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Gone Wrong	By : Faust Category: G through L > Leandros Brothers Series Views: 1124 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Gone Wrong
- 1
I glowered out of the darkness of the alley at the people swarming the sidewalk. I hoped to god that there were not this many people at night. That would make my job a hell of a lot harder. People tend to frown upon kidnapping and/or killing. But knowing Jack, he had already taken that into account when he had planned this. He also knew I hated staking out places. I growled and leaned up against the brick wall.
The building across the street was the intended victim, or should I say the intended victim was inside the building. I shrugged to myself. I reached behind my head and pulled the hood of my jacket over my spiky black hair and it hid the slightly tapered points of my ears. Nothing too bad that would freak people out, just enough for a few stares and that was something that I didn’t need. I also pulled out a pair of sunglasses that would hide my shiny bright golden eyes. Yes, I did say golden. Not yellow like a sunflower, but gold like a coin. If my ears didn’t make people pause, my eyes sure as hell would.
When I stepped out of the alley I looked like a hoodlum, but it was better than what I would look normally. Now, I’m not a big guy… actually I’m pretty damn short. Jack is always ribbing me about it.

“You’re suffering from short man syndrome Trace. It’s normal for men of your stature.” Jack lips spread in a wide smirk, something that raised my hackles. I flipped him the bird and huffed.
“And your point is?” I snipped. That only made Jack’s smirk turn into a wicked smile.
“No point really, just stating a fact.”

After four years of friendship I was used to his sense of humor. It didn’t bother me anymore. Well, not as much.
Anyways, back to my lack of height. I couldn’t see over the people moving on the sidewalk and I couldn’t pull out any creature feature moves, like the fact that I can climb walls and jump to the top of a building in a single bound. I remember once I had to carry Jack up a wall to make an escape and he was humming the tune from Spiderman. I shook my head at the memory and shoved my way through the people. Some were actually smart enough to go around me before I knocked them on their ass. I reached the curb and frowned up at the building. Jack had provided an article of clothing with our targets scent on it. I took a deep breath, tasting the air. The thing that had hired us told Jack that one of our targets was part Auphe; I could hear the disgust in Jack’s tone. Jack wasn’t a fan of the Auphe; he had a few personal encounters with them. Having his parents killed by the Auphe is one hell of an encounter. I’m surprised disgust is all I heard in his tone. Usually those that run into the Auphe and survive are scared shitless, stuttering over the name and shaking like a leaf. But not Jack, sometimes I think he has balls of steel or something.
The Auphe hybrid’s scent was on the air and I smiled. It didn’t smell bad to me at all, like it did to most monsters. Then I spotted him coming down the street. His hair hung past his chin in a shaggy black length and he had his hands in his pockets. I tilted my head to the side. He didn’t look Auphe, and I would know what an Auphe looked like. I killed a few.

I moved back towards the alley, not wanting him to spot me. I pulled a slim silver cell phone from the pocket of my jeans and called Jack. He answered on the first ring.
“Tell me you have some good news.” Jack’s voice was slightly breathless. I was instantly suspicious.
“What are you doing?”
“Running.” I could hear the sounds of people around him through the phone.
“What did you do?” But I already knew what had happened without him telling me. There was a reason Jack mostly handled the meetings with the clients and gathering information. Because he couldn’t shadow anyone worth shit and most times he lost the mark.
“I lost him.”
“Color me surprised.” I shook my head. “He will probably just come here, at least I hope so. I don’t want any surprises. Come to the apartment, I’ll be waiting in the alley across the street.”

I settled down and got ready to wait.
Twenty minutes later I spotted the other target, the one that Jack had lost. He walked serenely around the corner, his blonde head carefully surveying the street. Great, now he was suspicious. This one was sharper than the other.
He disappeared into the building and I was vaguely irritated with Jack. But that seemed to be my natural state these days. Perpetual irritation. If I were human I would have an ulcer by now.
Jack showed up a moment later, my pain in the ass partner in crime. His shiny brown hair squished underneath a baseball cap sporting the word ‘Loser’ in bold red caps. I agreed with it silently. His pale blues eyes regarded me sheepishly and he rubbed a hand across his mouth.
“Sorry.” He said. I let him squirm under my gaze before I grinned at him. I shrugged.
“It’s alright, turned out fine anyways. It seems your buddy came here.
I’m waiting until dusk, then I’m going in. I want you to stay out of the way…Actually I want you to stay out here.” Jack scowled at me, but relented. He knew his skills were limited, and they did not include killing. He sighed and dipped his head.
“Whatever.”

As dusk approached I started to get antsy. I couldn’t sit down, mostly pacing up and down the alley. Jack sat on a crate and watched me, or I assumed he watched me. Just because he was staring at me didn’t mean anything. He had fallen asleep with his eyes open plenty of times before. The client had told us that the blonde was the one to really worry about, that he was deadly with a blade and his skills were sharp.
I figured that I couldn’t just walk up to the door and ring the doorbell. Not that this building had a working doorbell or anything. I wanted the element of surprise, because even though they were mostly human, it didn’t mean that they couldn’t kill me like any other monster. The best way to get this over with was to climb up the side of the building until I reached their place and then phase through the wall. In case you are ignorant of the ways of a demon, meaning me, phasing is where a demon breaks up the molecules of its body and pushes through the ones of the wall. It hurts like hell and I didn’t look forward to doing it. Actually, thinking about it made me break out into a cold sweat. But I wouldn’t admit that out loud. I was too bad ass for that, a legend in my own mind. I nodded to myself and resumed the pacing.

Dusk came, its cold wings flowing over the city. I checked my weapons, my knives and the sword that was strapped to my back. I had a gun in a shoulder holster, but I rarely used it. I was old enough to remember when there were no guns, and I prefer blades. More practical, blades didn’t misfire no matter how hard you tried.
Jack was alert and watching the street. It wasn’t crowded like it was earlier, but some people still scurried back and forth. Both of the targets were still in the building, not having left all day. It made me a little suspicious, but there was nothing I could do about it. I jogged across the street to the building. Prior to this I had studied the blue prints for the building, making sure I knew where the room was and how everything was situated.
The brick was rough under my hands, my fingers and the tips of my boots finding purchase in the little cracks. Don’t try this at home kiddies. I was almost to my destination when I realized that I hated heights. I may be older than guns but I hated heights, go figure. I don’t know how that tidbit had slipped my mind; it sure as hell wasn’t a comfort when I was climbing the side of a seven story brick building. I tamped down the rising panic with a little effort and got ready to do the most unpleasant part of the job. Phasing. I took a deep breath and centered myself in my mind. Phasing isn’t magic or anything, just a force of will. The pain came as I used that force to pry apart the molecules of my being. It shrieked its way through my body as it wrenched itself apart. Holy Hell, I was NEVER doing this again. When the phasing was done I shoved myself against the brick wall, it felt like I was body slammed against the sidewalk. But instead of squish, I went through the brick, every part of my being scraping against it and leaving me feeling bruised and raw.
I emerged on the other side whole and shaking. It took a minute to resemble my thoughts, leaving me vulnerable. Good thing I was in an empty room. I glanced around, seeing a bed and a chest of drawers. Ah, a bedroom.

My knife was heavy in my hand, its blade gleaming in the light that squeezed under the bedroom door. I could hear someone moving around in the other room and low voices. I would have to do it quick so they wouldn’t have much time to react. Adrenaline pumped through my veins and it brought out a clearer picture. My body was going into a mode were I could move faster than a human. It’s a demon thing.
I opened the door a crack and peeked through. The black haired half-breed stood right in my view and it seemed like he was watching TV. I hit the door with my shoulder and in a blur I lunged towards the half-breed. I would have taken him down without him turning around. He didn’t see me and was too engrossed in the TV that he didn’t smell me. But out of the corner of my eye I spotted the blonde. He had a sword out and was moving towards me. I didn’t know how fast he was until he was right on top of me. I twisted in the air to avoid the sword; it caught the edge of my shirt and slit it open. By now the other had heard us and turned his attention. I hit the ground and rolled to my feet. I had never met a human that was this fast. Never, and meeting him unnerved me a little. I positioned the knife in my hand and prepared to throw it when the most unexpected thing happened. Unexpected and decidedly unpleasant.
A rip appeared in the ceiling and an eerie light shone through.

All eyes focused on the rip and two words escaped my mouth. “Holy fuck.” Very eloquent, appropriate for the situation. An Auphe had it’s head stuck through the rip and was leering at us in it’s normal manic manor. My bowels didn’t let lose, but it was close. Now, I’m a bad ass demon, capable of kicking anything’s ass, but the Auphe were freaky. Maybe it was their crimson eyes, the teeth, or their unhinged laughter. I don’t know, but when I saw the bastard I knew things were about to go south in big freakin’ way. The Auphe dropped from the rip followed by four more of it’s brethren. Five. My eyes skittered to the blonde and he seemed to be assessing the situation as I was. He glanced at me and there was a hint of irritation in his slate eyes. I shrugged my shoulders in response. The Auphe didn’t let us sit there long. Before I could really react, the blonde had gutted one and was currently trying to decapitate another. Blood was smeared across his olive skin and was matted in his short hair. I was wondering ‘what the hell’ but decided to ignore it and get in on the action. I took care of one, slicing him nearly in half and Auphe Jr. was even holding his own.
I didn’t realize how much noise we were making until Jack burst through the front door with a gun in his hand. I stared at him, frozen, pondering two things. What the hell was Jack doing here, and were was Auphe number five.
That question was answered when the Auphe dropped from the ceiling and landed on Jack. I watched the Auphe wrench Jack’s head from his neck with a force that sprayed blood across the room. And all I could do was stand there and stare.

I always figured nervous breakdowns were human things. A human thing because they hadn’t lived long enough to really know how to deal with the situation. But I was wrong. The world seemed to drop from beneath me and I was swimming in black. A mantra repeated itself in my head ‘ohgodohgodohgod.’
Jack had been fourteen when I first meet him, a bitter street kid. I raised him pretty much and he was my only family. Seeing his head rolling on the floor broke something in me. A roar ripped from my throat and I hit the Auphe in the chest, sending both of us hurtling through the air. Then I preceded to tear him limb from bloody limb. I wasn’t thinking during that time, at least nothing that could be called logical. It was like the hind brain kicked in, the animal part of me. I didn’t realize that I was an easy target for the people I had been sent to kill nor the fact that they were just staring at me in shock. Maybe they had never seen someone ripped apart? I really didn’t know and couldn’t have cared.
I came back to myself sitting in a pool of blood. It had soaked through the knees of my jeans and was spattered across the room. My hands were curled in fists and my breathing was scouring my throat. I wiped a hand absently across my face and I slowly stood.
Jack’s body lay were it had fallen. A bitter laugh escaped me and I was surprised at the sound. I always figured that Jack would get me killed, not the other way around. And he had been killed by an Auphe, just like his parents. What were the chances of that?
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