Bullets and Blood {Ritsuka&L}

[Laudanum]

"What is it, Armitage? No, I told you I've stopped. I've stopped for Chrissakes! Ah, who am I kidding?" Vince reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, flipping the top open and grabbing one with his lips. "Where did you put my lighter, Armitage? Armitage? Dammit, why don't you ever answer me?!" He defiantly took the cigarette and tossed it to the street. "I told you I've stopped. Damn bear never answers me." He noticed someone staring at him out of the corner of his eye. It was a well-dressed man with an out-dated moustache. "What are you staring at? Hmm?! Go shave yourself."

"Vincent Fawkes is not your run-of-the-mill lunatic," he'd heard them say on the radio. "He may be armed. And he is quite dangerous." He laughed in that characteristic high-pitched giggle of his and continued down the street with his eyes darting back and forth from behind his glasses, looking for his prey. "Not that one, Armitage. He's not pretty enough. No, no, that one's far too pretty.. LOOK AT HIS HAIR!" He cleared his throat and continued on searching until he saw the shine that only blood can give off under the glare of the streetlights. "I think we've found one, Armitage." He scurried over and stood over the pale body.

"Ah.. Uhm, are you all right? No, no, don't be scared." He knelt down and took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping some of the blood from the boy's face. He whispered, "He's perfect, Armitage."

 

[Ritsuka]

Apollo's eyes went wide as the large 1 inch bullet from a Colt Single-action No. 2 Elephant gun* was shot from a point blank range. This not only blew away most of his shoulder in a loud blast, it also knocked the man out cold.

While knocked out he could see his own young life flashing before his eyes. As a child playing by himself because of the job in prostitution his mother had taken on, having a mother who was addicted to Opium, having to work the streets at fourteen till his mothers death on his twentieth birthday in the previous year. All of his life seemed to revolve around that wench, what that woman had made him do.

He trembled as he heard someone speaking to him for a moment, opening his eyes to see the outline of the figure, smiling a bit passing back out with a smile on his face. When he awoke again he was bandaged up quite nicely, laying in a soft bed. This surprised him as his bed was quite lumpy and not that enjoyable, however it took him a while to realize that he was still among the living shot up out of bed and onto his feet. This strength was temporary however his legs gave out and he fell back onto the bed dizzy. "W..where the hell am I!?"

* http://www.mek-schuetzen.de/Blueprints/Colt_single_acton_No2.jpg

 

[Laudanum]

A soothing voice came from the shadows, approaching the boy. The glare from Vincent's glasses giving him away before he'd stepped into the light. "I was wondering when you'd awake. Now now, don't try to get up. You need rest." Vince sat down on the bed and gently put his hand on the other's cheek. "Ah, but," he stood up, facing the bed, "where are my manners? I haven't introduced myself. I am Dr. Vincent Fawkes, and it is by my hand that you are still alive. Now..- Not now, Armitage! I'm busy with a patient! Ahem, will you excuse me one moment?"

He stormed off to the other side of the room, half-whispering and half-yelling at the stuffed bunny in his arms. "For God's sake, Armitage! Not yet, not yet. The boy's barely been awake for more than a minute! No, I'm not listening." He tossed the bunny onto a chair and returned to his patient.

"I'm so sorry about that. Armitage is.. well, quite impolite some times. Now where was I... Ah, yes, now.. You may have noticed, this quite clearly is not a hospital room. What hospital would have such lovely sheets!? What hospital, I ask you! Pardon me, I get carried away. Speaking of, I seem to have fixed you up rather nicely, and I haven't the slightest clue who you are! Now that I've introduced myself and Armitage there, who might you be?"

 

[Ritsuka]

Apollo lay there quietly, letting the man introduce himself scooting back to the resting position he was in before. "I'm Apollo... How did I get here anyway and why can't I feel my....." He tried to move his arm, trembling as he realized he couldn't move it. What really set him off was the fact that although it was wrapped up, his shoulder was basically blown off. "Holy shit!" He sat up quickly and began to panic. "Oi! What the hell is this!?" He looked up at Vincent with fear and panic in his eyes. "What happened to my shoulder!?"