Sunday, October 17, 2004

Apollion
Phase 5
Zero’s Redemption





The automatic doors of the Intensive Care Unit slid open, as Faye wheeled Zero out of the hospital. He was still pretty wrapped up, and his body was very sore. Faye had been taking care of him for three weeks while he was in rehab. During that time period they became very close, establishing a family type love for each other. She pushed him down the street, to her loft on the corner.
“This is your place?” Zero asked, looking at the large downtown building.
“Yep, after your father left, I just decided to start my own business,” Faye replied, as she swiped her keycard. The door opened, and they entered.
“So, what business do you run?” Zero asked.
“I run a bounty hunting business and I have young high school dropouts working for me,” Faye answered, as she pressed the button for the elevator to go up. The doors conveyed opened, and Faye pressed the top floor.
“I can’t wait to see what your place looks like,” Zero said.
“It’s not much, only the best place I have ever seen,” Faye said, with a smile. They reached the top floor, and Faye pushed Zero to the end of the hall, where she swiped her card again, to open the door to her loft. As soon as the door opened, the smell of roses swarmed around Zero’s nostrils. Green walls consumed Zero’s vision, showcasing a room full of vases and paintings. The green carpet was, mildly shielded by a few oriental rugs, with Faye’s name written in Japanese on them. Zero looked around in amazement.
“Faye, I would’ve never thought you to have the tastes of a wealthy person, when it comes to furnishing,” Zero complimented.
“Well, the apartment came like this, I just gave it some Faye juice, with the rugs and flowers,” Faye said, blushing at Zero’s compliment.
“I must see your bedroom, now. Please show me,” Zero pleaded.
“Ok,” She said, as she pushed him to her bedroom. Her bedroom was almost another apartment, when they entered; the cream walls looked almost edible, as if there was cream filling leaking off of it. Her king size bed, was neatly furnished with a white comforter, and a golden headboard containing her name written in Japanese. The bright lights surrounding the room made it look like heaven bottled up into four walls. Faye rolled him over to bedside, and helped him into the bed. The first thing Zero saw, when he laid down was the sky on a clear day, captured by the work of oil paint.
“Your home is beautiful, just like you,” Zero said.
“Why thank you, Zero,” Faye said, and took her shoes off. She got in the bed next to Zero, and hugged his waists softly. “My home is complete now.”

The Don sat at his large desk, patting his enormous belly with Tony and Danny at his side. Yodo came in promptly, for his meeting with the Don.
“Yodo, my friend, you’ve arrived. Do you have some good news for me?” The Don asked. Yodo bowed, and took his seat.
“Yes, there is some good news; I saw the target at a basketball game. I also saw his son, who looks exactly like him,” Yodo replied.
“Ok, now we must negotiate your payment for the job. What’s your price?” The Don asked.
“I want a million for every body,” Yodo said.
“So, two million is it?” The Don spoke, smoothing his shiny black hair to the back.
“There is more than two,” Yodo stated.
“He has several others, all girls. Five vampires, one half vampire, and a human; what would you like me to with them?”
“I will give you ten million for all of their lives,” The Don offered.
“You have a deal, Don-san,” Yodo said, and stood up to shake the Don’s hand.
“Call me Bernardo, capice, you are now apart of the family. Tony, get him a suit,” The Don ordered.
“Yes sir,” Tony said, as he ran his limber body out of the office.
“Welcome to the family, Yodo,” Danny said.

In a night club on Syndicate Ave. Julius sat on stage with an acoustic guitar and a cigarette in his mouth. He began playing a mellow tune before nearly spilling his guts to the crowd with a song he wrote. He spat the cigarette out, and his raspy voice that he inherited from Vicious began to sing melodically with the strums of his guitar. Julius had his Epiphone 1963 FireBird strapped on his shoulder and hanging down as he finished the song. After the last note was played, the band jumped out, and began playing. At the same time, Julius smashed the acoustic guitar, and started playing his solid red firebird. The guitar played a very vintage vibe, but somehow Julius got it to play heavy metal. Before the singing started, everyone noticed that Sindalla wasn’t there, so Julius jumped in front, and starting singing it note for note.

A man sat in the front table, drinking a cocktail, and peering at Julius through his corrective lenses. He observed how Julius played, and it seemed to have him hooked in. Vicious 2 was thrown out of the club for being drunk and trying to mosh with the elderly people. After the gothic song was over, everyone stared in a fearful aw, and the man in the glasses stood up, and clapped his hands.

After the show, the man caught up with Julius, and pulled him to the side.
“Hi, I’m Jerry, can I talk to you for a minute?” the man asked, swaying his blonde hair to the back.
“Yeah, sure,” Julius replied, being the humble person that he is.
“Your guitar skills are higher than anyone I have ever seen for you age, just how old are you?” The man asked, with his blue eyes staring dead at Julius.
“I’m twenty three, sir,” Julius said.
“Will you allow me to teach you?” Jerry asked, looking up at Julius from his short stature.
“Sure, will this cost anything?” Julius asked.
“Nothing at all, I just want to enrich your talent. After I am done with you, you will know how to play all instruments containing strings with perfection,” Jerry said, excitedly.
“When do I start?” Julius asked, as he began to join the girls.
“How about this weekend, bring your favorite guitar!” Jerry yelled out of his slender body, and ran off. Julius smiled as he left, following the girls.


Vicious 2 stood outside of the club, waiting for the band, when he saw a little girl with short red curly locks with hazel brown eyes, and dressed in a church dress. Vicious 2 stared at the girl and immediately went into a hallucination.
“Cindy,” He said, wearily, and he began to walk across the street. As he made his way to the little girl, a speeding car blindsided him, and he flew into the air. When he landed back on the cold unforgiving pavement, he looked up only to see Malkav holding the little girl up by her neck.
“You see this child, Bingo? Look at her, so sweet, such innocence; doesn’t she look quite familiar? Malkav said, with a sinister grin on his face. The girl squirmed, gasping for the smallest breath she could muster, but Malkav continued to deprive her of the only thing that could possibly be free in life.

Vicious 2 struggled to his feet, and popped his shoulder back into place. He pulled a chrome desert eagle out, and pointed it right between Malkav’s eyes.
“Let….her…go,” Vicious 2 said in a low tone.
“Don’t we sound like daddy?” Malkav said, sarcastically, and drew a casull from his leather trench coat.
“You’re weak, Bingo. I know what simple things that irk your bleeding heart. And now it’s time for our little friend to have her first and last experience with death,” Malkav said, as he held the gun to the little girls head. Vicious 2 leaped into the air, but before he could even ponder the thought of vanishing, Malkav pulled the trigger, turning the girls face into a crimson end. Vicious 2 fired the desert eagle at Malkav, who dodged the bullets, and shot Vicious 2 down while he was in midair. The silver explosive bullets hit his stomach, and one bullet hit him in his shoulder, just inches away from his heart. Vicious 2 landed on the ground, oozing large amounts of blood onto the pavement at which he just met. He began to bleed at the mouth, and before his vision blurred he saw a little girl with long blonde hair lying on the ground. Vicious 2 stared at the girl, and muttered something out of his mouth.
“What’s that, Bingo? Yeah, It was all a dream,” Malkav said, after hearing what Vicious 2 whispered. Malkav pointed the casull at Vicious 2, who was already fading away slowly.
“Now time to finish the job,” Malkav said. Vicious 2 reached for his gun that was nowhere to be found. A gunshot fired, and Malkav stumbled back, and fell through a store window. The gun fell to the ground, and Julius fell to his knees, screaming in fear.

Malkav quickly got up, and came out of the store, still holding his gun, but this time, he pointed it at Julius.
“You little bitch,” Malkav said. Selena came out of the club, and ran to Julius’s rescue, before a man landed on the hood of one of the cars in front of the club. His hair was short, but long enough to cover his eyes, glowing a bright red. The marks on his body resembled a crucifix with an X over it. The same sign was branded all over his what seemed to be two silver 9mm Berettas.
“Who the fuck are you?” Malkav asked. The man walked closer showing some dark green highlights in his jet black hair.
“Oh, so its you, Ze….,” Malkav said, before he was shot down by the mystery man. The man walked closer and pointed both guns at Malkav, who stood there shocked. Malkav snapped out of it, and began to lift his gun up, but the man beat him to the punch with one single shot. The man walked closer, revealing a large mark on his chest.
“Bitch,” Malkav said. The man stared at Malkav, blankly, and his so called Berettas ejected an extra set of barrels, and the guns shot like a machine gun. The leather on Malkav coat flew every where like crow feathers, being ripped out of a pillow. Malkav fell back to the ground face first, and a stream of blood followed, seeping into the sidewalk...

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