Encounter in the windy city

It was a cold windy night in chicago.As well as rainy.Extremely rainy to be exact.Sean was walking down a nearly deserted street of Chicago.After a long night of clubbing and things which shall not be named.His greyish eyes looking serently about the dimly lit allyway.Hands with tattered fingerless gloves dug into the pockets of his tight jeans.With knees that were ripped up.Tattered jacket sagging over his left shoulder.Black hair with highlights messy and waving slightly in the wind.A smug shit eating grin stretching across his face.After all he so enjoyed nights like these.The rain came down on him,but seemed to hit an ivisible barrier and curve to it.After all he had to much fun this night to be mentioned in mixed or nonmixed company,and he just enjoyed the sound of rain.Also it was a nice damp night.Giving his body a feel as if he was truely alive.
"Hey fag"A gruff voice called to him.He turned around to see a black man in about his mid twenties a knife in his hand.A pretty long knife at that.In clothes more ragged than his and a beanie on top of his head."Give me all your money,or i gut you"He threatened sneering.Sean raised an eyebrow at this."Oh really now?Lets see this how you say fag kick your ass"Sean taunted smiling crookedly.Only enraging the man.Causing him to charge.Though he was to slow to beat Sean.Too slow and too unskilled.The man lunged with the knife aimed at Seans chest.Though he only side stepped,followed by gripping the mans writst hard.Iliciting a yelp of pain from him.As his wrist was twisted and the knife clattered to the ground.Followed by Sean pushing him back and delivering a strong kick to the mans stomach.Knocking the breath out of him.Then Sean delivered a blow to the side of the mans head.That did what it was meant to.Knock him unconciouss.Then Sean walked onward whistling the tune to a recent pop song.

Jaspers hair attacked his eyes from the strong wind making things hard too see as if the rain didn't do a good enough job with that it was whipping around to the point it seemed like he would be lifted away if a gust hit him just right. But none of this was going to bother him he had just been on a mission and took out two big time drug dealers pedaling crack too school children the thought made his stomach turn but knowing he put a bullet in both of there heads made the feeling subside.

Staring down at the cracked pavement he saw there was still some blood on his white shoes, this disapponted him they were one of his favorite pairs he was dressed up nicely with a silk shirt and a pair of tight fitting black pants. Nicotine filled his lungs as he smoked his last ciggarette on him which upsetted him knowing he didn't have enough money to buy a pack till he collected on his finished job. Up ahead he could barely make out what looked like a fight but his mind was else where and this didn't concern him in the least bit. As he closed the gap between the person up ahead of him he saw a larger man on the ground while the smaller one was still standing.

This didn't seem like anything besides a typical mugging gone wrong so Jasper just continued on his way but accidently bumped into the man with the girly highlights, grumbling under his breath he let out a gruff barely audiable "Sorry"

"sorry"the strange man said gruffly after bumping into him.Which didn't seem to do justice to bumping into him in the first place.He didn't want to just let this man walk off.He had a mysterious air about him.Something that made him seem deadly.So Sean still half drunk decided to follow the man.Curious of what his intentions around here was.Sticking to the shadows.Trying to make his presence unknown.Now he wanted to know what the man planned to do,and would find out for sure.

Jasper continued his walk and could tell there were eyes on him but for some reason wasn't able to locate exactly where they were coming from and this made him start to feel a lttile paranoid; it could be anyone from one of his many enemies or some punk just trying to make a quick buck. He quickly rounded a corner onto a small empty street except for one guy leaning up against his car, He was in a bad neighborhood where most of the windows were boarded up and it looked as if no cop had ever driven down this road but this was why he loved this street and why he called in home. He walked up to an apartment where it looked like the door was boarded up but if you pulled on it with some strength it would pull open this door was actually a sealed vault door that was about six inches thick and impossible to break or hear anything from on the other side.

Inside was pitch black until Jasper flipped a switch which turned on several rows of soft florescent lights, The room was a medium sized area with a couch up against the far wall and a bookcase full of old books and several weapons on the wall next to the couch. The walls were a dingy yellow and the floor was a worn and warped wood but it's simplicity was exactly what made Jasper love it.

Jasper sat on his green couch with his gun on his lap and stared at the door waiting for whoever was following him to walk in.

He followed the man still keeping to the shadows.Proud that he ws able to sneak in this half drunk state.Body seeming to feel a bit noodly.Though he had trained full on drunk before.Done pretty well against his mother if you ask him,and she was pretty damn tough.So he continued his stalking till the man walked into an apartment.Which was boarded up and dirty.So he decided why not just walk on in after the man.He was not afraid of the man.Though that could be attributed to his state of mind.So he did looking over the dibgy dirty room."Whoah this place is......hic.....dirty"Sean noticed hiccuping drowsily.Looking over th dirty room indiferent.Still a shit eaten grin on his face.

Raising up quickly Jasper got several inches away from the man who just barged into his house and blew a puff of smoke from his ciggarette in the mans face "Who the fuck are you ya little drunken fairy" Jasper pushed the man backwards and raised his gun equal to the mans face and in his most commanding voice bellowed "Turn around or there will be problems"

"whoa whoa no need to use violence"Sean slurred smiling."Though calling me a fairy isnt really nice.It hurts my feelings,but if you demand my name is Sean Collin.Though you can call me Deluge.Pleasure to meet you"It seemed some of the drunkedness had left him.Now he was more sober,and more serious.Still grinning though his eyes took on an ice cold look.Like that of a killers.Undetectable to most,but it was there.Murder in his eyes."So what kinda problems?You gonna shoot me dead?Like a thug?"He asked boldly greyish eyes boring into the mans eyes.Waiting for a response.

"You followed me to my house and walked in like you own the place I could put a bullet between your eyes and not lose a moments sleep over it." Jasper said this in a cold tone but he didn't truly mean it he wasn't one to kill unless he was hired or they were truly evil and this guy he seemed off but not that far away from the path of good. Ignoring the rest of the mans questions he lowered his gun and placed it back in the holster Jasper turned his back to the man and walked into his kitchen which was a god awful yellow color with cracked black and white tiling and a fan overhead that was missing a blade and made way to much noise when it ran and shoved in the corner was a small wooden table with a old rocking chair pulled close to it. Opening the fridge he pulled out two beers throwing one to the man still standing in the doorway. "How about you close the door and tell me why you followed me here?"

Closing the door Seans eyes wondered to the mans feet.Well his shoes to be more exact.Noticing something what looked remarkably like blood.Though he kept quiet about that fact."Why did i follow you"he wondered scratching the side of his face with his right index finger.Then popping open the beer and taking a sip of it."I dont know really.There was something strange about you.An air about you that i couldnt quite grasp.Though i do have to ask"to hell with being cautious."Is that blood on your shoes?"Now he readied him self.Water slipping from two of the vials of water on a belt.Under his tattered jacket.Incase the man decided to shoot at him.There would be a way for counter attack to be made.

"That's two million dollars worth of drug dealing scums blood." Jasper said in a slightly happier tone than he felt was neccesary when staring down at a stranger who had just rolled on into his house. There was something odd about how this guy carried himself that was just registering with Jasper the guy didn't even seem to care that he just had a gun pulled on him and who follows someone into a house while not really knowing there own reason behind it. "Listen i've had a rough day and i'm out of smokes which puts me in a bad mood anyway so why don't you turn around and stumble into another guys house Okay?" His hand was wrapped around the handle of his katanas while he casually sipped his beer with the other.

"Your outta smokes are ya"Sean inquired.Reaching around through his pockets.Pulling out a pack of cigarettes he bought for reasons he himself didn't understand.Well he always did crazy things when he was drunk.So this could be chalked up as one of them."Ive already done my fair share of stumbling around guys houses."Sean threw the man the pack of cigarettes."Though you could tell me more about these drug dealers.Sounds very interesting to me".Then Sean waited.Seeing if the man was in any mood to tell him,or if he would just try to carve him in half.Hopefully the first one though.Didn't need a confontation right now.His mind was hazy as it was.Then he took a gulp of the beer one hand in his pocket.Letting out a sight of contempt.

Quickly snatching the pack of smokes out of Sean's hand and pops a smoke into his mouth fishing through his pockets he pulls out a book of matches and lights his smoke slowly enjoying his first drag. "I don't talk about with work with strangers but how about you tell me who the poor chaps arm you clearly broke was earlier?"Jasper made his way upstairs on the old creaky wooden stairs that looked like they could collapse at any time nodding his head to Sean to tell him to follow. Standing in front of a large wall Jasper started running his hand over it and mumbling to himself "Where the hell is that damn switch"

"I dont know him.The guy just tried to rob me.So i broke his arm.Is that a crime?"Sean shrugged.Following the man up the stairs.Taking each step cautiously.Incase the stairs which looked weak and old.Broke under their feet.Luckily they didn't though.The room they walked to was dark.So all they needed was to flick the switch.Which the man seemed to have a little trouble finding.Since Sean wasnt the impatient type he waited.Arms crossed till the man found the switch.Still wondering what drug dealers he spoke of.Maybe he was involved with them himself,or he was hired to kill them.Maybe even an undercover cop.All of those possibilities only excited his half-drunk mind.Wondering if he could just convince this guy to let him come along.In his little mission or whatever.