Survival With An Assassin (#3)

Believe it or not, this might be a long chapter! Maybe a few hundreds longer than before but it'll do, I suppose.

Recently we've had a few... Certain bumps along the way.

The narrator referred to the countless times that the protagonist nearly gets killed all in just a few chapters. However, to Preacher it's absolutely worth it to avoid going through puberty. The nauseating transportation, -even though it had only happened once-, the explosion, the strangling, -however he's not done yet with this situation-, so the only way to get through this chaotic experience is to finish off this scene sip he could suffer somewhere else.

As Preacher sat there on the sleeping bag, he couldn't help but think about Connie's pills, not only that he would rather use it to end his life naturally when everything is over, and he's not being force to do this nonsense because of a restart button to his own life.

That's a bit of rambling-... ah whatever...

Ahem, but he couldn't help thinking that she looks so much younger. Specifically, 20 to be exact, she can't be hurting herself at a young age. Then again he's in his twenties himself, he rather ended all with a suicide honestly.

The man pondered for quite sometime, he flinched when a dagger was thrown near him. It appears to be that Connie caught him staring at her. “Instead of staring- talking would be more sufficient.” she glared, growling lowly. Honestly, the protagonist never thought he'd ever meet someone so much like an aggressive chihuahua.

However, the pale man scoffed, “Jesus... okay- what's the deal with you? You're looking like ya want me kicked out...” he rolled his digitally lined eyes.

“In the morning I will. My deal is that my reputation of being a 'successful, never miss a target assassin' isn't working out, jerk wad...” She lean against the wall as she hug one leg on the stool. The blonde seemed ticked at the same time quite depressed, -or maybe it's the eyeliner. He shook that thought and look back at her again, “look I may not know much about ya, or am I good at being sentiment, but no one in this world-, or any world is... you know, perfect. People are bound to screw up.” The pale man scratched his white locks sheepishly, not realizing his cheeks have a small tint of red.

She looked at him, up and down and scoffed looking away, “what do you know about screwing up? You must be an expert...”

“Actually I am, no stranger of screwing up here.” he waved a hand.

Connie rolled her eyes at that, decided to ignore him and just look at the only entrance of her hideout. Preacher's digital brows narrowed, “well I wasn't taking pills to screw my life over,”

He wished he could take back on what he said, because she's not happy- in fact she's never happy with him so far. She went and grabbed his shirt collar and gripped it tight, “how did you know? Who told you-?” she growled.

Don't. Just, please don't Rat me out, this woman is scaring me...

'Coward' he thought to himself, but suppose ratting him out could possibly help him out in the situation, “It's my Narrator,” he stated with a hum.

You little-

“He has files about ya and junk... but you don't believe me don't ya?” he taunted. Connie growled and gripped his shirt tighter, almost ripping it.

I'm dead... you're dead... oh good heavens save me...

Preacher ignored it because he's far more worried about what she's going to do now. “Get. Out.” she growled lowly.

...pardon?

“What?”

“I SAID GET OUT-!! DON'T MAKE ME KICK YOU OUT-!!!” She shoved him near the entrance. Her voice was a bit cracked, but she stood her ground with a glare.

“What did I say-?!”

“GET OUT-!!!!” She screamed, grabbing her dagger and charged at him, the man quickly scramble up to his feet and run out of her hide out and closed the door. His hand was nearly stabbed through the door.

He sighed, 'jeez lady...' he thought quietly. Preacher then went off with his hands in his jeans pockets.

... don't worry, there's plenty of fish in the sea, Preacher.

“Shut up, Gray. I don't even like her anyway, just… Not my taste.” He shrugged his shoulders as he continued walking, even though he has no idea where he is at the moment. He took a moment to look at his surroundings, hoping there would be a sign on where he is but apparently not. It's too dark to see way too dark...

Strange... even I couldn't see a thing...

The protagonist merely hum in thought. “Weird... can't see a thing in here either...” he tapped his visor. He continued to walk, but he then bumped into someone, “the heck-?”

Oh no... this moment is... not to your liking...

Before he could reply, Preacher was struggling already after being sacked. By sacked, as in his head in a sack at the moment, and he's mouth is muffled with a chloroform tainted cloth.

At least, it's following one of the scripts he intended but with one flaw...

Connie was supposed to be with- Oh, to Hell with it-!

With a grunt, he crumpled up the scripts that really aren't following up to what they're supposed to be stating, his immense. His narrating job isn't really going easy even by playing by the rules. By rules, he meant the supposed scripts and such knowing fairly well that life isn't as far as anyone thinks. Lots and lots of trials and obstacles and dear lord, the choices...

“'This is simple…' She says... this isn't simple...” He mumbled. The narrator sat there and think how can he help the man from being possibly murdered after being kidnapped.

Narrow quickly switch to different scenes of the current area, until he crossed upon Connie's hide out. He could... but if he were to interfere with this character, he might get fired. Then again... he'd be fired either way for getting the protagonist killed early on. He sighed, with a flick of the wrist, a holographic keyboard appeared in front of him.

I hope this works...

With that being said, He began typing. Narrow lean his face near the microphone and spoke:

As I am quite busy at the moment... Let's see if Preacher is still alive... please tell me he's still alive and well. I'll get fired if he isn't...

Meanwhile...

From the words of the narrator, who appears to be panicking as he is typing. Preacher was slowly regaining consciousness to reality, his visor powering up to gain his sight, yet what is there to see if all you see is darkness in this dim lit area, or at least... is lit to where Preacher is... He could hear chains when he moved. Probably because the chains are wrapped around him to a pillar, his hands are cuffed tight. He struggled with a grunt, can't believe this is how he-, at least assumed, would die...

“I wouldn't move a muscle there, honey bunches...”

A hoarse monotone voice had spoken, the sound of chains was heard within the darkness. A figure, a person at least but the man couldn't make out any distinctive features... The figure step forward into the dim light, now he can see his looks.

Honestly... to Preacher, he had worse... the man in front of him, who is holding some spare chains, as if those are any use except for somethings like keeping place a prisoner, Preacher being the example of course-, the more obvious is features is the bright sharp set of teeth. It's almost like he had bear traps instead of replacement teeth, other than those, his kidnapper looked like if he were to be a mafia boss minus the accent, fedora and such. The pale man still struggled anyway.

This kidnapper tutted, “do you have bolts for ears too boy?” The man is clearly not amused as he flicked Preacher's ear in results making him grunt in annoyance. “Other than shooting you with my laser eyes, sure? Why not?” The pale man threatened in a sarcastic matter.

As if in hopes that he would believe it, the chuckle and the slamming of his fist against the pillar near Preacher's head. He froze in place as the kidnapper lean forward, “you're a wiseguy aren't ya? Let me tell ya this, sweetheart... wise guys aren't welcome in Vansinne City... I'm surprised no one tried to tear that piece of money making tech off an easy target.” He darkly chuckled, he moved his fist away and flick the protagonist's nose mockingly.

Preacher merely grunt audibly as he glanced away, “is that what you want, then take em, as if anyone's waiting for me...” that statement had earned him a hard punch to the face. He groaned in pain, hissing at the sting. “Ya don't have to tell me twice-”

“Enough, Jaws.”

Another voice called out as the kidnapper, named Jaws, perked and backed away from Preacher with a growl. Which brings the other kidnapper, apparently a whole gang of them. Though, it doesn't take long to notice the leader and to Preacher's disbelief.

He wasn't expecting a kid being here.

The said kid, was on the shoulders of another member as he ordered the grown man to put him down. Which he did so please, the boy approached to Preacher, this kid looks more of a mafia boss, fedora, accent and anything this protagonist has seen in the movies. The man assumed this must be the leader, at least he thinks it is that's all.

“You. Half metal man.” The kid called out to grab the attention of the protagonist. “Name.” he demanded with a glare, Preacher couldn't help but felt a chill at his spine. Like a feeling of death was already here and ready to take his life away if he doesn't answer.

“Pr-Preacher.”

“You a priest? Why's your name Preacher? What's the meaning?” He fired bullets of questions towards the protagonist.

The man blinked and tried to answer, “uh...” he trailed off instead.

“Never mind, don't answer.” the supposed leader silence him, with the amount of people around, taller and possibly stronger than him. It's best to be quiet.

The silence took about a few minutes until the boy spoke up once again. “My name is Williams. I'm the leader of Telaraña. You bump into one of my family and no one bumps into my family without being punished...” the child growled, getting closer. Preacher can see the child's face more clearly. Seeing, the bright red eyes, the left eye having a scar from a tragic tale. Not quite important or something to discuss at the moment.

Williams stared down at the man, the child looked about 10 or 12 to Preacher at least, though, this intimidating child isn't lying about being leader. The scar looked real and one wrong move, this kid could play with him like a rag doll.

“Kid-”

“Williams.” the child corrected sternly.

Preacher resists the urge to give him an eye roll. For the sake of his life of course, he wouldn't take a kid seriously, except for this intended moment.

“Williams- sure- What do you want from me? Do you want money-? My arms? I can always get new ones-”

“No. Who you think I am? Some sort of bad guy?” He chuckled and started laughing. Soon the other members of this child's gang laughed along, Preacher began to feel uneasy. When the child stopped, and the others don't. Williams isn't pleased. The child glance at them all with a death glare and everyone went silent except for the one named Jaws apparently. Seems like he didn't notice.

The leader of Telaraña tutted in disappointment as he stomped his foot on the ground and cracks formed from where he stomped. The protagonist looked shocked as well as scared. 'I can see why they don't mess with this kid...' he thought silently. However, his powers are just like that assassin.

Jaws instantly froze with his mouth shut. “Jaws...” the boy merely spoke of his name and the man went hiding behind one of the members, except they push him forward to face the boss. “You think- I tolerate with your crap right now? Do you want me to look unprofessional-?!” The child's voice raises as the man cowered down onto his knees.

'Unprofessional.' The word echoed in Preacher's head, clearly not paying attention to what's going on but that's what Connie's going on about professionalism.

“Kid-” Preacher spoke up now looking at what's going on, but he froze at the sight of Jaws on the ground and the child sitting on his back with one leg over the other, glaring at the victim right now.

He swallowed his composure and sighed. “Williams... listen, whatever you want. I... can give it to ya, but all I want is... my freedom and for ya to hear what I have to say- so no one gets hurt-” He jumped because as he was talking, the child seemed to be gotten closer with a gun to his head. Apparently, it's NOT a fake gun. “You give me your technology... that visor- what does it do?” He asked and he isn't planning to repeat.

“It... helps me see-?” He half lied but the kid isn't that dim headed to fall for it. “What else it does-? You've got one minute...”

“Listen- kid- that's all-”

“DON'T. CALL ME A KID-!!! MAKE THAT 30 SECONDS-!!!” The boy yelled.

The boy is seriously getting agitated and aggressive. Preacher rather not answer the question as he quickly tried to come up with a lie that hopefully won't get him killed. Thankfully, someone finally came to his aid.

Say, to look up in the sky.

The man didn't stammer since those are what he heard, “to look up at the sky-!” he quickly say. Williams looked confused at first, then he frowned. “Is this some sort of game to you... too bad... I don't play games-”

Then loud banging ensues from above, along with grunts of pain, screaming and gunshots. That was enough to have the leader of Telaraña concern and went to investigate or assist with the rest of his members. Except Jaws who seem to be dead apparently after what Williams did to him.

Who could that be? Well, I'm sure you readers behind that screen know already who's coming to his rescue, he's such a lover boy for this girl.

“Are you seriously talking about this now-?” Preacher stated as he glared at the ceiling after the child left. “What took you so long anyway-?! I could've died, damn it-!”

I'll explain everything once this was over... It's still a nuisance to see you again...

“Still a pain in the *** as usual, huh, Gray?”

Shut up, you pale parasite.

“Whatever, just lead me out of here already...”

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