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Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

May-9-2012 18:06

The office door slammed against the wall with a bang, and papers swirled restlessly across the desks of the darkened room. He looked up from his bottle of gin, bleary eyes just registering the figure outlined in the doorway. It was tall, and from the cast of the hips and tucked in-waist silhouetted in the black trench, it was a woman. She stood on black stilettos, and a black snood concealed her hair from view as surely as the netted veil did her face.

"Who is that?" he asked nervously, squinting his eyes. There was a pause, and then the figure moved forward, legs, hips rolling smoothly in an unmistakable way. He paled; rearing back in the chair so that it almost fell. He righted it with a clatter, fingers shaking.

"A ghost?" he breathed, suddenly terrified. Was the moonshine bad? Giving him the jake- was he hallucinating? The black ensemble of the woman suddenly seemed more foreboding than chic. "You...I thought you were dead!"

She moved forward, just inches away from him in the dim lamplight. Slowly, black satin-clad hands lifted up, grasped the edge of the veil, and pulled it back. Her glossy red lips shone in a vulpine smirk in the light.

"I never die. Nine lives, you know." Molly Maltese breathed in her sotto voice. "I've been to the end of the world, my dear, and I've brought back the case to end all cases for you."

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Riza Hawkeye
Riza Hawkeye
First Nomad

Jun-21-2012 12:52

"Riza, do not shoot your baby's father!" shrieked Molly as she barreled towards Riza.

Riza broke her gaze away from Zeo and watched in horror as Molly was shot and fell against a wall, leaving a bloody mess on her way down. Momentarily distracted, Riza did not notice Zeo take the gun from her hand. She looked back and he was holding it against his temple.

"No, Joseph, don't!" she screamed as she lunged for the gun. She wrested it out of his clammy grip and pushed him to the ground. "What the HELL is wrong with you?!" She leveled the gun at him, hands shaking. Zeo said nothing. Here merely smiled at Riza, but then suddenly frowned.

"Baby..." he said absentmindedly, staring at Riza's abdomen.

"W-what?" said Riza, taken aback. She looked down. A small bump was visible beneath her clothing, but nobody would notice it if they weren't looking for it. Unless...

Zeo reached out an arm toward it. Riza felt something icy shoot across her chest. Oh no. He couldn't. There was no way. No. No.

He knew.

Riza slowly lowered the gun until her arm fell useless at her side. She walked carefully toward Zeo, grasping his outstretched hand, and put it on her abdomen.

Riza's back was fully exposed to the enemy. Big mistake.

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Sleuth About Town

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M. Lacrimosa
Sleuth About Town

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M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Sleuth About Town

Jun-21-2012 18:08

When the shooting began, everyone seemed to move for cover, causing confusion for Marc. The first person Marc saw was one of Jack's thugs moving to Riza. He inhaled and held his breath to steady his aim. Slowly exhaling, he fired the rifle. Marc had forgotten about the kick. Not only did the gun slam into his shoulder, it almost knocked him off the ladder. He quickly regained his balance. He looked at the man and found he had saved Riza's life.

Marc noticed Zeo shooting at Riza. "What the-?" Marc said quietly. He aimed for the gun. This was going to require precise accuracy. One shot would either blow his hand off or kill him. He inhaled and slowly exhaled, squeezing the trigger again. The gun in Zeo's hand exploded, knocking him to the ground.

Two more men made an advancement toward Molly and Vulkie gunned them down. Jack was nowhere to be seen. Not until Marc noticed an altercation between Zeo and Riza. Marc noticed someone else in the gunfight. No one that he really knew but it wasn't one of Jack's Henchmen. Was he hostile? Unsure, Marc left him where he was.

Molly ran into Marc's line of fire, screaming something incoherent when Jack burst from his hiding place and fired his weapon. Molly went down.
"NO!" Marc screamed, "MOLLY!" He turned his rifle towards Jack. The man in his sights as he ducked behind his cover again.

Andrew Corelli
Andrew Corelli
Huntsman

Jun-21-2012 18:44

Corelli said something in a terribly offensive way while he was running; not a single lady blushed and he didn't make amends. Everyone was screaming louder, dead or with a gun in hand. He was a combination of both and was rushing up to Riza Hawkeye.

"Zeo, Miss Hawkeye, what's going on here?"

A gunshot from above sounded near the group but only Corelli, and the recipient of the bullet, reacted to it. Corelli ducked and started looking for a gun or at least the sniper.

"Lacrimosa? Marc Lacrimosa?"

"Corelli? Is that you? Who are you working with?"

"I don't have a gun, who do you think? What's going on here, Lacrimosa?" shouted Corelli, pushing Hawkeye and Zeo to cover.

"I don't have time to talk, I think Molly is bleeding."

"Molly!? What--?"

"I don't have time, Corelli; I'll let you defend this flank, take care of Riza and Joseph."

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Sleuth About Town

Jun-21-2012 18:47

Marc burst from his hiding spot and ran downstairs to find Molly. As he ran into the open, another man burst from cover. Marc pulled his revolver and shot him in the stomach. The henchman grabbed his stomach and screamed, "I'm hit! Oh God! Oh God it hurts! Help me! AAhhh! Aahhh!" Another shot rang out from nearby as the stranger Marc saw put the man out of his misery.

Jack was still somewhere in the room, which made things dangerous for anyone in the open. Molly was bleeding badly enough that she would need to go the hospital soon or things would get nasty.

He rolled her over and she let out a soft moan. Marc placed his hands on her wound and pressed down hard to help stop the bleeding. He ripped off his suit coat, tearing the expensive fabric so he could make a tourniquet and a bandage.

There was no exit wound, which meant the bullet was still inside. She would need surgery to get that out. Marc cursed himself for not carrying his small medical kit. It was always better to have it and not need it, then to need it and not have it.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Jun-21-2012 19:54

The Princess with the firelit glow took the dagger out of his hand. She cared. Zeo felt warm all over and smiled. Then he felt the pain in her tummy, the baby was hurting. "Baby...", he slurred, it was difficult to control all the muscles in his speech. He tried to reach for the little bump that was calling to him. The Princess floated over, putting his hand on the precious curve. The touch was magical. Zeo was to be a father again.

The narcotics in his head cleared a little, but Zeo was still seeing trees around him. He only remembered Riza, and that he must protect her and her child inside. An evil tree was throwing an axe at her back, Zeo immediately lunged forward between the axe and the lady. The axe pierced passes his shoulder, and blood started streaming down his arm. Again, he felt no pain. He turned and smiled at Riza, holding both her shoulders, "Eye'll protect yooou boath." he stared into her with his unfocused eyes.

"Duck! You doped moron!" Riza yelled, but her voice somehow felt sweet. The two retreated back beneath the display case, gunfire bounced off around them. Zeo began to feel a deep discomfort on his shoulder where the bullet grazed it. He then remembered what happened to him.

"Reeesaaa..." Zeo squeezed his temples with his hand, "it's Jaack... Saw through my cover... Shot me with... something... Are you in pain?" Zeo touched her abdomen gently. Just then, another detective Zeo could barely remember came to them and started babbling. He was talking to both of them and also to someone above them, but most of the words were incoherent to him. Zeo slowly began to notice they were inside a building.

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Jun-22-2012 09:16

"Oh..." Molly moaned and opened her eyes as she felt herself being turned over. Marcs face swam before her eyes. His expression was grim as he tore at his suit for makeshift bandages. Willing herself, Molly raised her head to look down, and saw an enormous scarlet stain spreading over her chest, pumping from a neat bullet hole punctuating the fleshy part of where her shoulder met her left breast. Right above the heart.

"Well, Marc, I'm no Doc but that looks pretty serious." she said weakly, and Marc hushed her but not before he saw the very real fear in her eyes. "Maybe going after a cursed ankh with a pregnant woman and a drug addict wasn't the best plan we've ever had."

"You'll be fine, Molly." he murmured as he bound the wound tightly. But his brow was dripping with sweat.

In answer, Molly squeezed his hand briefly. "Theres nothing more you can do, Marc. Make sure Joseph comes down enough that he's not going to injure Riza. Actually, come to think of it, check on Riza. She was holding her stomach earlier, make sure she's not injured."

Marc gave her a doubtful look but she returned it with a stern stare, and after a moment he dodged off. Laboriously Molly pulled herself into a sitting position, reflecting on her life as she struggled to breathe regularly.

"Can't give in quite yet, old girl. Miles to go before you sleep and all that." she murmured. As she tilted her head back, gazing at the ceiling, she listened to the murmured conference of her compatriots, and as her eyes started to close...

then jerked open in surprise as a hand gripped her shoulder. Turning her head, she met Jacks steely eyes from where he was concealed from view behind a colonnade.

"Oh, you." she said tartly, then began to close her eyes again. Jack shook her insistently. "You know..." she snapped her eyes open again with an expression of petulance, "you keep trying to off me, and then when you nearly succeed, you have to foil even that plot. IS THERE something I can do for you?"


Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Jun-22-2012 09:23

Jack had the grace to smile at her petulance.

"Blood loss makes you irritable." he said, his eyes flicking down to the darkening bandages. "Just a few degrees lower and you would have been out of my hair for good."
"Indeed. Pity about that aim." Molly retorted.
"Listen, woman. I don't have time for bickering. If you choose to live through this, understand next time you and your friends won't be so lucky. You're stepping into dark waters here and we've only just begun. This time, this time the Hellfire Club has a very important political agenda, one that will not be interrupted by your petty meddling. Do not come after me, or the ankh again. Because next time, Amelia, there will be no grand shootout. I will come for you and your friends, one by painful one, in the dark of night until you are the only one left. I warn you for the last time, Amelia..." he brought his mad eyes level to her own.

"Do not cross me."

Molly stared at him a scant second in surprise, and then with effort moved away from the wall to crack him across the face with her right hand.

"Screw you, Jack." she hissed, although the movement made black dots blossom before her eyes. "Whatever youre up to, this time it ends...this time...this"

She just heard his chuckle before she slipped under.

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Sleuth About Town

Jun-22-2012 20:08

Marc swore out loud. No, not out loud. He yelled it. Molly was down and Joseph was still strung out from whatever he had. Marc grabbed Jack and punched him just hard enough to knock him unconscious. Killing him would do no good, and Molly and Joseph needed help.

He turned to Andrew. "Andrew, restrain Joseph. Do whatever it takes! Handcuff him. Vulkie, help Riza!" Marc hefted Molly up and they moved quickly to the cars.

***15 Minutes Later***

"Andrew!" Marc yelled, "Drive faster!" Marc was in the backseat of his car, keeping pressure on Molly's wound. Joseph was in the front seat sitting on both hands, which were cuffed together. Riza and Vulkie were in the car behind them, trying to keep up.

"I'm driving as fast as I can!" Andrew yelled back with a hint of frustration in his voice. "I can't go any faster," he said, beeping the horn. He popped his head out of his window. "Get off the road, moron!" he yelled.

"Turn here," Marc said. Andrew turned the steering wheel and the car drifted around the corner. "Go up four blocks and turn left. The alley will be the second one on the right!"

Marc looked at Molly. She was pale. Marc knew she was in shock. "Oh, God, don't die on me, Molly," Marc said even though he knew she couldn't hear. Right now she was trapped between real life and death. "Hang on..."

The car skidded to a halt. Andrew flung the back door open and helped Marc out. "Get Joseph," Marc said. "I got her." He carried Molly towards the back door.

"You sure about this place?" Andrew asked.

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