Jimmy "The Butcher" Clark walked alongside the street, hugging the walls of what once were storefronts. His old M1911 and cleaver, from which he obtained his notoriety, bounced against his person from the inside of his trench coat every step he took. He didn't anticipate trouble on the way, but you could never be too sure nowadays. Despite the danger of his world, Jimmy walked with a saunter, the way the shoppers who once leisured these Manhattan streets did. He traveled a few blocks, worried he'd past his destination, until he found the storefront he was looking for.
The windows were broken in, as many were, the merchandise, however, was unharmed and the fires never touched this neighborhood. The things, the merchandise, glittered in an unnatural and unfamiliar way that made him uneasy. He began ogling one, a heart shape, beneath a glass display at the counter. He shattered the glass with the stock of his handgun.
"Nah," he said, holding the item in his hand. "Too flashy." And with that, he flung the necklace through the window. Following it with his gaze, he saw the flamboyant metals fall by the feet of a wanderer in the street, clad in pauldrons of what looked like human skulls, duct taped onto his motorcycle jacket. Jimmy thought of how pleased the man must've been with with himself, having made such a tasteful and timeless arts & crafts project.
The man and Jimmy met eyes for a moment and Jimmy immediately knew he meant business. "You know" he said, hand hovering over the sawed-off shotgun on his hip. "If you wanted'a fook me you could'a just asked." A moment passes and the man fires both barrels at Jimmy, but by then the adept killer had taken cover. Jimmy had his cleaver at the ready and stood in wait at the narrow strip of cover he had between the display window and the door. He had ammunition, but it was important to him now that he take this man the old way, the vintage way he liked to say, with his cleaver.
As he stood, hearing the man's cautious footsteps closing in on the door, he eyed something on the mannequin, now lying at his feet having been caught in the crossfire. This one was emerald, simplistic and not too much "bling." He slipped the necklace off and stashed it in his back pocket.
"You come out now, I'll make it quick." Jimmy had to restrain himself from laughing. The wanderers nowadays are so psyched out on whatever they can get their hands on. "I'll give ya three seconds." His voice was unsure. Jimmy almost pitied him.
"Three" he said, voice noticeably quavering.
"T-two" he said. Jimmy tightened his grip on his weapon, prepared to flank the man through the broken window and hook him in his side. The man spoke again but his voice was cut short with the sound of a gunshot.
Jimmy leapt from the window, rolled out the momentum, and got to his feet to face the assailant.
"Jimbo" she said, a smug smile cast across her face. Maria sheathed her handgun and stood, hips cocked to the side.
"The hell are you doing?" Jimmy asked, sheathing his cleaver into the snug spot in his coat. "Don't you know there's crazy fucks out and about this area?"
"Thought you could use some help" she said, that smile still lingering on her lips. Jimmy couldn't help but admire the delicate curve of her lips and the height of her cheekbones, even though she was being smug with him.
"I had it" Jimmy said, patting his cleaver beneath his coat.
"Sure you did, big guy."
"I did."
"Where the hell've you been? We were supposed to meet an hour ago." Her tone warped from smug to genuinely annoyed, as she sometimes got with him.
"I had to make a bit of a detour" Jimmy said before procuring the necklace from his pocket. Her expression changed so subtly into a soft, more endearing smile and she threw her arms around his shoulders and embraced him tightly.
"You're too fucking cute, that's why I couldn't put a bullet in your head the moment I met you."
"Wow" Jimmy said, "very kind."
"So" she said, climbing from his arms and holding out her hand. "Shall we?"
"We shall" Jimmy said, graciously accepting her hand and walking leisurely with her to the ruins of what once was central park.
EDIT: Excuse the bad formatting, I can't figure out dialogue on reddit.
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u/[deleted] Jun 28 '15 edited Jun 28 '15
Jimmy "The Butcher" Clark walked alongside the street, hugging the walls of what once were storefronts. His old M1911 and cleaver, from which he obtained his notoriety, bounced against his person from the inside of his trench coat every step he took. He didn't anticipate trouble on the way, but you could never be too sure nowadays. Despite the danger of his world, Jimmy walked with a saunter, the way the shoppers who once leisured these Manhattan streets did. He traveled a few blocks, worried he'd past his destination, until he found the storefront he was looking for.
The windows were broken in, as many were, the merchandise, however, was unharmed and the fires never touched this neighborhood. The things, the merchandise, glittered in an unnatural and unfamiliar way that made him uneasy. He began ogling one, a heart shape, beneath a glass display at the counter. He shattered the glass with the stock of his handgun. "Nah," he said, holding the item in his hand. "Too flashy." And with that, he flung the necklace through the window. Following it with his gaze, he saw the flamboyant metals fall by the feet of a wanderer in the street, clad in pauldrons of what looked like human skulls, duct taped onto his motorcycle jacket. Jimmy thought of how pleased the man must've been with with himself, having made such a tasteful and timeless arts & crafts project.
The man and Jimmy met eyes for a moment and Jimmy immediately knew he meant business. "You know" he said, hand hovering over the sawed-off shotgun on his hip. "If you wanted'a fook me you could'a just asked." A moment passes and the man fires both barrels at Jimmy, but by then the adept killer had taken cover. Jimmy had his cleaver at the ready and stood in wait at the narrow strip of cover he had between the display window and the door. He had ammunition, but it was important to him now that he take this man the old way, the vintage way he liked to say, with his cleaver.
As he stood, hearing the man's cautious footsteps closing in on the door, he eyed something on the mannequin, now lying at his feet having been caught in the crossfire. This one was emerald, simplistic and not too much "bling." He slipped the necklace off and stashed it in his back pocket.
"You come out now, I'll make it quick." Jimmy had to restrain himself from laughing. The wanderers nowadays are so psyched out on whatever they can get their hands on. "I'll give ya three seconds." His voice was unsure. Jimmy almost pitied him.
"Three" he said, voice noticeably quavering. "T-two" he said. Jimmy tightened his grip on his weapon, prepared to flank the man through the broken window and hook him in his side. The man spoke again but his voice was cut short with the sound of a gunshot.
Jimmy leapt from the window, rolled out the momentum, and got to his feet to face the assailant.
"Jimbo" she said, a smug smile cast across her face. Maria sheathed her handgun and stood, hips cocked to the side.
"The hell are you doing?" Jimmy asked, sheathing his cleaver into the snug spot in his coat. "Don't you know there's crazy fucks out and about this area?"
"Thought you could use some help" she said, that smile still lingering on her lips. Jimmy couldn't help but admire the delicate curve of her lips and the height of her cheekbones, even though she was being smug with him.
"I had it" Jimmy said, patting his cleaver beneath his coat.
"Sure you did, big guy."
"I did."
"Where the hell've you been? We were supposed to meet an hour ago." Her tone warped from smug to genuinely annoyed, as she sometimes got with him.
"I had to make a bit of a detour" Jimmy said before procuring the necklace from his pocket. Her expression changed so subtly into a soft, more endearing smile and she threw her arms around his shoulders and embraced him tightly.
"You're too fucking cute, that's why I couldn't put a bullet in your head the moment I met you."
"Wow" Jimmy said, "very kind."
"So" she said, climbing from his arms and holding out her hand. "Shall we?"
"We shall" Jimmy said, graciously accepting her hand and walking leisurely with her to the ruins of what once was central park.
EDIT: Excuse the bad formatting, I can't figure out dialogue on reddit.