Noni coaxed her father's car into going past its limit. She knew she was going to pay for it later, but right now.. she couldn't be bothered with it. The falling shadows of darkness made the club's blinking neon sign a beacon and it made her squint as she fought to keep the car from jackknifing. Her lips moved as she muttered and prayed to herself, Luvvie's black metal flashing in the sparse light. She ripped open the back door of the silver car and kicked the fake backseat open. Within were at least twelve weapons: six rifles, and six semi-autos - all loaded and all new. She was against using other weapons, so her willingness to do so was a testament to the direness of the situation. She grabbed two of the semi-autos and a handful of clips. Then, she slipped noiselessly in through the blown out front door, her Docs squishing congealed blood through the grooves in their soles.
Even if he was untied, Andre wouldn't have wiped the crackling riverbeds on his face. He recognized the man, but not really. He had seen him once or twice. And he couldn't remember his name for the life of him. He felt as if he was doing a disservice by not knowing this. Mostly, however, was the sound. That was what consumed him. The sounds he heard. And the sight matching them. His brain struggled processing both things at once. But stored both for future use. Now, separately, he relived the moments in echoes. Nevermind him. He just saw..."Rico..." He remembered. His eyes widened remarkably, and feasted on the puddle and chair left behind. That chair stored a soul. One little piece of a young soul. It would never be the same chair again. And Andre would never be the same again.
The remnants of a disco ball littered the floor. The music still pulsed for no one. Like it hadn't realized the club had emptied. It was unconventional, odd. Everything looked like all of those people would come back any second. Ready to dance, ready to drink. Noni smelled blood right away, and it was in greater quantities than the unlucky fellow behind her. Like a ghost, she haunted the empty club. Like a shadow, she slithered along the wall, and soon caught sight of the bartender whose head was nearly shorn of by a bullet. But none of it looked familiar. Noir had been gracious enough to leave her a clue, and nothing in her immediate vicinity was it. Andre wasn't in the main room, he wasn't in a bathroom, he wasn't in a storage room. Chocolate brown eyes narrowed on a door that said 'Employees Only' and had a little sad face painted beneath it. She bit down on any thoughts of Andre's kidnapping. Noir wouldn't have ceased to tell her that. Trying the handle of the door, she found it locked. There was no hesitation in her pulling out one of the silver semi-autos and blasting the thing to kingdom come. She pulled it open, and it squeaked and roared.
There was more blood here, and the smell of it was starting to make her stomach churn. Normally, she didn't have to deal with it. She just caused it to flow, and left it for the cleaners. Her gun dropped from her hand as she saw Andre in the chair, covered in crimson, staring like a deer in the headlights at the gore before him. " .. shit.." It was more a whine, and held more breath than voice. But her throat was torn, so that was to be expected. "Andre..?" She hurried to him and stood between he and the blood; then knelt, pawing him, checking him over. She quickly discerned that the blood wasn't his.
Andre's ironclad stare rotated like a steady spotlight. He didn't once look to Noni. He instead looked down at his lap. It was the first time he'd done that. It was as if words had been amputated like Rico's hand was. They were gone. Completely disabled from use. His head hung low. He wanted his face hidden by his hair. His wrists were not bloodied or bruised. Proof he didn't move or struggle since the visit had even begun. His hair was dried into reddened chunks. As Noni patted him over, he acted like a limp puppet. Literally, he was motionless, emotionless, and speechless. Yet, he felt as if he was ready to burst. And his trembling irises showed that. The eruptive nature of green had a shimmer that was unexplainable.
"Thank god.." Such relief in her voice, someone else might think Noni didn't really speak at all. She kept a tight lid on all emotional outlets, but once in a while, they got out. She was grateful for being able to lose control on Tam. Her tiny hands came away from him covered in red, and she felt around his bonds for the knot. It was huge. And made of how many ropes - nothing she could untie without at least ten minutes without interruption. And that was something she didn't have. "Don't move." A rock hard command from the Assassin, though Andre really didn't seem like he needed to be told. She tugged Luvvie out of her sling, spun her around her index finger, set her muzzle to the knot. And fired. The bullet TWANGed off the floor, and her head flew back with the impact. With her free hand, she tore the ropes from Andre's body, and spat. The slug sounded like a bell as it hit the floor. She gave bite the bullet a whole new meaning.
Andre's eyelids winced. And like the limp puppet he was behaving like, he let his arms fall to his sides. They hung off the sides of the chair. But what he did manage to do was stand. He stood. And as if to reluctantly play the role of a grateful free man, he massaged his wrists. Yet those green eyes looked into the walls before him with a gaze that glowed that it looked anywhere but into that wall.
"Where did they take him." She returned Luvvie to her holster, and shook her head to rid her damp brow of curly bangs. Her ears were perked beyond their usual point, eyes paying attention to every last detail, including Andre. She was thankful for the fact that he didn't fall over, but this stony side of him was something she hated seeing.
He picked up the Polaroid off the floor. It fell face up, thankfully. Turning on his slow-moving feet, he stood upright. Towering over her, he held out the photograph. "Check my phone." Eyes finally looked to her. And in those green stained glass circle-shaped windows. Sunlight did not illuminate the glass. Something else did. Something unknown. And in that, he gave that to Noni. Finally, the glass proved true. And sobless tears fell down from the corners of his eyes. The tears mixed with the foreign blood. "His name....is Rico, right?"
Noni produced the picture Tam had found in her house, and once she took the one Andre held, she compared them side to side. Her lips pursed. 'Check my phone.' Right. Neither of these pictures held any such clues as to where she would find Rico. The video probably did. Her bloody fingers traced over Rico's face like it was the real thing. The progression of injuries in the photos was staggering. "Rico, yeah.." She pocketed both pictures, and looked up to find Andre crying. Her jaw finally unclenched, and her mouth gaped in surprise. It wasn't like she shouldn't have guessed it. "Oh my god, he made you watch. Andre.." Much like that other fateful night, Noni tried to tug her taller cousin into her arms to squeeze him tight. Half for his sake, half for hers. " .. I'm so sorry..."
Andre was pulled. He let himself plunge down to the tiny one that tried to embrace him. It took much force for him to show fondness. He usually was so affectionate. But he nearly felt as if it were unnatural to do such now. He was still in shock. If that's what one would call it. Andre found that name giving was too unfitting for a moment in time such as now. Like any true South American, however, that was not to last long. He finally let go. Whatever was built in the moments after it happened and now was torn down by the pressure. It was too much. And he gave his younger cousin a squeeze. Eyes remained opened. They bled colorlessly for Rico.
She laughed weakly. "I know what he's thinking.." Noni patted Andre's shoulders as she talked. She felt horrible that she, who knew Rico better, wasn't crying for him when Andre was. But maybe it was because she knew him better that she didn't. In any case, she couldn't have handled what Andre had. And she knew it. And the thing was.. Noir knew it too. " .. he's just waiting to die. He doesn't think I'm going to try and help him.." This was something she had been thinking about for the past hour or so. If Noir killed him, her last words to that little spanish idiot would be telling him how much she would love killing him. Her hands slid from Andre's arms and shoulders, and she tried to use the back of them to wipe his face clean.
The fields of wheat colored strands were stained with blood. He'll never forget the white of cut bone. And the color red against it. It would fill his dreams. His daydreams. Even his thoughts. The sound kept reverberating in his mind. It kept its own rhythm with no metronome. Gentilities, like Rico's hand, was sliced away. Round edges were now smoothed but with jagged edges. Something was lost in Andre that night. It was obvious by how different he seemed. He could probably be deaf to the once insufferable uselessness of Fio's bickering. It all would be naught. Nothing but nothingness itself. "He took it with him...." He looked to the door Noni shot open. "My phone's on the dance floor."
"He took it..?" Blinking, then following his gaze. She didn't know if he was talking about Rico's hand or something else. But it was probably the former. Noni gave his arm a hard squeeze and slipped back out of the room, grabbing her dropped gun on the way. The phone was lonely on the ground, and Noni squatted down before it, bringing it up before her eyes with apprehension. She flicked glances to Andre as she inspected it.
He followed after her in his own pace. What was the rush? Only corpses filled this fast lane of a place. He actually walked towards the DJ's station. He pulled the universal plug. And the booming pulse of the building flat lined. What was odd was that Andre's eyes seemed even more of a dead line than the silence. Vibrancy of green was remarkable in the eyes of a traumatized young man. He wasn't quite young, but he was nowhere near old. As needless as it was, he needed to say it. It had to be spoken. It took him one step closer to acceptance. "His hand. He took it with them."
"Thank god. I assumed he'd leave it as a tasty party favor for me.." Said more to herself than anything, and with any lack of remorse for the fact that that very incident had scarred her cousin. After all, she had made her decision. What else was there to care about. But.. "Andre, I'm sorry, I didn't.." Noni sighed forcefully and punched buttons on his phone, scrolling through recent texts and videos taken. She has no idea what she's looking for, but is pretty sure she'd know it when she saw it.
Windows flew open with technological excellence. And then through the picture al;lbum, the latest picture uploaded would definitely snag attention. It went from whacky photos of him, Fio, and Vladimir to a centerpieced image of a mansion. Andre crossed his arms put his head down on a stray table, arms over the back of his head. No sounds emerged from him. Only breathing.
Nostrils flared to help her suck in breath because her jaw had clenched so tightly. She knew that if she opened her mouth, something would come out of it. Noni grunted softly, as if in pain, her cell phone hand shaking. It was like she was staring down a dark tunnel, and this disgusting reminder of a photo was her light at the end of it - her beacon. " .. I have to.. bathroom!" She bolted for the ladies room, dropping Andre's phone with a clatter.
The clattering phone had his head rise. It wasn't startlement. Rather, a prompting reaction to such a thing. Standing slowly, he walked wearily to the dropped phone. Picking it up, and beholding the screen, he looked towards the path Noni took to the restroom. He didn't find the image familiar. Not right away. Instead, he kept his gaze at the screen as he followed the rocketing steps of his younger but talented cousin.
Having her hair pulled back already aided *very* much in the retching process. Noni had thrown up everything she had eaten in the past few days already, so all that was left was coffee, dry heaving, and blood left from her ripped up throat. Tears came from her eyes when she gasped for air, clawing at the handle to get the contents of the toilet to swirl away. She then sat on the floor, one hand on her mouth the other across her forehead. As Tam had heard not too much earlier, screams sliced through her voice box like an angry bear; muffled, but not greatly, by her hand.
His numbing reverie was given an end when panic came to his ears in the form of extreme emotion coming from someone who wasn't terribly extreme in behavior. This night was a stained night. A night stained with grief, scars, and blood. But it was time to ignore the self. And focus on others. Andre darted into a reflexively swift speed towards the bathroom. Thrusting a hand to swing the door opened, he ran inside. His cell phone was tucked into his pocket on locked mode. The screen would remain on that picture, no matter what button was pushed. His run slowed to a jog. That slowed to an observant walk. And then, he pulled the stall door opened where he saw sprawled legs. Some fallen curls clung to the white tiles of the bathroom floor. Falling to panted knees, he unbuttoned his stained shirt. Underneath was his black wifebeater. And that subtle smell of high quality cologne. "Noni...? Noni..." He couldn't compete with the screams. He instead kept it constant in hopes of somehow being heard. If he wouldn't be heard, he certainly would be felt. His hands reached for her shoulders. Most of the other moments like these, he would cry. Or even be repulsed by the vomiting. But the sight of amputation and surviving the such added resistance. Remarkable resistance.
It was like she was watching herself from above, Watching, wanting to change her reaction, but not able to do a thing. She wasn't the one that that was supposed to fall apart, she wasn't the one that was supposed to be hiding in a bathroom, she wasn't the one that was supposed to be crying her eyes out. All those people - they were supposed to come to her. She was supposed to be strong, and she was supposed to take care of situations with proficiency, stealth, and above all silence and intimidation. But Noni didn't have any of those things now, and she knew that she wouldn't have them for a very long time. She had forgotten Andre was there at all - why she had come here in the first place. When he touched her, she spasmed into an upright position, Luvvie drawn with the hand that had been covering her mouth. Her teeth were grit, and they were pink with the blood that kept coming up and that she kept swallowing. Her fingers performed the operations mechanically - push the hammer down, squeeze at the trigger. Until.. " .. A-Andre..?"
His own hand, though not proficient, was sufficiently stronger. It cut through the air, covering her hand to guide the gun groundwards. Eyes were slightly wide. It was frightening to be on the wrong end of the bullseye. "Noni. It's me. Calm down." They were orders. Clear. Firm. She needed foundation. And he hoped his clarity would give her some form of that. He gave a gentle pull at her fingers, hoping to undo her grip on the gun. If he didn't win that, he always had a more intimate grasp of her hand and the gun itself. He'd settle for that. Beggars couldn't be choosers in moments of emotional pandemonium. He was in turmoil, too. But somehow, he wasn't as bad as Noni was. It had something to do with that picture. He knew it. But that was all he knew. With any luck, he'd change that tonight. "What is that picture of? Why did he put it on my phone. I need you to answer me, Noni..."
"I didn't.. want to. H-he's, he knows..?" The ramblings of her words were cut by the rattling of Luvvie onto the floor. She shook her head at Andre's words, her hand in his shaking like a leaf. "He kn-knows, Andre.. why..?" Again, her head shook. " .. I didn't w-want his damn.. *job*.. Why is he d-doing this to me..?" Tiny packages always held the biggest things. She was like a nylon stocking: small, able to hold and cover so much, but at the slightest tear would go to pieces. Like Tam, Andre would get to see how much this delicate stocking had to hold, and how badly it was already coming apart.
Andre gave a snatch to the gun on the floor. He put it behind him, tucking into his waistband as if he'd done the action from the day he was born. He suddenly knew how to handle a situation he'd never been in before. Perhaps it was primal thought. Or reflexes. Or a mix of the two with a dash of common sense. Whatever it was, Andre brought both hands to cup Noni's quivering ones. The tile allowed him to scoot into view of her. Jade eyes were different, but concerned. They had a candied hardness to them, but still that soft translucence remained. Andre was here. And he couldn't put the pieces together. Not when he just saw a hand get cut off in front of him. "Noni..Tell me why he left that picture in my phone." He didn't want to give fake answers to questions he didn't know the answers to.
He deserved to be punished and completely dismembered for what he was doing to her Family, for what he was doing to her friends. Andre's comfort ignited a flame of strength deep in the shadows of suicidal thoughts, and Noni sniffed, blinking hard to clear her eyes of tears. She swallowed multiple times, finding it ironic that she was able to cry but not produce saliva. Her tongue tried and half succeeded to wet her lips. She cleared her throat, and swallowed blood. "It's the Montez mansion, where I-.. where Angelo.. was killed." She figured that answer would span over his question.
"Angelo was shot there. " Andre didn't know Noni's secret. And her error in speaking was forgiven and not suspected of anything too filthy. Andre stroked his thumbs across her tiny hands. Massive met small, and it was something he was used to. With a majority of female relatives, it was a way of life. Nodding softly, he stayed simple. To the point. His firm directness seemed to be relieving to her as he had hoped. "Can you stand? We need to get out of here, Noni.."
"He wants me to go there, he's going to kill Rico. He's doing it because he's jealous. I never wanted any of this, Andre..?" How does the saying go: don't count your chickens before they've hatched? "I never wanted to usurp him, I never wanted to kill people.. I don't like killing people.." Approaching the edge of another breakdown, but her words about Rico kept her grounded. Tam was right, he was going to go through anyone and anything to to make his point.. Staring down at Andre's hands, then up into his bloodstained face, she felt the first minute waver in resolution. But she needed to clamp down on those thoughts, otherwise... "We..?"
Andre only nodded her through. She needed a silent coach. Someone to hold her by the hand while emotional therapy was taking effect. She didn't need spoon feeding. He smiled as if he was newly washed. He looked like the millions of dollars under his name in his inheritance in that moment. "I'm coming with you. At least leaving here. I'm not leaving you alone here. And I'm not leaving me alone here."
It scared her when he said that. She didn't want him to be there when... Then a sigh of relief. "Right.." Noni had to smile too. After all, why shouldn't he see it? Why shouldn't he see anything? Plus, she had already leaked at least six gallons of salt water by now, and screamed her throat to death. How much more emotion could have been inside? Don't answer that. "Will you stay with Tamara at my house? She needs help taking care of Claude and my father.." She felt sick asking him to leave her like this, but she didn't want to burden him with any fraction of what she was carrying around.
Andre looked downwards a moment in thought. Eyes searched the floors as if they had the answers to a prized exam. And then, in the next moment, he looked back to her. "I can do that. But what about you? You're not staying here."
"I know that." A deep breath. "I'm going back to Montez.. I don't want Rico to die thinking that I don't give a shit." She should have treated him better, she knew. Even all that stuff he said about her face, which was now just a plain number made out of thin scabs, was completely obsolete.
He nodded. He just needed to know. Andre had to. Especially since objectivity was his only salvation from his own load of scars beginning to decay from neglect inside of him. "Alright. Come on.." And he guided her to stand. He held Luvvie in his waistband, focusing on getting her to her feet before handing her back the firer's fifth limb.
There was nothing for it since Noni knew she wouldn't be able to get to her feet herself. The weight of the night's upcoming events had begun to wash over her, and for some reason... she felt strangely weightless. Andre pulled her up without issue, but she gripped him to keep from wobbling. "Andre, do something for me, okay..?" She slipped her hands from his, one dropping to the side, one waiting for Luvvie to be returned.
Pulling the firearm from his waistband, he gently placed the weapon into her small hand. His strength was a contradiction to her frailties. It was a complimentary duet. One that was functional, anyway. A naked but strong arm was around her waist to give the proper support. That hand secured her to him enough for walking to be possible for the two of them. His other hand groped his back pocket for his phone. It was a habit, at this point. "What do you need?"
It was a reflex, that spinning of Luvvie around her finger before shoving her back in her holster. Noni, too, snaked an arm around her cousin's waist, giving him what she hoped was a comforting squeeze. "Tell everyone that I'm sorry.."
Andre looked down to her, blood stained face forgotten by the owner. And his brows were up. That caused the dried blood to crack. Some flaked off. Others remained in jagged jigsaw pieces of red on his skin. "Sorry? Noni, you've done nothing but your job. He's doing all this to you. He should apologize." His voice darkened. And lowered. "..With his life."
Noni snorted. "I.. yeah. But, please.. and talk to Tamara." Nodding, her curls, drenched with sweat, still bouncy.
"Alright." Andre walked them through the rooms. And onto the dance floor. He looked a final time to his dead friend of a bartender named Gerard. He remembered all the moments they had. And the time he gave a lap dance to him while he was still engaged to his current husband. Well, widower, now. And he looked back down to Noni. He didn't even notice his bloody face in the bloodied mirror. Blood was the constancy in this scene. It was all the same to him. "I will. I'll spread the word to the others. I'm sure Fio will want to know."
Noni laughed. "Yeah.. yeah, I'm sure she would. I'll drop you off at my house." She, too, looked down at the bartender with a pained expression. It set her gears in motion. "We have to hurry, come on." There was a flurry gentle sidestep, and she was out the door, the engine revving up a few seconds later.
Andre nodded to her. And when her speed had the best of him, he only smiled. That was the Noni he recognized. And he walked after her. It wasn't often he was in the same car as Noni. He secretly forgot of her driving personality. And in that, he buckled up.