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Tweak says, "Dammit, Janet, I love you!"

Shane Marion (wolfishane) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2009-12-05 14:22:00

Entry tags:

big bad wolf, willful child

Who: Shane and Piper, followed by a coterie
What: The Indiana Jones Boulder of Plot--in which there will be hunting, stabbing, psychics, and blood.
Where: Out and about in New York
When: Tonight
Warnings: Expect blood, swearing, and death.

It had been an informant who'd told Shane about the family's moves to tighten their grip on Boyd. He'd gone home and written her that note immediately after, slipping it under her door with its jagged lettering and frantic text calculated to be as disturbing as possible. He hoped it would get her attention, and startle her into pulling away from her duplicitous family.

It wasn't enough.

He'd been planning on going after Tommy later in the week, since the timing would be better, but he decided to move his plans forward. He told himself it was more convenient this way, that waiting wouldn't really make much of a difference. He told himself this even as he pushed back thoughts of tearing Tommy apart with his bare hands. No. It wasn't going to happen that way, not with this one. Maybe he'd move a little quicker than he expected, but he was going to do it right.

He headed out of Bellum with his hands in the pockets of his coat, walking toward the Giancoma headquarters. Tommy would be getting out of work in half an hour, and by then, it would be dark. When he left, he'd follow him, and when they got into some quiet alley, he'd be ready with the gun in his pocket. Simple. Tommy was sure to be armed, but it would be an easy thing to come up behind him in the dark. He'd die without ever knowing what had happened. This was one body he planned to leave for the police to find. He wanted the Giancomas to know someone was coming after them again.

He was so intent on his goal, so distracted by the sheer effort it took to keep his thoughts focused on it and nothing else, that he wasn't nearly as careful as usual, neglecting to make sure no one was following him.

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pied
2009-12-06 04:04 am UTC (link)

Piper had just about given up the search when Shane crossed his path again. He'd been circling and getting nowhere, and he took Shane's reappearance as some sort of sign. He crouched behind a dumpster as Shane started down the alley he was hiding in, and he waited. His intention was to follow Shane once Shane passed, but that didn't quite work out as intended.

The moment he realized there was someone else in the alley, Piper knew he was in trouble. He swallowed back a groan as Daniel's voice in his head chastised him for getting into something he couldn't handle, and he shoved it away. Daniel was not to become his subconscious voice.

His head jerked up when he heard the flurry of movement, and he saw the glint of the knife in the moonlight. Oh, Shit. His breathing came faster, and he started to panic. He had no experience with anything violent, and he cowered back against the alley wall, praying that Shane could handle this guy himself.

It wasn't clear to Piper who had started what, but he knew Shane had come up behind the other man, cut him off, and that made him nervous. He already knew Shane had killed someone, but as the sickening sound Shane made as the knife made contact with his skin reached him, all of that flew out of his mind.

He moved forward quickly, silently, and he pulled the flute out from his back pocket with utter and complete quiet - or so he thought. He could see the blood seeping through Shane's shirt as he walked up behind the other man, and he lifted the flute to his lips.

Before the instrument even neared his face, the man turned and knocked it from Piper's hands. He cursed loudly, and he almost managed to dodge the knife the man was wielding. A bright stain of crimson welled up from shoulder to hip as the fabric of his shirt was cut, and his instinct was to run.

But one look at Shane let him know that was not an option. The man swung the knife at him again, and it connected with Piper's arm. He hissed, and he shoved at the man, shoved him hard. His goal had been to get him away, just that, just so he could grab his flute. The man fell to the ground, and Piper dashed forward to crouch beside Shane, pressing fingers to the bleeding wound on Shane's stomach, his hands becoming as sticky damp as his arm and his torso.

The man's sickening scream as he landed on the concrete made him stop, fingers freezing, afraid to look over his shoulder.

	ex_auguries536 2009-12-06 05:20 am UTC (link)
	Shiloh and Aaron were on their way back from going out for coffee, and Shiloh was smiling over at Aaron. It had been a bad first day of school, yes, but that had smoothed over. And Shiloh was already working through ideas in his mind to get Aaron tutored at home, where he felt safe. The night was cool, and he shoved his hands further into his pocket. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	backoff 2009-12-06 06:45 am UTC (link)
	Aaron gave Shiloh a rather blank look, but again did not reply. He drifted back, inexplicably, to Piper, where he walked next to him. Every time Piper looked back at the alley, Aaron would pause and wait for him to start walking again. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	wolfishane 2009-12-06 06:51 am UTC (link)
	Focusing on something outside of putting one foot in front of the other and keeping his hands out of sight and close to his chest was a real effort. So much time passed between the question and the answer that it seemed like he didn't intended on responding. "601," he said, at last gritting his teeth as he almost tripped over an uneven piece of pavement. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ex_auguries536 2009-12-06 07:23 am UTC (link)
	Shiloh didn't lead Shane to the elevator or the stairs, he led him to 104, and he tugged on Piper's sleeve, pulling him to a stop. "What apartment is he in?" he asked, motioning to Piper, nodding toward the doorknob, so that Aaron could open it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)