Outside a Mercedes-Benz SLS AMG waited, every good German man needs a good German car, even for his old age Dr. Schaffer enjoyed fast cars. They laid Wong on the back seat both rushing to the front.
“He had seemz to lost e lat of blood.” His accent still was pretty rough but working for the underworld he was the best of the best. Jeny had actually met him once when she banged herself up from a mission when her old doctor couldn’t help her, she had him over a few times and almost considered him a grandfather.
The night scene went by quickly, looking back at their home the lights flickered back on; guess that would’ve been the time she would’ve been whisked away to this “Mr. Dallas”. What was this man up to and why did he want her?
They pulled over to the side, seeing cop cars and an ambulance pass by, Jeny kept her head down, feeling the sting of tears coming. She had failed her brother, her put her hands onto her face, her breath shook heavy. Dr. Schaffer looked over at Jeny with sympathetic eyes.
“Tis not your fault young one.” He said quietly. From there they found themselves in a nicer part of Providence, Dr. Schaffer not only worked for Mafia and even assassins but also at a small hospital, he made good money even better than Jeny.
They took her brother into the home once they got through the garage and into a room down in the basement. Dr. Schaffer took his jacket off and looked to Jeny who was gnawing her lip. He looked around the room, medical supplies were everywhere; the gentleman sighed, resting his hands on his waist.
“I have to ask you to leave.” Jeny nodded and went back up stairs. Once up, she found an empty wall and curled down to it, realizing she had a headache, her cheek really hurt, and her stomach was in pain from that punch. Her hand lightly traced her left cheek, yep it was slowly swelling up, and she wasn’t going to be excited to see that tomorrow. But for now, she was only concerned for her brother. |
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Post by WONG CHENLEI on Aug 24, 2012 1:06:54 GMT -5
The first time Wong opened his eyes, he could barely feel anything. It was like he was floating, but still inside his body. He was just... weightless. Perfectly, profoundly weightless. Even his breaths felt insubstantial. He could make out the harsh glare of fluorescent lights, the saline drip feeding into his arm, the smell of hand sanitizer and the subtle iron tang of blood. But they were details, meaningless and trivial.
He thought he might have seen an old man, Caucasian, telling him reassuring nothings that escaped Wong's conscious grasp, words like mere dandelion seeds in the wind.
He fell back asleep.
It seemed like an age before Wong opened his eyes again. This time there was a dull, throbbing pain and he nearly retreated back into sleep before he realized his Sis was in the room. The recognition of this fact would have probably jackknifed him into a sitting position had his system not been pumped full of various stimulating chemical cocktails that had his reflexes shot and turned his muscle coordination spastic even as they deadened the pain and killed the possibility of infection.
"Sis?" he croaked. She looked terrible. Her eye was beginning to purple with a real bruise and there was this layer of heartbreaking tired that he simply could not understand. Not right then, anyway. "Sis, are you al-"
But the effort was too great, and sleep re-claimed him again, merciless in its demands for repayment.
The third time he woke he was nearly clear-headed, or at least clear-headed enough to feel pain. He bit down on his lower lip before clenching his teeth. Discipline. Focus. Dawn was breaking, he turned his head around, where was his Sis...?
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Post by JENY CHENLEI on Aug 24, 2012 2:05:05 GMT -5
Her eyes were dull as they stared out a window, a cup of coffee now cold sat in front of her. The side of her face finally showed the real damage that had happened over the long hours. The pain was numbed out thanks to the meds Dr. Schaffer had given her. It’s been a rough day and Jeny wanted it to be finished; thinking about it, it was the first time her job had came to home. She was careless and it was her fault, Jeny knew she should’ve sensed that someone was there. Jeny rested her head on the table top, it felt cool and nice. She went through the details through her mind once more.
Dr. Schaffer came back up and she was sitting on the wall still, her head inclined back and eyes closed. Suddenly they flickered open and over to him, Dr. Schaffer gave a faint smile and a nod before going pass her and up stairs. She stood up and wobbled a bit, her hand was on the wall for any support it could give her. Jeny then laid a hand on her head her eyes closed, the rush of blood wasn’t fun, these wounds weren’t fun, and well everything now wasn’t fun.
“Hm, you might have a concussion.” The doctor walked up on Jeny who jumped and flinch from the pain; now she knew how her brother felt like.
“No, I’m fine; I just want to see Wong.” She started for the basement door. Dr. Schaffer walked up and next to her his hands behind his back.
“At least let me look at your wounds.” He sighed heavily Jeny replied with a heavy sigh as each made their way down. The punch she received was pretty much at its prime, a very flushed red color, soon it’ll darken out next was her stomach where she had a small bruise. A bright light flashed between both of her eyes, Dr. Schaffer grunted and moved along. A small bottle plopped onto her lap, meds for whatever headaches came from her bruised face Dr. Schaffer mutter but she didn’t really pay attention her eyes laid on her brother who was in a deep slumber.
After a while she dozed off after taking a pill but her head jerked up, her brother twitched and slowly woke up. Her uninjured eye widen in concern, his voice croaked possibly from not drinking anything, she felt her eye sting from holding back any tears her throat closing up. “I’m fine.” She whispered as he slumped back into the dark recess of his mind. This was all her fault; Jeny covered her faces with her hands.
Not long after Dr. Schaffer took her back up stairs were she had an interesting conversation with Mr. Dallas. Dr. Schaffer waved for Jeny’s attention and she slowly looked over, it appeared she needed to get up and her body protested she’ll need another pill.
Slowly walking down stairs she saw her brother was awake now, a smile spread as far as her bruised face would allow. She walked up slowly and took his hand into hers. She felt her stomach tightened seeing her bro like this.
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Post by WONG CHENLEI on Aug 24, 2012 10:31:56 GMT -5
His eyes were still thick and gummy from sleep, his senses alert but strangely incompetent, as if he were working through a layer of winter clothes. Still, when he saw his Sis, he winced, that... for a moment there he had thought maybe it had all been a bad dream. He still hoped that would be the case, it was always possible that they had been attacked by a squad of feral stairs, right?
Even as he came up with the caricaturesque scenario, he sadly let it go. The truth was stark, inescapable. They had been attacked by gunmen, gunmen who had few compunctions against the use of violence and who had invaded their home, possibly taking out an entire electrical grid in order to do so, threatened them,
What had they said?
He couldn't seem to remember. Actually, he couldn't seem to recall any of it, just him dropping the Morales family's hand-cranked flashlight and then diving forward, and then an immense pain and...
It was blank. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to remember what had occurred between the attack and him groggily waking up in this room, there were just flashes of other events. Light, and darkness, heat, and smells. It was the blood he couldn't seem to forget. Gunpowder and blood. How had they chased off the gunmen? Had the police arrived-? How had-?
His sis loomed over him, suddenly there. He wasn't sure if he had fallen asleep or just simply been unaware to the point of near obliviousness.
"Meds?" He croaked, in confusion. Then he realized. "No," he said, shaking his head. "I just... Sis? Those men... what happened?"
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Post by JENY CHENLEI on Aug 24, 2012 11:02:40 GMT -5
Wong seemed to be slowly processing information; she didn’t blame him it takes a while after you’ve been put under anesthesia. Of course now that he was awake Jeny would need to explain what had happened or maybe he knew what had happened but then again he wasn’t there for the whole thing, so maybe she could lie. She started biting her lip in nervousness, a bad habit she had picked up from when she was younger.
For a moment it didn’t seem like he realized she was standing there. Wong rejected her inquiry and moved on to the point: what had happened? She sighed, bringing a hand to the back of her neck and pinched it, relieving any stress from the area.
“Well,” She sighed heavily, “Two of them are going to the hospital and one of them is.” Jeny paused, there was no way around this one, “And one of them is dead.”
Dr. Schaffer entered, he scooted a chair for Jeny and brought a cup of water for Wong, handing to cup to Jeny. She sat down in the chair, cup being held tightly watching the older gentleman leave the room. Before he fully left he turned around and pointed to the water and then to Wong.
“Drink ze water.” After that he left them along. She looked from the entrance back to her brother.
“I didn’t mean for this to happen.” She said almost silently, gripping onto the cup tightly once more. “Um, we’re at Dr. Schaffer’s home, he treated your leg, it’s good news.” Jeny smiled quickly and it disappeared, hoping good news would make the boy feel better. Jeny then took Wong’s hand and put it around the cup. “Drink, it might make you feel better.”[/justify
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Post by WONG CHENLEI on Aug 25, 2012 12:40:02 GMT -5
Dead? What? How?
Wong's eyes had widened, while his mouth made an unattractive, gaping expression as he tried to understand what exactly had happened, tried to recall or reconstruct his memories of the event. An event which had left two grown men in the hospital, and one in the morgue. But they remained frustratingly imprecise, flashes of light and darkness, scraps of smell and figments of color. And that blindingly hot feeling of pain. Mixed into them were the relevant concerns about the consequences of such a catastrophic event. His mind boggled helplessly.
The doctor came in, carrying a tray of water. Wong carefully eyed the water, but then ignored it trying to force his brain to churn out the answers he was looking for. He barely noticed his sister take the cup or the doctor give him an order to drink, content to consider the problem from every possible angle he remembered.
But the answers refused to come.
Shaking his head in silent, willful negation, he looked towards his sister, feeling helpless. Events had spun far out of their control: what would happen to them now?
She seemed remarkably calm, updating him as to where they were. She even apologized, but for what, Wong hadn't the faintest clue.He drank the proffered water obediently. When he had finished, he wiped his lips, only narrowly avoiding yanking the IV straight out of his arm.
"Sis, what are we going to do?" He asked plaintively. "I mean... what's going to happen from now on?"
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Post by JENY CHENLEI on Aug 25, 2012 13:05:11 GMT -5
Jeny watched Wong drink the water, glad that he finished that off. Something seemed to be on his mind, curious to what he would ask, she waited silently, surprisingly she was in work mode, an mind-set that was easy to slip into.
Finally the question came out. She sighed silently, looking down to her hands; she folded and unfolded them in thought.
Once more Jeny sighed, but a little harder, she then rubbed the back of her neck thinking of the answer to give.
“Well, Dr. Schaffer offered us a place to stay.” She started out, “Then I’m going back to the apartment when the police aren’t around and get things.” Thinking about it, the neighbors might say they were kidnapped since they were home and now aren’t there anymore. Ok, this looks a lot more troublesome than it looks now that they are missing or are deemed missing.
“I think we should lay low for the time being as well. That is until you get better and I can get things sorted out with this whole situation.” Jeny looked up at the ceiling, “Because we’re missing people now.” She shut her eyes and slumped in her chair, her stomach flinched from the battle.
“Not only that, but I just want you to get better.” She looked at Wong, her brows up with concern. Of course, now she would have to hunt down Mr. Dallas, but she wouldn’t say that to Wong, he didn’t need to know of the blood war she had been fighting since they had moved to France and that’s a different story for a different time. |
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Post by WONG CHENLEI on Aug 25, 2012 13:34:12 GMT -5
Wong was forced to hold up a hand, asking for a halt to the flow of information.
"Missing people?" He asked, confused. "Sis, what are you say..."
His gaze suddenly switched to the room he found himself in, its stark, sterile surface suddenly not at all what he expected an actual hospital to look like. He was no expert in the subject, but there were a great deal of miscellaneous details, the size of the room, the presence of the windows near the ceiling indicating that they were in the basement that made it seem a little...
Unusual.
"Oh," he said, connecting the various dots together. He blinked, suppressing a scowl as he realized what she had meant by her last apology. They had... come for her? But why? His gaze flickered towards his sister, still so tired, so broken looking. She would probably tell him when she was ready. And in any case, she had raised him since he was an infant. He trusted her. If she didn't see it fit to mention anything to him quite yet, he wasn't going to pry.
At least, not yet.
"I... I see." He told her, nodding. "But what about you sis? Are you going to be alright?"
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Post by JENY CHENLEI on Aug 25, 2012 14:03:44 GMT -5
He brought his hand up and she stopped, maybe she was saying too much in too little of a time span. Wong wasn’t looking at the big picture, since the attack, he had gone to their neighbors for a flash light, they would’ve said he was at least home, Jeny was pretty sure they didn’t see her when she returned from her ‘business trip’. Thinking about it, he would be more of the missing person and not her; ok, Jeny was getting a headache.
Jeny watched as Wong eyed the room, he was now realizing his surroundings and everything was sinking in now. He then was glowering and Jeny held her breath in and whatever was on his he had let it go. She let her breath go and smiled, nodding slowly.
“Yeah, everything’s fine, I’ve just been worried about you.” She looked out the window. “I guess I could right now.” Jeny mumbled in thought, “Probably not with these wounds.” Jeny leaned forward, placing her elbows on her knees her head drooped down a little.
She looked up at Wong, she should’ve taught him some defense, she should’ve known something like this would’ve happen, her eyes narrowed. And this was all her fault but then he wasn’t the kind of person to go off the wall, he feared the worse that he would go off into the deep end. But still he was her responsibility and her, er their, parents would’ve been disappointed. If her old master was here, he would be disappointed; he wanted to see what powers Wong had compared to her. There would’ve been so much disappointment that it made her head spin or was that her wound speaking to her?
“Is there.” She paused for a moment wondering if she should ask. “Anything you want to know?” Maybe this time she would speak more slowly to him, get Wong to know the situation.
“Uh, I know you want to know about missing person?” She brought her head up and paused for a moment. “I know you went to the Morales’ for a flashlight. They were the last people to see you, they haven’t seen me.” Once more she stopped to let everything settle in. “You weren’t in the home when the police came, I brought you here.” Her eyes laid on his face, hoping he got this much of the situation. |
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Post by WONG CHENLEI on Aug 25, 2012 18:38:58 GMT -5
Wong nodded slowly. He had pieced together that much. He had further guessed that his sister hadn't exactly been playing with her card head down on the table, knowing a backalley doc - or a basement one - had to make her part of a a pretty select clientele. He didn't want to guess at what she really did for a living, clearly what she had told him - and told the government on her tax forms - was a cover story.
But he didn't want her to simply guilt-trip her into revealing her side of the story, that had been one of his many resolutions, why he had, in fact, not asked a question any more elaborate than 'are you alright?'
He grabbed her hand, trying to give it a reassuring squeeze. "Sis, I'm fine. Just tell me what you are comfortable with telling me." He looked into her eyes. "I trust you."
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Post by JENY CHENLEI on Aug 26, 2012 15:23:21 GMT -5
Ok, so he’s was grasping on which was good on her part, now it was just starting from the beginning. Well, maybe not that far, but from when this whole crazy mess happened, like a long time ago or so it felt.
“Hm, where do I start?” She felt his bigger hand grasp hers and squeezed with was comforting, “Our parents died in that freak accident and then after a few years we’ve moved to France.” Jeny’s eyes flickered up in thought, “Somehow deep inside I knew the inheritance that we’ve received wouldn’t last us long, so I tried finding a job, but then again who wants to hire a young girl who’s carrying around her baby brother.” Jeny chuckled and squeezed his hand, her thumb messaging the top of his hand.
“Well, a man took me under his wing. And this seemed to be around the time you were starting to get more attached to me; you always hated it when I would leave you alone.” A soft sigh left her lips, “He told me the job I was taking was horrible and no young girl should take it on, but I wanted to prove him wrong, nothing is impossible when you put your mind to it. And he gave me his only inheritance, his strife specibus and he left me with names of people I should know. ” Her eyes seemed distant as if remembering the first time this man had taught her how to become an assassin and the life she had lived ever since then.
“I never knew how to tell you about this job. I wanted you to come into it but.” She sucked in her breath, “It just doesn’t seem right. I think you should live a normal life as I try to support you the best I can from behind.” Jeny shrugged. “Not only that but I just can’t see you going out around the world on wild goose chases either.” She shook her head.
“I guess this person who has sent the men, I guess he wanted my attention for some end of the world, 2012 kind of thing. I haven’t quiet guessed, but I feel he might want my skills that I’ve possess.” Jeny shrugged, “I would hate to tell you what this job truly is. You might not be able to see me the same way afterwards.”
Jeny looked up to a clock in the room and sighed. “Now that I know you’re safe, get better. Just sleep for now, ok.” She slowly stood up and stretched. “I need sleep, too.” She smirked tiredly while rubbing the back of her head. “I’ll check up on you tomorrow.”
Jeny slowly stepped away from his bed side and moved for the stairs walking up two steps at a time. Dr. Schaffer looked at her and she back to him, giving a swift nod and moved to a room provided for her. From there she fell asleep, letting it take her over. |
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