CHAPTER I: SCENE - THE BOHEMIANS

Stormclouds elicit a rumble upon the ground beneath where bright neon lights gleam over a distance. The shrubs and trees in neat symmetrical order on the sidewalks, casting shadows that stood tall along the surface with the silhouettes of men passing by. The scent of alcohol and the reek scent of smokeclouds, evident as it wafted from the alleyways of the area. One Building stood the highest among the other ones with the imposing signage that reads "The Father's Brothel"...

The wind courses in a hush sound, The leaves dancing in a gentle frolicking sway. sounds of rustles are heard accompanied by the pitter-patter of the first raindrops cascading, hitting and drenching the busy highways. The earthy musk of the ground resurfacing accompanied by a loud BANG!!...

"There Goes the last silencer bullet"... A heavily rich and thick accent follows, revealing a man, probably in his forty's has his large calloused hands gripping on the metallic handle of his revolver, the click and the sound of the emptied shell of the bullet echoing on the bloody floor, as his gray piercing gaze locked on mine. Staring in horrified shock of what had transpired in mere miliseconds which have caused his eyes to go narrow as blood vessels pop on his temples. "Остановитесь прямо здесь. You move and I will plant a bullet in your skull"... His voice booms through the corridor. The anticipation of what a single blunder will cause is palpably conceived. "Turn around and put your hands in the air. хочу повторяться."... He growls as he eyed me intensely. The atmosphere crushing me like a pancake.

I jerked in horrified shock as I spun around and raised my hands automatically. My eyes teary and my body shaky as the pressure continued to consume me whole, his footsteps echoing with the sound of his shoes getting louder and louder. "Please don't hurt me..." I spoke with a trembling voice, it's been ages since someone shouted at me like this. He then suddenly swung his elbow into me as the force directed on my back which sent me on my stomach crashing down on the surface floor, the carpet releasing the puff clouds of dust that have accumulated over a very long time, and the next thing I knew is I am being pinned by the man's weight. I can feel his thighs forcing me to stay in one place, making me whine in pain.…

At this rate, I might just end up dead in the cadaver holding room in one of the hospitals within this crime-filled city! I knew this was a bad idea! I thought to myself as I bear the excruciating pain. Furthermore, I took this vacation to spend my free time with my mother. However, my stubborn head always have beckoned me to act on a little investigation to find out more about this city. Setting all matters aside, this guy is about 98 kilograms—something my body cannot hold for any longer. I have to let out a few strokes of tears, a testament to the way my spines stretched and contracted as if it's holding on for dear life. "Can you speak Russian?" The man's voice vibrated which made my body tingle a bit as I forcefully yank my head, side-to-side. "Answer me truthfully, are you somewhat affiliated with. . . A Denverich?" He spoke as he held me by the chin, pulling me up against my back which makes my spine about to snap. I could hardly contain a yelp as I bit my tongue, my mind swirling with stars that I could barely process any thought or response. "Y-Yeah" I choke on my words, there is no point of lying when your own life was on the line. Lucky for me, he immediately let go and stood up when he heard that answer. I scrambled on my feet clumsily as I stood up, patting the dusts off of my clothes as I wince at the lingering pain in the aftermath of that unpleasant greeting. "You are going to tell me where he lives, and I will set you free" He spoke with a softer tone this time as he reached in his pocket, pulling out an old-fashioned tobacco. While he was busy, entrapping one end of the stick between his teeth as he brought the lighter close to the other end. I examined him quietly while I have the time to do so when he was igniting it. He is extremely tall, probably seven feet, fixed black hair, a typical outfit men would wear during business meetings. If only my suspicions are correct, he might be non-other than my step-father's worst enemy. "So you are a Bohemian?" I spoke, loosening my facial expression to not raise a tension. Those eyes locked on me again as if I was a prey, ready to be lunged at by him if I ever attempt to do something stupid. "That answer is highly irrelevant to the question asked, but I'll let it pass by. To confirm your suspicions, I am Indeed" He spoke again with that soft tone, It felt like having half of my initial fear crumble down to the point that it starts to put me back into the state of sanity when earlier, I was on the verge of losing it.

I need to be wary, perhaps consider my next response. This man is dangerous, I also cannot risk exposing the location since it would also put my mother in a dire situation. My heartbeat escalated, and the man immediately saw through it as he let out a sigh of exasperation. "So you really won't tell me, huh" He spoke as smoke exited his mouth. With a snap of his fingers, the next thing I knew was I got hit by somebody behind, losing consciousness as I fell back on the floor. Meanwhile, the man who did it was none other than "Bullet". . .

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