Okay well because I might get told off by Nadia if I didn’t do this soon here’s another part of an originally short story I wrote HERE then I added to it HERE
And now I’m adding a third part right here below 
Not yet sure where it’s going or if it’s going anywhere more than this…to be honest I’m not sure what to even call it :S the title of this post is a rough attempt at a name but I’m still not sure.
Anyway here it is, make sure to check out the other parts if you like it as they are interlinked. Oh also give me tips, suggestions and criticisms, they really help 
1…2…3…4…5…6. “Six steps” Nate muttered to himself as he rested his forehead against the stone of the cell, he turned and pressed his heels against the wall. Across the walk ways and central drop a guard was checking cells, his torch flashed across Nates face and sent his mind back to the last night he’d spent at home.
It was just one more argument between him and his parents, except this time he’d ment it when he said he didn’t need them anymore.
The night was cool when he got out side and as the screen door cracked shut a last flash of light caught his eye. He was fifteen and full of fire, he didn’t care about school just the other members of his crew, in all honesty he’d only started hanging out with them to protect Carlos. But now, now they were more of a family to him than the people in that house and to see how they looked at him, how they reacted when they’d found his bandana…he didn’t need them anymore.
Nate reached the bars of the door and slid his hands slowly over the cool metal, he closed his eyes and smiled at his own memories, the bruises and cuts, the nights spent running through dark neon orange streets his heart pumping his muscles screaming for him to stop, waking up cold and stiff hidden in some drain somewhere just happy to see the dawn one more time.
He was the big white kid in a largely Latino area of Buenas Aires so things had been tough, either he had to fight to fit in or just fight because he didn’t. But when he was with his crew he was part of something he could do what he wanted, and he could look after little Carlos who had a knack for either causing or getting into trouble.
Nate turned and headed back to the wall.
“Stop your Fuckin’ pacing!” Danny growled from his bunk as he rolled over to face the wall. Danny was the man Nate would be sharing his cell and life with for the foreseeable future but that was the most he’d said all week.
Nate stopped at the wall and lent against it, staring at Danny’s huge back as it slowly rose and feel, the creases in his orange jumpsuit fading from sepia to black.
He remembered Trix and the boys he’s worked with in LA, they were a far cry from the crazy kids and gangbangers of home, those guys wore suits and drove fancy cars.
But underneath they were just like him, kids full of fire.
Behind his eyelids the glint of headlights brought him back to the cool night air on top of a multi story car park, standing with three other guys waiting for the car that was slowly circling up towards them.
The Headlights sent a flash of light that caught Nate’s eye, shielding his vision he looked across at the others, only Trix was looking back at him, smiling like wolf on the hunt. The others were tense and Maxwell who was incharge of this pickup shuffled his shoes making a scuffing sound on the tarmac.
He pressed his right arm to his side forcing the pistol holster into his ribs, it was a good habit to keep up, only once had he been caught without his gun and that was already one too many times.
Back in the cell Nate pressed his elbow into his side and then rubbed his face and slid to the floor, resting his head on his forearms as he crossed them over his knees.
In his mind he left the parking garage rooftop and was now sitting in a still room that was filled with the diffuse pink of neon. He was staring into the distance in a battered old leather easy chair as a thin trail of smoke drifted straight up from the cigarette in his left hand.
When the phone cut through the drone of distance cars he felt it in his heart as a sharp stab of shock. Recovering in the same moment he reached out and took the receiver.
“Yea…what for?…where…the girl?…huh, okay…let them know I’m on the way”
He put the phone down and got up in one move, grabbed his jacket from the bed and left.
It didn’t take long to reach the club a bouncer looming out of the darkness near the door let him by with a silent nod. Inside it was all low lit and padded in dark red and black, he was met by a worried looking Madame in a tight black suit and white blouse.
“It’s in the back here, it’s always a risk…but I try to make sure my girls have…protection, I guess it just went too far”
“Has anything been moved?”
“No we called as soon as it happened…they’re both still in there”
They reached the door at the end of a long hall. Nate pressed his elbow into his ribs he bit his lip as he felt the empty holster crumple into his side. ‘Damn’ he thought ‘hmm never mind this is just clean up anyway’.
The door opened onto a small luxurious looking room, centre stage was a large bed. To the right a young girl wearing nothing but some lace panties and garters stood looking vacant and scared as she rung her blood stained hands together.
By the bed lay the body of a man, the carpet was red but around the man it was a much darker shade and glistened as Nate entered.
“Hey Sweetie, what’s your name?” Nate said as he quickly entered and took a silk dressing gown that was hanging on the wall placing it around the girls’ shoulders.
The girl looked through him for a while and then with some effort focused.
“Mys…Mystery”
“No darling’ whats your real name?”
“Oh…sorry yea it’s Jenny…Jen…Jenny”
“Nothin’ to be sorry about Jen, your fine, now just come with me and let’s get out of here huh?”
“He was getting really rough, ya know?…and Ms Geena always says we aren’t to take that shit…so I just wanted to make sure he knew I was for real ya know?”
“Ain’t nothing to worry about no more. This problem is mine now not yours, you just get cleaned up and take the night off…you’ll be alright Jen…you understand?” He looked her in the eye as he led her back out of the room and ushered her towards the Madame.
“Give her a couple days okay?”
“Of course…what about him?”
“That’s my problem.”
Danny snored loudly as Nate once again got to his feet and started out towards the bars..1..2..
This time his mind went to blood, the thick red that was seeping into the red carpet, bloody cuts on his knuckles or the black shiny pools on the tarmac of the parking garage. He’d seen a lot of blood in his 43 years, looking out at the dark cells surrounding him he was sure he had more to see too.
He closed his eyes as he pressed his head against the bars. Maxwell was talking in a low murmur with a small sharp faced man from the other car while Nate scanned the surrounding buildings and looked across at the other two. He check his watch carefully, it wasn’t wise to move suddenly with these many guns around.
Things like this should never go over 20 mins and it was coming up on five already. Suddenly the sound of gravel scraping underfoot and a muffled thud drew his attention. Maxwell was standing stiffly and the little guy was half hidden behind Maxwells bulky form. The two seemed to be standing too close, Nate checked over at Trix and Delos they were looking back at him and each other.
By the time Nate saw the white glint of gun metal it was too late, the four men behind the little guy were already advancing and firing.
Two distinct impacts threw Nate to the hard concrete. Then the pain merged into one searing throb, his lungs went into shock and felt like they where collapsing. As his head rolled sideways he saw Delos fold backwards and Maxwell slump a glinting knife leaving his throat followed by a shimmer of dark liquid.
Trix was skidding over the car as shots rang out around him. Nate could only lie there as his vision quickly faded from pale green to a misty grey. All he could hear was the dull thuds of pistols being fired as his head filled with a piercing whine.
Nates vision started to tunnel everything was now grey as he watched Trix psych himself up while crouched behind the car, suddenly he sprang up and fired wildly into the blackness. Nate heard a distant cry and then Trix was down again behind the car pulling out a clip with shaking hands, but now they knew where he was and at this range a car was no protection.
Nate watched with a strange fascination as the door behind Trix exploded outwards, sending metal and bits of lining in a shower around him as Trix lurched forwards landing hard and still on the concrete. Silence returned to the roof, but the whining continued within Nates head.
After what seemed like an eternity of pain Nate felt something other than the burning ache in his chest. First he felt his left hand twitch. Then he felt a flutter in his stomach, his vision was almost entirely conical now but as the flutter spread the darkness began to recede. For a second he thought it might be less painful to just stay like he was and then with an animal like noise his lungs re-inflated.
The pain was unimaginable, it was as if his chest was all at once collapsing and exploding, while still groggy it almost felt like he’d split apart.
The Nate he knew was in pain, he was hurt, scared and wanted either to have died already or find someplace to hide. But there was another voice and this one was calm, this one was already pushing him back to his feet with his right hand and gripping the Glock 18 in his left, this one was telling himself over and over that he had put on his bullet proof vest before leaving.
The four men were reloading as Nate rose. One of the original five that had left the car was now lying on the ground and the little guy had his back turned.
His gasp had alerted them but none of them were ready. Nate began firing after the first step and didn’t stop until his clip was empty.
By the time he’d taken eight steps he was almost on top of them and all 33 9mm rounds of his extended clip has been fired, they’d not had time to fire one shot in return.
Nate drank in the moment, his body was trembling, his heart pounding the bitter taste of fear and adrenaline in his mouth, the air was cool and a faint smoke rose from the end of his gun.
Before him lay four bodies marked with splashes of dark red in the cold green flood lights. In the distance sirens howled and his chest still burnt with a thick unrelenting pain.
He let out a shout, an animal call mixed with fear bloodlust and pain. Falling to his knees and biting his jaws together until his teeth hurt, he spat curses into the stone and darkness around him.
Nate forced himself to open his mouth and breathe as the tension of the memory resurfaced in his jaws, his knuckles where white on the bars.
He couldn’t shake the thought, now every time he closed his eyes he saw blood, dripping, staining, pooling.
It had been a long night and the man from the club was heavy, Nate could feel the blood pooling inside the thick plastic of the body bag as he lowered him into the boot. When he turned to catch his breath it was only just in time to see a black figure emerging from the orange and red neon gloom with a bat raised and ready.
The swing was aimed squarely at Nates head and only just missed glancing the boot lid and sending a few sparks flying.
Nate swung his right fist up into the mans exposed ribs, he then thrust his left hand still open into the mans throat while surging forwards knocking him off balance and throwing him to the ground.
The bat bounced to the ground and skittered away with a light metallic sound. Nate stood over the man who was gasping and holding his throat.
“You…fuckin…killed…one of our boys!…you’ll pay for this..fuck stick”
Nate walked over to the bat and picked it up slowly.
“I’ll pay?…I’ll pay??! I didn’t kill your bosses fucking shit head low life asshole I just got the job of cleaning him up…and now you”
He stopped thinking, he knew this man would have killed him if he could, he also knew he had to get out of here and disappear, that was his job…he had to do it…he had to stop thinking.
The bat whistled slightly as it slid through the air and then it stopped suddenly with a sickening crunch.
Nate was in the corner of the cell pressing himself as hard as he could into the stone. The blood was gone, infact he felt numb. All that was before him now was time, time in this cell, time with himself…and time with his memories.
if I also want to do anything other than Xanga in the day…which lets be honest I don’t but I do need to.
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