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The Grass Is Always Greener (Crow11 x ThomasRHellsing)

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It was late in the afternoon on a sunny Monday. The week had just begun and already Thana was exhausted. She had an early shift, one that left her leaving the house before the sun had a chance to rise. It was unatural for her to be up so early, especially after a weekend out on the town.

The sun had begun its decent behind the horizen, the surrounding buildings all flicking on their lights to keep the customers comming. By no she was rishing a cloth to wipe down the bench that stood between her and other customers. She noticed the usual faces sitting in their usual spots the the usual meal infrront of them. She couldn't complain, it was thanks to them that the small diner stayed open and well.. Alive while high rise building were built in replacement for other small family owned cafes.

Squizing the cloth free of water she turned around and began wiping down the bench as she intended. Manovering it around customers plates and coffees before reaching then end. "Thana, order up." The bellow of her manager called from the kitchen, a plate in the window that was put to communicate. Picking up the order and plate she turned around, looking for whoever owned it. " A large steak medium rare with a double order of bacon and a Mt. Dew" She repeated the order to herself before realising who the owner was. A regular.

(Sorry, im not to good at starting. Better then nothing. :p)
 
Thomas Alexander Bartholomew Cornelius Richard Hellsing the 16th, was not what most expected. Most expected a customer in this sort of place to be wearing jeans or something with the sleeves, certainly not a custom made suit. The truth was, Thomas was no where's typical patron. He looked like a male model but his body language sometimes spoke of a predator, while his voice was deep and sophisticated. His teeth were perfect, his skin was pale, his hair was perfect. The twenty thousand dollar custom made three piece suit sure didn't hurt his appearance, a dark almost black red jacket and pants, while the vest and gloves fingerless after the second knuckle on each hand were “blood” red. His eyes were sapphire blue bright and always covered with designer sunglasses, with red lenses and black frames. His hair was straw blond with silvery tips two bangs hanging over his perfect face. The back was in an elaborate Native American style french braid. Thomas looked like a high class stock broker. The fedorah on his head that's main color matched his suit jacket and pants while the band matched his gloves and vest pulled the outfit together. An ace of hearts rested in the band, and a bullet hole was in the center of the heart. A black cigarillo as long as a cigarette and thick as a cigar between his lips.

Today however was different, an astute person would notice it at the smell, unlike the normal smell of Irish Spring with an undercurrent of strong tobacco and expensive whiskey was cordite and iron. Blood and gunfire. Instead of a smile. Thomas was leaned down head resting on his arms Slowly he looked up as he said "Hey beautiful."

Thomas's skin was even more pale, the front off his normally immaculate suit rumpled and drenched in blood He leaned back and groaned in pain. Gesturing towards the seat across fro him he said, "I assume your wondering about these. Well that's a bit of a tale if you've got the time."

He knew she would. He'd been coming to Sal's dinner for decades, back when Sal Maruccio had actually owned the place. The old Italian was long dead now, but that was part of the story. Plus he new the waitress, she always had the spark in her eyes still young and full of knowledge and curiosity. Thomas may only be 26, but he felt so much older. When she was comfortable he began the tale. Putting his cigarillo into the ash tray he tried to decide where to begin it. Finally he decided the beginning. Breathing deep he said, "My mother was a crack whore, not a functioned whore who used crack, not a T.V crack whore a mug a Nun for her frock, then sell it to get herself a rock crack whore. I have no idea who my father is, a Pimp, a john, a dealer, hell possibly even my Mom's old man or brother. I thought about asking her ounce upon a time but then I found her dead of an OD. of cough syrup and loratab mixed that the dumb sank had injected into her right eye trying to get high."

Shaking his head, he got back to the story, "So my mother was a crack whore, and I never knew my father. One of my Mom's frequent customers or boyfriends was named Big John. Big John had trouble with gambeling, he loved to bet money he didn't have on cage fights. Cock, Dogs, bears, didn't matter as long as he could watch them fight to the death, he'd bet on it. One day when I was about five years old Big John was "Watching me" when his bookies caught up to him. He owed them five grand and didn't have 20$, so he proposed a wager. Oddly enough that wager changed my life. I'd probably thank him for it, he he wasn't 3 feet under. Big John never learned not to bet money you don't have and Cartell bookies aren't s nice as the local scum bags."

Snorting he continued with his tale, "Big John did some fast taking, and next thing I know I'm standing in a 4 by 4 cement floor standing across from a boy with short black hair. See, their are these things called snuff films, one person killing another. Certain interested parties pay money, host the event online and charge a subscription you get money to pay junkies and bastards to throw their kids in a ring. I remember the hum, see human beings aren't' like dogs, they don't' just go at each other's throats. The rings were 8 feet tall and had car batteries attached to barbed wire. If the kids didn't' get to the blood shed fast enough then a cattle prod to the back or leg was one hell of a motivator. Of course the people who "hosted" the fights also opened up the arena for gambling, bet on which kid end up alive ad which kid eaves the ring cripples or in a body bag. John bet on me, I walked out he'd live for another day, I didn't and he'd be joining me soon."

Thomas snorted as he felt pain. Reaching for the drink he took a few firm swallows. After catching his breath he continued, "I remember the first one the black hair kid. he had to have had 50 pounds on me. His punch to the face sent me down. He was kicking me in the side. I was rolling to avoid his blows when I felt it. The fence was meant to keep us out not stop the glass from the occasionally thrown beer bottle The piece of glass was jagged and sharp I took it into my had I still remember it severing the skin of my hand because I held it so tightly. The black haired kid either didn't see it, or didn't realize what it was Through sheer dumb luck I lashed out you ever see the squirt of a carotid artery severed by the smooth edge of glass. The cuts too smooth to seal shut the squirt is like a sprinkler. I was young the first time five years old, it was instinct something primal and old that had me ramming the glass into his gut over and over and over The blood still squirting out, running down my face and torso. I didn't' stop until the glass broke off into the kid he'd probably been dead 2 or 3 minutes by then."

Thomas coughed up some blood, into his napkin. Downing some more Mountain Dew he began cutting his steak, saying simply, "That was my first kill, and I liked it."
 
She wondered over to the slouched over man. He seemed tired; exhausted even in the position he was in. Once coming into his range she watched as he sat up, greeting her with the usual “Hey Beautiful.” She would smile back, placing his meal down before him while glancing over his perfect face. Such a character, he was someone so different and unique. She would find herself staring before his invitation to sit down brought her back to reality. He was one of her favourites, always polite and kind with a hint of mystery that hid behind his dark shades. She sat down in front of him, looking at him as if in a trance of curiosity. Something was different about him today, something was a little off I guess you could say.

She had cupped her hands together, resting them on the bench as she leaned over closer. Listening intently to what he had to explain. Ignoring the calls from her manager and customers wishing to order, she was focused on him at the moment, him and his seductive voice that drew her in. Her uniform was skimpy, a low buttoned top with a short skirt, stockings and an apron. Her long brown locks rested against her shoulders before cascading down her back until reaching the middle. She wore minimal makeup, a natural look with a nice red lippy to accompany her luscious lips. Her blue gaze rested on his lips as he spoke, listening as he explained about his mother and how horrid his life had been.

He had killed someone. She was taken back when he told her this, his devilish words as he explained how he did so and how he enjoyed it. Was he a murderer? Why is he still covered in blood, coughing up more to add to whatever was on his jacket. She reached over, grabbing a couple of napkins to replace the ones he had used before tuning in again. He was hurt, obviously but she wanted to know more. She was to intrigued to care about his wounds for the time being. “Tell me more.” She replied after a small moment of silence. Her silky voice, flowing from her mouth containing perfect, pearly whites and a cherry pink tongue. She would bat her long lashes once in anticipation for what he had to explain next.

This man had a story to tell, one that would most likely be devastating and dramatic. A life story worth listening to. Thana had her own story but it was nothing compared to the brief introduction that he had just told her. That’s why she was interested. It was dramatic and a real change from the babbling and pointless gossip that she heard from the everyday drunk. He had set the atmosphere; she couldn’t help but feel pumped or intense while listening. Fidgeting as he spoke, as he took a bite of his steak and a sip of his Mountain Dew. She crossed her legs under the bench, her right knee over her left. Resting her head upon her hand while her elbow rested on the bench. Dreamy eyes staring into his dark and almost hollow sunglasses. Watching and waiting.
 
Thomas smirked, taking another drink of the soda he did as she asked, "For five years I fought in the ring. You have no idea the rush and the thrill, the pleasure taking a life gives. Knowing your the reason some life has ended. A doctor, a terrorist, who knows what the person's future may be. As yes you've ended it. What if they were destined to kill a single working mother mother daughter turned to Cocaine afterwards at the age of fourteen she'd be dead in a cheap hotel room. Or maybe they were destined to become a surgeon that would repair a hundred people's hearts. Most of the kids killed for food, but me I killed for sustenance."

Thomas drank some more of the soda, as he said "That's when I met Juniper Callipea. Juniper's mother died in child birth her father thus felt it was her job to do all the things a woman of the house should. I know one of his favorite sayings was "Old enough to bleed, old enough to breed". He was a real pierce of work, and Juniper was as broken as I was. See the people who filmed the snuff films also went into certain other very illegal activities including children Juniper's father tended to spend too much money on alcohol, so when the rent came due he'd Rent the 14 year old juniper out. Eventually the bastard ended up getting so drunk he accidentally mixed turpentine with his whiskey. That left Juniper a well used 14 year old, not worth much in the eyes of the world. Hell she didn't' even now how to write her own name But the people I worked for, they new how to reward their "Star players". Juniper and I, well I won't go into details but let's just say losing my virginity was never an issue. It didn't hurt that with the money the men who ran the ring paid us for recording our fun she could afford a decent apartment."

Taking a few more bites of the steak he let the memories and words flow "I remember when I found her body. Beaten and raped. See back then their was a gang the Tiger Blood, a bunch of posers Juniper fought back when they tried to rape her so they used her body to "Send a message". Now keep in mind I was young dumb, and in love with the girl. Seeing her beautiful body broken disgraced like that. That someone would do that, DARE do that to something that was MINE. I decided to send them a message right back."

Thomas's evil smirk was back as he said, "There's a reason the Tiger Bloods aren't' around anymore. Apparently when you dose a gang leader his lieutenants their families in gasoline and kerosene in their club house and the light it on fire with a Molotov cocktail, people get scared. Didn't' hurt that every time I saw someone wearing the Tiger's colors I made sure they died and not quickly. Looking back it was rookie moves molotov when a white phosphorous flare would do the same. half of my torture victims went into shock way too soon. But I was a 12 year old. I'd been at the killing of the Tiger's or a month when my life met the third of four major events. I met Ian Sarcachetti."

Sarcachetti was well known. He was the cities Al Capone. A massive cocaine and drug runner, he was the head of the most powerful crime family in the city. Although that had only happened about six years ago. A massive gang war had put down the other families and gangs.
 
She was slowly adding up key points of the convosation. He had killed someone while still classified as a child or a baby to mothers. He had lost his viginity as a child to a child who was constantly raped in replacement for payment. This was horrible, how could someone live on after witnessing or going through somthing like that? Worse yet, he was enjoying it. Enjoying revenge and taking lives in consequence. Taking away families out of revenge for a young girl. That was love, as brutal as it sounded.

She was still listening, her facial expression changing as he went. Changing from a confused from to pure shock before a look of understanding stretched across her face. This was alot to take in. This guy, this murder, lover or whatever you want to call him for his occupation continued to explain, never leaving out a detail. Thana would sit there quietly, her legs staying crossed in a small act of protection for herself as he spoke about rape. Is was uneasy hearing about the young girl and how harsh her father had been. Thana was 22, loosing her virginity to a now ex boyfriend on her 18 birthday. It wasn't pleasnt for her then and she was mature. She was able to understand what was happening or what was going to happen. She shook her head, unhappy with the way the girl was treated but there was nothing she could do, nothing she could continue to worry about as the girl had passed.

He had only gotten to what seemed half way through his story, judging from his age in the story and how old he is now. "Please.. Continue." She asked again politely. Wanting to hear more and again watching as he took a sip and a bite of his meal. He was a gracious eater, she noticed that while he cut up his meal. Taking small bites and keeping his mouth shut as he chewed.

By now the diner was slowly becomming empty, people who had arrived for dinner were now leaving. Paying for their meals, leaving checks and cash on the bench to be collected later. She payed no attention to them, even as they yelled there goodbyes. She was to fasinated with Thomas.
 
Thomas smiled at the waitress. Finishing his glass of Mountain Dew and waiting for a refill. He again began his tale after coughing up a bit more blood, "Killing the gang bangers was different then the ring fights. In the ring their was loose rules, weapons were thrown in, in real world fights anything went. I was still young, a stone axe compared to a naginata. Then one night he showed up, Iam Sarcachetti."

He snorted a bit as he said, "Ian wasn't a modern day guido, he'd started at the bottom back before World War two. He'd killed his way to the top when necessary and you could see it in his eyes. I remember watching him an old man leaning against a wall I thought he was some mugger. Then he let it loose fiction likes to say that human beings can sense predators. That you know when you are completely out classed because a primal part of your brain recognizes that you are prey. The truth is I'd never run into that. I'd fought other kids and gang bangers men but not fighters not soldiers. Old man Ian's eyes, they made me feel outclassed for the first time in my life. I knew without a doubt if I went for the knife in my pocket he'd gun me down despite the fact he wasn't even holding a gun. He gave me this smile lie he knew what I was thinking and right before I drew the knife with an attempt to take him with me he said "No need for that, I just came to talk to the boy responsible for getting revenge for my grand daughter."."

Thomas drank half the glass of Mountain dew. Again waiting for a refill before he continued He coughed deep more blood drenching the napkins. leaning back the bloody spots on his torso had grown. He took deep heavy breathes. The kind someone took after being submerged in water for a few minutes. Before resuming his story, "Juniper's mother was Ian's daughter. Her mother had made him swear to have no con tact with her. He didn't know abut the Tiger's little message until I'd already fire bombed the fuckers. He gave me two options, 2.2 million dollars, right then and their. He'd make the tiger thing vanish and I would be free. OR, he'd give me a gun and teach me how to hone my natural edge and turn me from a hammer into a Rapier."

He ran some more Mountain dew, as he let the memories hit his brain. After wetting his throat he began speaking again, "I chose option B, and became a maffia enforcer. The old man's family wasn't' about money or control. He was in charge of making sure the other maffia families followed the rules. You crossed them you crossed him, and you crossed him you crossed me. Imagine that for a second being the guy who killed killers when they got out of line. You had to have luck and be the beast, thus why I spent two years in training that would make green berets break.

Thomas sighed as he said, "And then three years ago things changed. The family leaders decided they were tire of old man Ian's reign. In one week everything the old man had burned. A double cross left him alive but rotting in prison for the next hundred and fifty years, and I was the only one alive and capable enough to do anything."

He coughed up more blood. Downing more Mountain dew. He sighed gently. Slowly he continued his story, "This towns gone to shit over the last 3 years right, because the families have grown out of control. No leash their peddling dope breathing the rues. But I'm not the type to relax, no see the old a had a plan."

He drank some more Mountain dew as he said, "The old man's daughter left her father when she got pregnant. The old an convinced her to put the girl up for adoption, but he kept in contact, even getting her a ob when she needed one at an old Maffia business. Giving her to his best enforcer to keep safe."

He coughed up more blood, as he said "Thing went fine until one of the families found out. Sent a dozen hitmen to gun her down at work. Of course such a thing assumes that her body guard would let something like that happen. I've just about finished my meal Thana, ready to take back your right by blood, and show these bitches what happens when you fuck with the best?"

Thomas suddenly shoved the table away yanking her into his lap he palmed and threw a grenade through the air. The suited men who'd walked int went to move but it was too late Most of them were reduced to red mist. As more entered Thomas pulled two .45's, the one in his left hand barked first dropping the first two with a bullet to the right lung and head. Then the right hand barked, catching two of the suited men in the skulls. Then both guns barking continued until Thomas and herself were the only ones left in the diner. The staff had left, Thomas ejected both guns clip. Using a special reload harness he slid them back into their holsters Standing up, he grabbed the pump action sawed off from behind the bar. Along with the box of ammo the owner kept their. Checking the gun was loaded he said, "Sorry for this beautiful, I'd hoped to keep you out of the war, but the shits hit the fan, so you have two choices. Stay here and they will kill you, or and I'm sorry, but it fits too perfectly, come with me if you want to live."
 
(Sorry for the late reply.)

Thana was deeply drawn in, her eyes watching his through his dark shades, glancing down at his luscious lips every so often, catching glances of his perfect pearly whites. She was leaned over the table, her hands clamped together while resting her chin against them. He had been through to hell and back and yet still found the time to visit the diner for a cheap, medium quality meal. She began to think about her own life and how uneventful it had been. She half wished the something exciting, something to spice up her dull life would occur.

With that said and almost on que Thana snapped out of her mini trance at the sound of her name. She glanced down at his now empty plate, dragging it away and sliding it across to another table. The moments that followed after were ones that would change her life. “Oh.. Okay” her voice studered, surprised by the sudden gesture, taking his hand in the process. Before she knew it she had been pulled onto the tall man’s lap and the once almost empty diner had turned into a shoot-out zone with men spilling in from every entrance possible. She curled up into his lap, tucking in her legs in an act to protect herself. Closing her eyes and covering her ears as gun shots filled the diner.

Within a matter of seconds all fell silent once more. She stood up, looking around with no messed hair and a stunner expression. Bodies lay across tables and the dining room bench. Bits of bodies and blood were splattered across the roof and walls. It was almost a blood bath with the only standing people being her and him. She turned to him, bewildered with questions but before she managed to ask any he spoke. “I guess I’m coming with you then.” She said without blinking. “There’s a double barrel shot gun in the kitchen.” She told him, watching from afar as he scrambled for supplies. “Where are we going?” She asked finally, looking up from the ground to the tall but wounded man.
 
Thomas smirked, "Your grand father has many enemies, but he also has a few friends."

He got into a limo which peeled out. A woman began stripping Thomas sighing he said, "Dumbass, why'd you you them do this to you?"

Thomas sighed knowing it was time for another story he said, "When I heard the bastards were coming for the "Princess", I flew here to take them. Unfortunately they surprised me with gas bombs after we landed. They wanted me to confirm what they know, so they took me to the old butchers plant, being water boarded with blood sucks, but I gouged out one of the fuckers eyes. So they shoved meat hooks into me, kicked me into a vat of cow and pigs blood and left me to drown."

He snorted in pain as the woman began cleaning his wounds. He shrugged, "Idiots seem to forget I'm used to pain and ripped he looks out with my feet the pain was intense but in time it will just be a few more scars. the info they had was wrong they thought you worked morning shift, so I was be to cut them off."

His torso was covered in scars. Blade knife, bullet burns, he looked like he'd lived through a battle field. The woman snorted "One of the hook scars will be through your bear claw scars."

Thomas pouted "Oh, I liked those."
 
"M..My Grandfather?" She asked silently, her gaze drifting away while retracing old memmories of the old man. It had been quiet some time since she saw him, she wasn't even sure he was still alive for that matter. "What does he have to do with 'this'? Is that why they came to the diner?" She began shooting question after question in the hope of a couple more awnswers. Next thing she knew they were outside, a limo pulling around the corner and stoping infront of them. Everything outside the diner seemed completely normal, as if no one, not even a bird of a stray, had heard the comotion that had just occured inside the small diner. People continued to stroll by, shopping bads in one hand, a suitcase in the other, going about their daily lives while Thana's was abruptly turned around, flipped over and sumersaulted untill landing on one foot. She followed him into the limo, the seats a black leather that reflected the small dim lightlys. There was a women in this limo, someone she had never seen nor met. She began tending to his wounds, cleaning them free from infection and explaining the likely outcome of such deep gashes. "Hi, im Thana." She said through a quick pause in their convosation. "Wait, who's the princess?" She asked abruptly, turning to the shirtless Thomas. He was covered in these scars. How did he manage to keep himself alive after recieving so many wounds and cuts? This man was somthing else, somthing that Thana just couldn't explain.
 
Thomas shrugged, "You are, Princess your the girl from the story put up for adoption by a young mother, who made her father swear he wouldn't' get involved in your life, watched protected, but never interfered with. Even as your mother fell into the needle, and put sister into the world. Your sister died, but you never knew her time passed your two years older then she was, and I'm a year older."

Sighing he said, "I can see her in your eyes you know, one reason why I couldn't keep away and instead of sitting in a car outside the diner, I always ended up going inside and ordering a steak. That and the owner taught the cooks how to make them just right."

Drinking from a one liter of Mountain Dew he said "The old an swore to your boo other he wouldn't get involved but stile things finding 20$ on the side walk, making sure you got into the collage you wanted making sure you got a job that worked with your school hours. Unfortunately, the fact that your blood means when the old man dies, the organization becomes yours and that means every family in the city wants you dead."

Taking a few more drinks he said, "Sorry kid, I thought I had bad luck."
 
Her jaw dropped, her life was a lie? All her good luck and supposedly hard work all fake in the matter of having her grandfather deal with it. “Wha...What?” She said, slumping back in the seat and looking up at the rough. She let out a deep sigh, lifting her hand to rest over her eye and forehead in disbelief. “Surely not.” She said, her voice a lot softer and less urgent as she began thinking over everything. It slowly started making sense, everything falling in place as pre-planned by others.

“No. NO!” She said turning to the man that was being cared for. “You’re lying! If im the so called ‘blood line’ I should be rich? No? Fly me to London, Australia, Somewhere!” She was angered and upset. She was sitting up when expressing to the man before slumping back again. Her hands falling against the seat. “This has got to be a dream. Someone like you entering the diner. No. “ She refused to believe the facts, refusing to believe what was real and what wasn’t. She was breathing heavily, her heart racing faster then she had even experienced.

“Stop the car, the limo. Whatever this thing is. Let me out.” She said banding against the seat and then a heavily tinted window, probably bullet proofed. “Why?” She turned to the man again, pointing figures and the blame. She was broken. Or so it seemed with the way she was acting. Broken of severely distressed with the sudden news..
 
Thomas rolled his eyes as he said, "Would you relax, we aren't keeping you here to train you in the arts of business I may be good but even I can't be everywhere we're heading to Tokyo, I have some friends in the Yakuza who I've promised a cut of our profits for the first decade when you take command."

Sighing he said, "And you will be rich, when you earn the money. Right now your grand father's money is under federal investigation. Luckily I had a lot of cash stored away but I' going to have to work my ass of to keep us both ending up on the streets sucking dick for rent."

Popping his knuckles he said, "And your grand father wasn't' a puppet aster he didn't raise you according to plan. He just made it easier for your hopes and dreams to happen. He didn't cut down your path but he did sand some of the stones. I may have sanded some as well for your sister."

Drinking more soda he said, "Our stop off is to get pass ports and then we're heading to a private field and getting the fuck out of dodge, I'm sending some boy to your apartment to load everything we can and get it to a safe place."

A massive 18 wheeler pulled from the nearby alley dozens of men streaming out swearing riot gear. Thomas swore, taking a machine pistol offered by the woman as well as a grenade. He stood up through the sung roof and tossed the explosive. The resulting "Boom" hook the limo and truck. Even as he opened fire with the pistol sending more men to hell. He wore as a bullet caught him in the shoulder. Ducking down he said, "Rolf can we get out of here?"

The driver replied, "Nein, the trucks in the way, gotta blow it or move it."

Bullets bounced off of the armor plated limo. Thomas swore, "God damnit, Rolf as soon as it's clear go I'll catch up or I won't."

The woman handed Thomas a pair of machine pistols. Thomas kissed her hard taking the guns he said "I'll see you one way or another, on the other side."

Thomas opened his door and waded into the gun fire his pistols specific report echoing. Soon a ground shaking explosion rocked the bock. Rolf tore through the burning of the truck. Only for four bikes to pull out. The woman snared as she raised a .44 magnum ad said, "COME AND GET HER YOU FUCKERS!"

Suddenly the limo turned and flipped hard. Rolling a few times. The reinforced frame meant no damage occurred to the occupants. But the limo was on it's top. A pair of hands forced the other woman fro the wreckage. A bent side mirror made sure the waitress could see what was happening. One of the men hold the woman by her hair as he said, "What is your name, are you her?"

The woman nodded, as one of the men raised a gun. She was quicker kneeing him in the testicles and crushing his win pipe with a savage palm thrust. Even as the an dropped four of his compatriots fired not the woman who dropped. Both middle fingers raised. She landed dozens of holes in her. Blood pooling her eyes staring pointlessly at the maffia princess. One of them went to steal her necklace and blinked, "We've got another woman in here guess we can have some fun with this one."

The sound of gun fire echoed. The one reaching for the waitress turned around only to have his neck snapped.Thomas was back and he looked pissed. Breathing deeply he took the woman's magnum. Sighing he got on one of the bikes, "Come on Princess, this was desperate no bribes can hide this, we've got to move. Talia was a soldier and a body double she knew what she was getting into. We've got to get to the plane now."

Thomas looked rough. Three bullet holes his old wounds ripped open. He'd lost his hat. But he was moving.
 
Everything was happened to fast. She was confused and upset and this man was nuts yet handsome. The sudden sound of gunshots and explosions caused her to turn around and look out the window. She couldn’t see anything but knew something was there as she heard the mysterious man jump up and fire back. “More? Do they ever end?” She asked, thinking back to the blood bath that was once known as a diner. The streets were next.

The lady that sat in front of her, she was quiet and seemed to never acknowledge her existence as she went about helping Thomas. “You’re leaving?!” she said again as the man jumped out of the moving car. Leaving her with the also mysterious women. She looked at the women, shock and wonder in her face and eyes with so many unanswered questions. Before she knew what hit her the limo was on its back, she had been flung about but wasn’t injured, just shocked. She was crouched down, trying to hide herself from whatever else was planning on attacking her. Hearing the girl being dragged and watching as she took care of one of the people attempting to kill her. The flood of bullets left Thana screaming, covering her ears and looking away. The bullets disintegrated her body, holes covering every inch.

The sound of men approaching had her looking up, she backed up, right to the very back of the limo until she was touching an upside down seat. “Don’t touch me!” She growled, teas streaming down her face. She was a mess, or so she thought before seeing Thomas again. Just when she thought that the guy was on death row he came back looking worse. She looked at him for a moment before following him onto his bike. Holding onto his body as she sat from behind. He breasts pressed up against his back with arms clamped around his bloodied and wondered chest.
 
Thomas groaned in pain. Her arms and the bikes vibration not helping. But he was a man. As they reached a plane a pair of jeeps tried to ram them. He pulled up behind a luggage container. As the jeeps unloaded six guys each. Thomas opened the cylinder of the magnum and swore. Four bullets The private plane was twenty feet from them. Looking at he he said "When I distract them head to the plane, wait five minutes, and then take off."

One of the men said, "Come on guy, you may be good but we out number you six to one, give up and we'll kill you quick."

Thomas put a bullet in the guy's head ass he said, "Really, do you KNOW WHO THE HELL I AM?"

Thomas walked out from the cover "I am DEATH, I am Chaod, I have bathed in the blood of Los Lobos, I've killed more men then cocaine and aids combined, I've stood toe to toe with man and beast, I've looked into the Abysss and make IT blink, I am Thomas Hellsing, and you dumb fucks are DEAD!"

The gangster looked at him, "Kill this cray whit b-"

The man's voice cut off as a bullet tore through his skull then the ext two farthest away. A tire iron stolen from the luggage part came up knocking the nearest man's automatic from his had. Thomas shoved the meta into his throat. Using his as a body shield he took the holstered side arm. From his human shield's pocket. Tossing it into one's throat. He knocked away another gun and bashed the banger in the head. His iron knocking aside another one's gun. A throat of the tire iron collapsed his throat. The final guy looked at Thomas, looked at his gun then turned and ran. Only for Thomas to jam the tire iron through his back and out his heart. Thomas took two minutes to collect ammo and their guns. Heading towards the plane.
 
“Does this every end?” She mumbled, repeating the short sentence over and over to herself at the sight of more armed men. She buried her face into his back, holding on tight as he manoverd the motorbike. She was listening to his heart, his scattered breaths and the cursed language that left his mouth as he took out his guns.

His words were frightening, this could well be the last time she every saw him, from there she would feel alone once again. She waited for his okay, hiding behind the bike while listening to the armed forces taunts. They did nothing against the man name Thomas Hellsing, his guy was unstoppable.

Watching as he stepped out of cover and began firing at will she sprinted, her arms pumping with her head tucked up to avoid any misfire. It was a quick run but one that had her heart pumping faster then she had ever thought possible. Scrambling aboard the small private plan, moving to the back of the plan and as far away from the gunfire as possible.

She began to count. “1, 2, 3, 4…” Counting up to the fire minute mark or the 300 seconds. Her blue gaze glued to upfront, to the entrance. Waiting for him. By now the gunfire had ended, almost everything had fallen silent except for the starting up plane. Did he die? Were they making there escape? All her questions were answered moments later as he ventured onto the plane. Relief flooded over her and she sighed deeply. Slumping back into her seat.
 
Thomas smirked, winking at her he said, "Relax beautiful, I can't die the devil's too scared I'll take over."

He closed the door going and telling the pilot to take off. When they were air borne he laid back against the couch. standing up he said, "I'm going to take a shower, I love the feeling of boo on my skin, but dried boo gets all sticky."

Forty five minutes he'd returned. He was wearing a suit similar to the previous one, but it was obvious it wasn't the previous one. He looked at if nothing had happened. The exception being the magnum tucked into the band of his pants. His movements were a bit slow, obviously trying to to pop any stitches or ope any wounds. Sitting down on the comfortable couch, he opened a mini freezer and took out a 1 liter of Mountain Dew a bottle of whiskey, and poured two shot of each. Smirking he said, "I call this the penalty game, you as a question, if you like the answer you drink the mountain Dew, if the answer stresses you out you drink the whiskey."

Nodding he said, "I'm sure you've got questions so ask and let's get wasted we have a 48 hours flight ahead of us after all.'
 
Of course the devils to scared of him. Everyone and everything would be after seeing what Thana had witnessed in such a short period of time. This guy was loveable and nuts all at the same time. “Okay.” She said simply, her gaze wondering over to a window while he took his long awaited shower. She was still dressed in her uniform, slightly bunched and messy with rips and holes scattered around. She cared less about her appearance and or if something was a little more revealing then what it was intended to be.

Time seemed to fly by and before she knew it Thomas was back, dressed in a fresh suite while looking a lot more put together then what he did before with bullet wounds and cuts covering his outfit. She got up as well, making her way to sit in front of him, on the opposite side of a table where she was able to star into his dark eyes while playing his newly created game. “Be ready with the whisky then.” She managed a small smile before beginning her questions.

“Is the whole country after me?”

“Why does the devil fear you so much?”

“How do I stop all of this?”

And lastly. “How are you alive after all that?”

Those were her first questions that she wanted answered.
 
Thomas snorted, as he answered each of her questions. Downing two shots of whiskey and Mountain Dew for the hell of it he sat back and said, "I guess I'll start at the first."

Taking a hit from the mountain Dew he said, "No, but out city is owned by 4 men, Jack "The Slasher" Sanchez, he runs prostitution, but he doesn't' do it the right way, if you come to power you will kill him and make sure his replacement does. Freddy "Pills" Domingo, he runs drugs, drugs aren't Ok by the family you come into power he dies. Luichi "The Brain Surgeon" Almeretti, he runs gun trades again not in the way the family would allow you come to power you kill him. Finally Lucci "The Pimp" Falconetti he supplies the muscle and is the strongest of the four. He's the meanest other fucker you'll ever find. He also runs gambling dens places like where I grew up and worse. If there's money to be made doing it the Pimp does. The Family wants him dead too."

Nodding he said, "Your Family is The Hellsing family, your job is to stand up to the corrupt, the evil. The Maffia isn't nice, but the maffia has RULES, you don't' sell drugs, you don't' whore out kids, whores aren't forced. You don't sell guns on your own streets and sure the fuck not to gang bangers who use them irresponsibly, and those FUCKS do."

Sighing he said, "They make 100 billion dollars a year by breaking the rules, and thus are wiling to kill or die to keep you and your family from shutting them down. Despite the fact they make few hundred billion on what we allow they became greedy."

He downed four shots of whiskey as he said, "You declared war on them, by not dying. And by the gods themselves, they are going to die before you do."

He downed four shots of mountain dew. Knowing the net three questions would be easy. He said, "That answers your third question too. Now for the second and fourth. In Hell sins are powers right, the more you rape, murder, kill the stronger you are in hell. Lucifer betrayed go, and thus is currently the most powerful. But sweetness I've killed so any men, I can't remember the count. It's GOT to be in the eight digits by now. Between the fighting rings, and the war I've been fighting since your grand father became public enemy number one. Hell I've blown up entire compounds. My boy count is higher then lucifers by now. That means when I get to hell I'll have more power then the evil himself, and thus he doesn't want to collect my soul."

Shrugging he said, "I'm still alive because Heaven won't take a demon, and the devil's scared I'll tale over. No other place to go a so I'm stuck on earth until the devil has absolutely no choice."
 
She listened to him, watching his luscious lips as he spoke so clearly and fluently. Holding a small shot of whisky in her hand awaiting for him to tell her something she didn’t like. So far, most of the days information had been dreadful. The events that had happened were something that would scar her until getting used to her whole situation. She continued to rest against her hand while her elbow stayed perched on the table. Facing the man that had saved her life so many times in a number of hours.

She was relieved to hear that not all of the country was after her but just certain men who controlled large groups that contained a lot of highly trained members. That was an upside at least. Some better news for the evening. How did her father get so involved in all of this? Why couldn’t he have just been an accountant or something? She questioned herself, keeping those questions to herself. She took a shot, her face scrunching up at its strength as the harsh liquid slid down her dry throat. “That’s some good stuff.” She said, shaking her head before continuing on to listen. “Re-load me..”

Some more good news, this guy was practically invincible. She kept the refilled glass in her hand, the liquid jumping about in the glass as they plane hit a turbulent. So far so good. All she had to find out now was how to end all of this, how to get out of the mess that was forced upon her and to possible return to a normal life. Maybe own a farm, grow some veggies and cattle. Who knows?

The news that followed left Thana with her mouth gapping wide. She had to kill how many? She didn’t even know how to hold a gun let alone kill something. She took the shot, asking for a refill before taking that as well. “Keep ‘em coming. I need something to knock me out tonight.” She said, her voice becoming a little slurred from the effects of the alcohol.

“So, Mr. Hellsing… What’s first?” She asked, lifting her glass to clunk it with his, a pitiful attempt to make a cheer. She was a light weight. It didn’t take a lot for her to become a little drunk of tipsy. She was still rather awake surprisingly, the adrenaline only know leaving her body and slowly allowing her to completely calm down.
 
Thomas smirked as he said, "First we gotta get you dressed appropriately, the we gotta get you someplace where I can teach you what you need to now. You may have flunked out of business school but you did good at it until you got tied of it. We're going to teach you in the ins and outs at the end of the day a Maffia head is just like a business owner. Only illegal and a chance you'll get shot or arrested."

He added, "Oh, and ya know, you have to shoot people who try and talk about it."
 
“I have so shoot people?” She asked, her voice rising in pitch with slurred words. She had never before shot a gun let alone be ready to kill someone. “Cant you do it? You have a nack.” She groaned, resting her head against her arm while the other hand clenched the small glass which was now empty. “What am I going to wear?” She asked, turning her resting head to look at the handsome man. Would she be dressed in some type of army gear? Matrix leather maybe? She hadn’t a clue to what was coming. She just wanted to sleep, a last minute act in hoping that this was all indeed a dream. It could be right? Everything she had witnessed today just being a figure of the imagination? Probably not but it was worth a try.

“What about you? Are you getting a new outfit as well? I fell sexy in this. Don’t cha think?” She giggled, she was officially out of it, completely drunk and speaking without completely clearing it with her conscience..
 
Thomas chuckled, "You'll probably be dressed in really sexy, hand made female suits as in suit worn be females, not suits made of females maybe with a fur or something."

Smirking he said "Money is a sign of respect, and respect is a sign of power."

Chuckling a bit he said, "As for killing, it isn't so bad. The first few stay in your head then they all blend together. It helps that we kill people who would kill us. I mean do you think any of those two bit thugs would have hesitated to slit your throat or put a bullet in you. You lived a in the city, that chaos can be fixed by you. No more random crime on the street a minimum violence, no more drugs. Sounds good to me."
 
“Well that’s good to hear.” She said, taking a sip of her refilled drink. “Finally something to look forwards to.. Fur” She chuckled, a smile appearing across her face before looking up at him after listening to the second part of what he had to tell her. The smile that once appeared on her face was now disappeared, she looked a little pale as the thought ran through her head, repeating itself over and over as she tried to imagine killing someone. Would she be able to do it or would she freeze and waste valuable time? Who knew?

“How far away are we? And does this place have a bathroom and bed or something?” She asked, running a hand through her messy, long, brown hair. She was slowly coming to terms with the amount of money she now owned and how everything was a lot more luxurious then what she was used to. Of course it all came with a consequence.
 
Thomas nodded as he lead her to the back the plane a bathroom that would normally be found in large apartment and a California King bed. Thomas downed two shots of both glasses as he said, "Don't obsess about the killing, killing is to most people like popping a zit, it hurts but once it's done and you clean up the mess you feel better. It's also something that if you poke at insistently all you do it scar."

Shrugging as he relaxed he said, "I'm different then most. Killing is my skill some people bake some people sew I once met a man who could play the piano with his feet. My hobby is gunning down mother fuckers who cross me you offer the silver and I offer the lead. I have faith in the family if I go down they'll get me out if I die they'll massacre the people responsible. Some people have faith in go, others have faith in money my faith is in a .45 wielded by the Hellsing family."

Thomas then added, "As for where we're going, it's a shit hole, a hell on earth. It's known as Roanapur a city in China, it started as a pirate port like Tortgua, as time passed it became a well lnown cave of debauchery and sin, the Triad, the russian Maffiam The Yakuza, and a man we're going to replace, run it. It's like taking a virgin to a rave, but we'll both survive, or we'll both die."

Sighing he said, "The good thing about Roanapur is that the criminals own and run it, police don't show up for days. Death is a way of life. I once saw a man beaten to death his teeth ripped out for his gold fillings. The place is full of wolves like me and your going to be learning by trying to avoid getting eaten by them. Comparing our little city to Roanapur is like comparing limbo to hell, we last eight months in Roanapur and no where else in the world will pose a challenge."

Thomas didn't mention the city had a mortality rate four times what it should. Didn't' mention that anyone suspected of being a cop or a government agent was stoned to death in the streets and then hung up as a reminder and warning to anyone else. Roanapur was too dangerous for the young maffia heir. However The Council had said he was to take her their and the city's ports were so tightly controlled by the sort of ally crime syndicates no one would sneak in. Luckily he had some favors he could call in, and the bosses knew if he went on a killing spree because his charge was hurt, profits would suffer for all of them. He was hoping that and a lot of bullets would be enough. He was also planning to pack as many weapons onto his form as he could get.
 
She followed him swiftly, using some surrounding seats to steady herself while making the small journey to the bedroom. She was surprised by the size and sheer mass of the bed. It was huge, way too big to be placed on a plane but completely ideal in her eyes. “Woah..” She said, glancing at the king bed with a gaping mouth. For that split moment she had forgotten about everything, she imagined that she was just a very lucky girl who got to take a ride on a ridiculously massive and luxurious plane that was heading to China. The moment didn’t last as Thomas’s words began ringing in her ears once more. “I’m not found of scars.” She blatantly said before diving onto the bed, lying on her back and looking up at the ceiling with a smile spread from cheek to cheek. It was very comfortable, better than what she had back at her old place. She stayed on her back, listening to the knowledgeable Thomas as he told her about Roanapur and all its glory. “Sounds lovely.” She said, resting up on her shoulders while letting her blue gaze rest on his toned features.

She figured out now that she was required to lean fast. Remember important things while also staying alive. For once she was important, she was needed, required by people who she was yet to meet. She was a heir to a huge organisation that killed people as punishment and to send messages. She was entering a new and harsh world… Well.. She was already there.
 
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