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A mafia RP [JuggerXAlisa]

He sent the report and stood up, glaring at her. "I'm not afraid of you Alisa. If its my time to die...then I'll die. But I'll know this. I died not in fear of you. And that'll tear at your pride. You loved that everyone fears you...but the fact that one man died not knowing the fear of Alisa Perne...that'll slowly eat away at you, if not now but eventually." He closed his laptop and walked closer to her. "Kill me if you want...but I'm not going to do your dirty work anymore and you won't make me, you bitch."
 
Alisa laughed and threw her head back, she kicked the man in the chest sending him into a wall, "Fearless...the absence of fear, truly, words, just mere words, you see when you start to cut someone, they show who they really are, in their last moments, when you look into their eyes, if you look carefully, you can see every single little dark secret they have, sometimes they even confess things, its quite amusing, im glad you arent afraid of me, to be honest, i rather like it, you see, someone who isnt afraid of me, isnt afraid of death, isnt afraid of anything, so by being not afraid of me, you might just find yourself in a really really sticky situation." She pressed the knifes blade against his chest, and dragged it across his chest, easily cutting his shirt open." She laughed as she toyed with him, "So tell me again mister officer, are you coming tomorrow, or will your last will and testament be carved in your flesh?" She laughed, "Actually, i think ill carve a big A and a big P in your chest, make it scar, yeah! That would be fun right? Even if you did have me arrested or killed, my name would forever be on your skin, like a tatoo!" She started to carve the letters, "See a man who isnt afraid to die, also shouldnt be afraid of a little pain." She drew the blade down and started carving the A, pressing it deep into his skin, "It doesnt matter if you are afraid of me or not, truth be told, yes i love fear, but i love killing more, so it wouldnt eat at me, id laugh, and keep laughing, the fact that i killed someone, that makes me happy." She drew the blade down at another angle carving the other half of the A.
 
He lost all the air in his lungs upon impacting the wall, and felt her keep him there and threaten him even more. As she carved her A into his body, he cringed but did not cry out in pain. "I...Will not give in..." He said angrily as blood trailed down his body from the knife's blade. He spat at her face and glared into her eyes. "You may kill me...but that won't change a thing. I don't care if I die Alisa...cause I'm a man who has nothing to lose. Thats why I took this job...You're nothing. You're just a spoiled brat...You bitch..."
 
Alisa laughed again, "Actually im not spoiled." She finished the A and started on the P, "I didnt inherit this empire, actually, i killed the man who started it, I believe his last name was Stone too, is he any relation to you?" She finished the straight line and started on the curved part of the P, "Why would i want to kill you, when thats exactly what you want, you seem to hate your very existence, so killing you would simply be relieving you of your own self hatred, seeing as you wont kill yourself, probably for some stupid moral reason, or you actually think you will be able to close the case, and put me behind bars." She laughed and finished the P, "There, now the world will know, that you looked me in the eye and survived, you should feel accomplished, most of the time when i cut someone, its to kill them, rarely do i let them live." She stood up and yanked the man to his feet, "So, if you wont simply co-operate, and work with me, i guess ill have to find some other buttons to push." She started pacing around the room, "As a matter of fact, i believe the man i killed, his last name was Stone, and he did say he had a son." She stopped, "It is you isnt it? You are that son, oh this is so delightful, daddys boy, come to kill his fathers killer, or get some form of great justice, took this case yourself didnt you?" she rubbed her chin, "Isnt that a conflict of interest? Tell me, how did you pull that one off? And why wont you follow in daddys footsteps, you have the blood of a mafia don in you, but yet you refuse to embrace his wicked ways. why?"
 
"Because..." He said as he held his chest, blood spilling over his fingers as the AP burned in his chest. He leaned against the wall and glared at her, eyes partly wincing in pain. "I don't believe in unnecessary violence...the people need a good cop...a cop that isn't afraid of anyone...Yes...you killed my dad...but he deserved to die..." He said angrily. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his pistol and aimed it to Alisa. "This won't kill you...But I wonder if it'll hurt?" He murmured as he began to fire at her, emptying the entire clip as an attempt to hurt her if not kill her.
 
Alisa stood there, like a stone statue as the bullets ripped through her, she heard the gun click as the clip was emptied, "That stung a little." she turned her head sideways at him quizzically, "Tell me, what did that accomplish, im still standing, you are bleeding, badly from the looks of it, and you have simply irritated me, she threw the knife and it planted itself firmly in the mans shoulder, "Dont worry, that wont kill you, it might hurt a little." She giggled, "So tell me again." She picked him up and tossed him on the bed, "Tell me again, the people need a good cop, say it again hero, you see, the world isnt so bad without heroes we could live without them, its just too bad villans exist, welcome to the world where the bad guys win and the good guys die." She laughed and yanked the knife out of his shoulder, "Ooooh, are you bleedin'? Yeaaaah you are bleeding pretty bad." She clicked her tongue in her mouth, "Tsk tsk, you cant die tonight." she cut her wrist and let some of her blood pour into the wound. It started to heal.

"Ya know, if you were a bit smarter, you would realize a couple things, like for example, putting me behind bars wont do any good, ill simply break out. The other thing ya should know about me, if you havent already guessed is, im not human, and thats just too damn bad, because being not human, i lack a couple of things, morals, a conscience, and what you would call heart, so lacking these things, i dont really think about my actions, i just, well i just do whatever i please." She laughed.

"So you are coming back to my place tonight, away from all this silly willy work stress, because tomorrow, you are going with me, and you are going to watch me kill his family, hell you dont even have to do anything but stand there, if not, ill just keep stabbing you, and healing you, and stabbing you some more, just like a pin cushion."
 
"I won't!" He said angrily. He was in so much pain but he refused to show her the satisfaction of how much pain he truly was in. He stood up and began to walk for the door...but toppled over and knocked over the trash can. The hand cannon from before spilled out onto the ground, and he saw this...and tried to reach for it, hoping it would blow her head off from a point blank shot. "I won't..."
 
"Go ahead hero, pick the gun up, shoot me right in the fucking face." She laughed, "Go ahead, lets close this case now, i came in and attacked you, and you killed me with a rather large gun, case closed, come on good cop, let the last two years of pure hatred towards your father, pour it all into that one single bullet, and shoot me, give in to it, then you will take my place, the moment you pull that trigger hero, the very moment, you will realize, you really are your fathers son, and you really are going to walk in his footsteps again, go ahead pick the gun up, it was your fathers, pick it up, feel the cold heavy steel in your hand, hold a murderers weapon, he killed hundreds with that gun." She smiled, pressing his buttons, "If you dont believe me, look at the butt of the gun, your fathers initials are engraved into it, hold his weapon, and avenge his death, seal your fate, be the hero of the city." She took a step forward "DO IT!!" She shouted.
 
He fired...The first shot's recoil caused the gun to fly out of his hand, and the bullet went straight into her torso. He missed but at least he hit her, even though he wanted to hit her head. He leaned against the wall and began to pant hard as he looked to Alisa, knowing that it wouldn't have killed her. "I won't be my father's son...I won't kill you...I won't...And you can't make me..." He spat toward her. "I...Why the hell were you trying so hard to corrupt me...?"
 
"You disgust me!" She walked over and picked the gun up and placed it in his hand, "Come on try again hero, ill keep going till the clip runs out, im not trying to corrupt you, you know who you really are, you lie about your hatred for senseless violence, yet you emptied an entire clip into me minutes earlier, then shot me with a fifty caliber handgun, and yesterday you killed your own partner, admit it, every chance you have had to kill a criminal, you have taken it, and relished in the accolades your peers gave you, they saw you as a hero, another dirtbag off the streets your chief would say, and he would hand you another medal, and it would go in a case in the station, for all to see." She crouched down in front of him, "But for you, it was a trophy, you thought by becoming a cop and killing people you were doing the right thing, but truly, you just crave to kill deep down inside you, a primal urge, you just wear a badge, and kill the bad guys, but what if you could kill anyone? Im sure you have people in your past life that you wish were dead, or that guy that just pissed you off? Why not shoot him in the head? Come on Nathan, you are your fathers son, through and through, now you can either pull that trigger, or admit the truth, either way, you will end up being just like your father, why not embrace it?"
 
He was tempting to shoot her...but stopped. He dropped the gun and hung his head in shame. "Y-Yeah...Yes...I love the embrace of murdering someone..." He murmured as he looked up to Alisa...and eventually fell over, passed out from the blood loss and the added on stress. But he finally admitted it...He loved murdering. He loved it as much as any other criminal did. He hated to admit it, not wanting to bring out his true intentions for actually taking the job as an undercover cop in Alisa's gang. It was an excuse to kill...
 
Alisa clapped her hands twice, her two goons had been outside the whole time, "Lets get out of here, and bring Mister Stone with us." One of her goons picked nathans unconscious body up and shouldered him like a sack of potatoes, they quickly moved to her car and drove back home, the goon picked him up, and tossed him on Alisa's bed, and they continued to carry on about their business.
 
About an hour later, Nathan would awaken to the soft embrace of Alisa's bed. He stirred as he began to wake up, forgetting about all that had happened as his head began to ache from the early, forced wake up he put himself through, unconsciously knowing danger was around. When his memories suddenly returned, his eyes widened and he looked around frantically. "Wh-What...? Where am I?"
 
Alisa plopped down on the bed next to the man, "Well you passed out pretty boy, and considering someone probably called the cops, because i dunno, you fired off an entire clip and a half, they were probably called and on their way, so i brought ya here!" She giggled, "Now that you realized who you really are, id say that you are gunna go with me tomorrow, while we have a little fun, after all, you are your fathers son, but tonight, we are gunna rest up a bit, then have a nice big breakfast tomorrow, courtesy of the main street bank, and then go pay your partners family a little visit." She giggled.
 
"I never agreed to going with you...I agreed to loving the feel of murdering someone, but only those who deserve it...I will not go with you, and I would stop you if I could...but I know I can't." He bit his lip angrily. "And I will not aid you in robbing another bank...I'm done with you. I already sent my report in, and we have plenty of evidence against you..." He stood up off of the bed and headed for the door, but stopped before leaving. "I'll be sure to personally hire a Priest and get all the things necessary to kill YOUR kind, Vampire." He said coldly with an angry glare at her.
 
"Do what you please pretty boy, but you will come back, they always come back, and if i recall, the man you shot, kinda deserved it, had he lived a minute longer, you would be dead!" She laughed, "Havent you ever read the legends, crosses, holy water, blah blah blah, doesnt work! Maybe on a turned vampire, who had gone through a hundred generations of selective mutation, but honestly, i was born a vampire, nothing, can or will kill me, well decapitation might, but i havent quite tried it yet." She laughed as she tossed a knife sometimes catching the hilt, sometimes the blade, "So i suggest you stay put mister police officer, and buckle up, because you are in for one wild ride." She cackled manically.
 
He stopped where he was and contemplated this...Maybe she was right. About her not being able to die, anyway. She seemed indestructible enough...What if the things mentioned in movies and lore were wrong? He turned and glared at the woman, watching her throw the knife into the air and catch it in the hilt or its blade. "And what are you going to do to stop me? What if I just walk out this door right now, kill any of your thugs that try to stop me, and resume my work as a police officer first thing in the morning, huh?"
 
She threw the blade, right by his head, glancing it, and cutting off a lock of his hair that was sticking out, she turned her head to the side, and picked up another knife, threw it by again, cutting off another lock of hair, again, again, barely missing his body, soon enough, there was an outline of his body, on the wall, drawn in knives, she turned her head to the side, and bounced on her bed, smiling, she didnt need to say anything.
 
"Jeez you're like a cynical child..." He murmured as he looked to her bounce on the bed. He sighed, knowing if he wanted to stay alive, then he might as well go along with it...for now. "Fine. It seems I have no options other than this that leave me alive. Is there a place I can sleep at least? I'd prefer not to sleep on the floor." He said calmly and picked up one of the knives in the wall and looked at it, before tossing it aside like a ball of paper.
 
Alisa smacked the bed a few times, "Right here Mister Mafia Man!" she laughed, "Cynicism is one of my many upstanding traits, well being ruthless, having no morals, and just being a murderer, those are probably at the top of the list too, buy, yeaaaaaah, you get the idea." She laughed again, "So mister copper, do ya need a shower? Make ya a born again man i tell ya, besides, right now you smell like a stinky pig." She pushed up her nose to look like a pigs, "Oink, oink, mister stinky pig."
 
"A shower would be nice...And my own bed would be nicer. I'd rather not sleep in a bed with someone who I feel would kill me in my sleep or simply slash my arm after drugging me just to see the blood spill out without killing me." He said with a leer, and crossed his arms. "Now where is a shower...because you're right. Its been a long three days and I could definitely use a shower..."
 
"Alright mister stinky pig, lets go take a shower, you arent scared of me are ya?" She laughed, it was almost like a little girl, only more cynical, and alot more insane. She immediately took off her clothes in front of him, she had a very firm tight body, she was in excellent shape, she had a size D cup breast, as she turned to walk, her entire back was covered in scars going every direction, "Come on mister stinky pig, lets take a shower, oink oink!" She laughed agian as she walked into the bathroom.
 
"Would you stop calling me that!" He cried out as she walked past him, naked and toward the shower. 'Better comin' than going...' He thought in his head when he compared her front side to her backside, and followed her to the shower. Once inside, he began to strip down now as well and stood there, naked and half erect. "You aren't seriously about to shower with me, are you Alisa?"
 
She laughed, "Why not? It could be fun, i mean, i could force you to have sex with me, but judging by whats going on down there, id say, you are halfway there." she laughed, "Besides, its not like i can get pregnant, or get or give any disease, so i mean, you cant loose here, so why not give it a try, i promise, i wont bite, unless you ask me to!" She turned on the shower to boiling hot then cooled it off and stepped in.
 
"How about 'no'?" He said as he stepped into the shower with her. "I'm not having sex with you. The last thing I need to know is you biting my dick off or me finding out you have a sex of teeth in your vagina waiting for something to bite." He murmured and let the water hit him. Though, seeing her body glisten in the water made him erect even further...Though he tried not to show how amused he was.
 
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