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The Daughters of Miss Violet Parr
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Violet Parr
Violet Parr

Feb-25-2009 03:59

Leopold Parr walked as fast as he possibly could in and around Victoria Station. The young officer had anticipated the arrival of his younger sister with great trepidation. He finally saw her waiting for him in a mauve overcoat and a large purple hat through the window of one of the station’s waiting rooms.

When Miss Violet Parr got up and walked out of the waiting room, Leopold’s walk turned into a sprint as he finally reached Violet and hugged her tightly in a collision of joy.

Violet pushed hard against his force not to fall on her back. She kissed him on the cheek and whispered. “Really Leopold, this show of affection can do with some self-restraint!”

“Two years in France…” Leopold replied, “…haven’t changed you a bit!”

“I know better than to let the French freely mold me to their pleasing!” Violet Parr huffed in a mock of indignation. Then she turned her gaze to a young girl standing next to her looking curiously and cautiously at Leopold. “…but I am afraid I can’t say the same about young Isabella.”

Leopold looked at his young niece in utter astonishment: Isabella was a pretty little thing with curiously mixed features. At such a young age, her skin looked like a yellowish tanned shade of ivory. She had long light brown hair, hazel eyes and a serious look of disapproval on her face.


Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-8-2009 17:23

The chump carrying the child laid it down carefully on the deck. It appeared to be a little girl. Apparently she was still awake, her mouth being covered with a gag and her hands tied up in the front. Bane moved a little on a side to see her face in the pier’s lamp. His eyes widened in astonishment as he finally got a glimpse at her face: “What the freaking hell?!? VICTORIA?!?”

Again he had to gut in his voice in order not to say that out loud.

The man with spectacles reached down to her and lifted her chin. He seemed to be agitated about something. With a short and violent move he removed her gag to see her full face.

“Damn it!” he barked, lifting his eyes towards the ‘boss’ and the other chump. “You fools! You picked the wrong one!”

“Wha’ do yo’ mean, boss!?! We took th’ one from th’ bed yo’ said!”

“It’s the wrong one, you stupid English wanker! We want the sister, not this one!”

The now obviously ‘little boss’ started to scratch the back of his head. “So’…w’at d’ we do’ now’?”

“Go back and grab the one we want!”



At that point the most unexpected thing happened…well…at least for Joey: Victoria turned her eyes towards the old house and spoke. One word came out of her mouth: “Father…”

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-8-2009 17:24

At that, Bane turned his look also onto the old manor noticing…”CLIFT?!?” Unfortunately Joey was not the only one who saw him. The kidnappers also did.

Clift was running towards the ferry, holding a gun in his hand. He was followed closely by another man who seemed to Bane to be the one accompanying the police inspector earlier that day. Some other shadows seemed to be moving behind them, but Joey couldn’t distinguish any more of them clearly. Reaching a good distance for a shot, Clift raised his gun.

“NO!” shouted the man behind him. “You might hit the girl! Too dangerous!”

The kidnappers took out their guns and started shooting. The man behind Clift jumped on his back forcing him to lay down and out of the gunfire. The nun took out a Tommy Gun and fired a few bursts.

“HIT IT, BOY!” shouted the man with spectacles towards Bane.

Joey started the engine and took off. The kidnappers’ continuous gunfire was keeping the followers behind. After a couple of minutes the boat got at top speed and upon reaching a portion of the river where the ferry couldn’t be followed on foot, they finally lost their trail. Bane drove ahead, wondering when they’ll notice Jeff’s disappearance.

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-8-2009 17:26

*about 20 minutes later…*

“Ok, stop here” said the spectacles man to Bane.

“Where? There’s no pier?”

The man pointed to a large gate on the wall of yet another old house, this one reaching right into the river’s stream. “In there.” He smiled somehow devilishly. “Our own private pier. We’ll lose the boat from anyone’s sight that way. We move on land from now on.”

Bane pulled the boat inside. As the gate was closing behind him, he took a look around. They were in a room built on the water especially for the purpose of hosting a small boat like the one they were on. A small pier made of stone was leading up to a door.

‘Spectacles man’ and the ‘nun’…now in a different outfit, of course, made their way up to the door and unlocked it. “Give me a couple of minutes to make sure the house’s clear, than bring her up” said him towards ‘little boss’ and the other goon and then disappeared inside along with his female companion.

The two remained on the boat, checking the ties on Victoria’s hands and getting her ready to be carried. Suddenly ‘little boss’ started looking around.

“Wha’…whe’e th’e hell is Jeff?” He turned towards Joey.

“Don’t know” replied Bane. “Maybe he got left at the manor…things got a little crazy back there.”

At this point Bane received clear proof that his bad luck wasn’t gone: with a screechy sound, Jeff’s corpse started to slither from the back of the large crate and ended up with a sturdy bump right at his feet.

“Yo’ lousy bastard!” ‘little boss’ said reaching for his gun. The other chump also took out his pistol.

For the second time that night Bane knew he had to take decisive action, or else…

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-8-2009 17:27

[Author’s note:

Please don’t jump on the rescue right away. I have to handle this small part alone in order to get to the point I’m aiming for. My next post will clear everything out.]

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Mar-9-2009 11:35

*Central London - about 21:30hr*

Zeo finally found the Comedy Store, with Leopold and Clift in the dinner theatre. They were both having a good time listening to British jokes which Zeo didn't find amusing as all. He considered Garrett a truly an international detective for understanding foreign humour.

Joseph told Leopold about coming across Bergen and the lady he now knew as Stinger. Clift offered to help. They all got on Leopold's car and headed for the small hotel in the Fulham district.

When they arrived, Gregory wasn't there anymore. "Strange," Zeo remarked, "Gregory never leaves his post. No matter what happens, he always waited for me." They searched the hotel and found nothing. They decided to check the alleys.

They went around to the back, checked to make sure their weapons were ready for any surprises. There were quite a bit of junk and searching through them took over an hour. Just as the two Americans were about to give up, Leopold shouted for them. Clift and Joseph ran towards where Leopold was, and saw him picking apart some old plywood. Buried beneath it, was a body. Blood was oozing out and formed a little creek.

"No, no, no, no...." Joseph shoved the boards away, disregarding the splinters piercing his fingers. He finally saw Gregory's vacant eyes, staring emptily into the dark night sky above. His throat was slit open from ear to ear. Joseph held onto Gregory's body, speechless.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Mar-9-2009 11:36

Leopold went into the hotel to call for back up. When he returned to the back alley, he saw Joseph sitting idly beside his dead partner’s body, while Clift was examining the ground with a flashlight.

“Detective Garrett, your resourcefulness never cease to surprise me.” Leopold remarked, “Did you always carry your tool box around with you?”

“Look!” Clift said, pointing his small flashlight on some blood writing on the ground, “Looks like Gregory wrote down a clue before he took his last breath… I think it reads ‘Cannon’...”

Backup finally arrived. Leopold had to stay around for further investigation of the murder of Gregory Morgan. Zeo picked himself up and began to walk away briskly. “Where’re you going?” Clift asked, chasing after Zeo.

“It’s already past eleven pm. What ever job Bergen was doing, it would be over soon, if not already.” Zeo analyzed coldly. “I’m not letting him get away with it.”

Leopold offered his vehicle to Clift. “You know how to drive on the LEFT side of the street, right?” Clift nodded and took the keys.

Makensie Brewer
Makensie Brewer
Super Steeper

Mar-9-2009 13:19

Meanwhile, back at Violet's apartment, as Violet's daughters, and Makensie's son,Cody, all play together, they take this opportunity to chit chat over some tea.

"I am so glad you could make it, Makensie. It's been so long since we've spent time together and talked", Violet said, pouring them some tea.

Makensie smiled, and said, "Yes, it has Violet. I'm pleased to be here, and I am so glad our children get along so wonderfully"

Cody comes running in, with the twins running after him, as they all squeel in laughter, and run back out of room.

Violet chuckles, and said, "They are quite the wild ones. They must get that from their father"

"Cody might get some of that from his mother", she said.

Violet looks at Makensie with a mock surprise, and says, "No, you are kidding, right?"

They chuckle, as she places Makensie's tea in front of her, and sits down.

Makensie grew serious, as she said, "Violet, you know you haven't heard the end of it from Clift,about not telling him he has two daughters,and not just one"

"Oh I know, Mak, and maybe I shouldn't have done that, but, everything inside me was telling me it was the right decision. He will just have to understand", she said, adamently.

Makensie nods, and chooses to stay quiet, but thinks to herself, 'Clift is a stubborn man,Hope he can understand"

She takes a sip of her tea, as they continue talking of their children, clothes,shopping...all what women talk about.

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-9-2009 16:51

*back at the house with a dock...leaping ahead in time again*

For a moment there, Joey’s senses turned everything around him into slow motion. The two men had already drawn out their weapons and were taking aim. The ‘little boss’ moved quickly behind Victoria and picked her up, using her as a shield. The other chump stepped towards Bane, ready to take a shot.

With a swift move Joey reached for his holster, pulled out his Colt and aimed it at the goon. He squeezed the trigger and…

“Ooohhhh sh*t!!!” exclaimed him as he faced the painful truth: the gun was stuck!

A strong burn onto his right shoulder brought everything back again in high speed. In an attempt of removing himself out of the line of fire, Bane jumped back and behind the large crate. He had to cover his eyes with his hand as two more bullets stroke the wooden box, scattering splinters all around.

The shooting stopped. Bane checked his wound and found out it was just a scratch. Looking around trough the cabin for something to defend himself with, his eyes landed upon the shotgun he had hid earlier that night. It was unfortunately about half a meter out of his reach. He stretched his hand to try and grab it anyway, but one more shot made him draw back into his hiding spot.

He couldn’t see now his attackers. The shadows also were not helping him this time. He didn’t move and calmed his breath, trying to listen to the sounds and thus to understand their movements. The screeching of the wooden deck made him aware someone was approaching slowly. He figured it must be the chump, since ‘little boss’ had cowardly chosen to hide himself behind the innocent child. He realized the only way he could survive a frontal confrontation with the goon would be…plain luck.

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-9-2009 16:52

He stood there listening and trying to think fast. His eyes sparkled and a short shade of a smile glanced over his mouth. He waited until the man reached a position in front of the crate, and then strongly pushed it from the behind. Startled, the chump dropped his pistol and tried to struggle with it, but in the end its weight was too much for him. A strong moan of pain came out of his mouth as the box was crashing his feet and waist.

As the crate was falling down, Bane used it as a cover, managing to switch his position inside the cabin onto the opposite side, grabbing the shotgun on his way. He jumped over the man’s torso, now sticking out from under the box and glued himself onto the wall right near the entrance opening.

The moment he attempted to take a look outside, ‘little boss’ opened fire again. His shots were aimless, and thus one of them managed to turn into a stray, hitting the chump under the box straight in the head, finally putting him out of his misery.

“Com’ out, American! Yo’ RAT! Com’ out yo’ bastard, or I’mma gonna waste th’ gal, yo’ hea’ me!?!”

Bane was now facing a moral dilemma. If he would try to take a shot, no matter if his aim was high or low, the shotgun’s splints would hit Victoria for sure. Yet lowering his gun and stepping outside would be nothing but pure suicide. It was all clear: him or the little child. If he was to die, they probably would still keep her alive in the hope of finding her also a customer.

Bane spent a good bunch of seconds considering his situation…thinking if he actually wanted to save the girl, or only his own skin, as always. He thought about Violet…she was no more than a beautiful dame. He thought then about her as a mother. Again…no feelings whatsoever. He finally thought of Victoria…

“Wha’tcyo’ waitin’ fo’, American?”

The ‘little boss’ was getting anxious. Bane heard him as he armed his gun again. He had to make his move now, whatever it would be...

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-9-2009 16:54

At this point Bane decided to finally cross the final line in his road to perdition: he decided to take the shot…

He squeezed his lips, straightened his body, got a good grip on the weapon handle and armed it. Just as he was ready to jump out bursting, he heard the house door open.

“What the hell is happening here?” It was ‘spectacles man’s voice.

“Th’ American! He’s killed Jeff AND Donovan!”

“Damn stupid English apes! Just kill him and be done with it! We’re waiting in the car. Bring the girl. I think we have a client for her too.”

“Alrigh’ Bergen!”

“DAMN! I told you NOT to spell my name…EVER! You fool! Now she has heard it too! Damn…this is getting too risky...”

He took a short break, apparently thinking and then concluded into a cold voice:

“Kill them both. Get out of here after that…we’ll meet up later. We still need to snatch the other one. Find some better chumps this time.”

With this he left slamming the door behind him.

Bane couldn’t see the ‘little boss’s grin, but he could actually feel it in his voice.

“Yo’ hea’d that, RAT? Well no’…I think I’m gonna sta’t wit’ little missy he’re…”

Bane closed his eyes awaiting for the shot. Instead he heard a sturdy noise of quick steps and…a growl!

“Pierre…” he mouthed.

“Wha’ t’e…!?!”

That was the last thing ‘little boss’ had said. A dreadful sound followed and then Bane heard his body falling on the floor. He stepped out of the cabin to see indeed Pierre over the man, shaking his head in rage, having his teeth deep stuck into his throat. Victoria had fallen on the deck somewhere besides them and she was watching the whole scene with…curiosity?

Bane walked up slowly towards the man, watching his life draining slowly out of his body as Pierre’s bite got deeper and deeper. He stopped right near them and waited a few seconds before taking a shot into the air to make the dog unclench his grip.

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