|Orly~! (maliciousintent) wrote,|
@ 2009-05-19 14:39:00
|Entry tags:||deceptive perception, horror, inspiration, josalynn, prompt, rp, writing|
Horror Prompt 19 - Gun
Prompt: Horror - 19: Gun
Fandom: Deceptive Perception
Title: I Didn't Want To Do It
Warnings & Ratings: R - Language, Violence, Blood.
Character(s): Josalynn Darklove & Reno Devereaux
Pairing(s): None though you could almost say Jozzie/Reno
Summary: Josalynn has tracked Reno down and tries to dissuade him from doing anything drastic. It doesn't work.
Word Count: 4,046
Disclaimer: Josalynn is mine. Reno belongs to a friend.
This was supposed to be a simple thing. Track down Reno and make sure he wasn't causing trouble for the Matriarch. Give him a warning and tell him that things weren't going to get any better if he didn't just get out of town and forget about the crazy vampire lady and her weirdo husband. Sure, he might get a bit pissed off, but this was for his own good. Plus, she didn't want to have him hurting anyone and her having to do something about that. It was something that she just couldn't fathom. Yeah, she'd been trained to take down the best of the best considering her station as a Darklove, but she wasn't about to try. She wasn't about to match wits, strength, and stealth with one of the boys she had grown up with and who had lounged about with her in the back yard. There was always a certain affection that she felt toward Reno that was somewhat different than that of her brothers. She could actually talk to him without feeling like she was about to be set up for a body slam or something of the rough-housing sort. She could be around him without feeling like she needed to kick him in the head, most of the time, but they always butted heads as they were both headstrong individuals who liked to have it their way or the highway.
But this wasn't the time for reflection on a friendship that was more odd than anything else. This was time for her to be calm and collected as she did her best to toss out the man before he got himself hurt. Claude Drake wasn't about to take his presence in the Matriarch's vicinity very lightly. In fact, if she understood correctly, Claude was going to assert his right to kill in the name of the Matriarch's protection in order to get rid of Reno Devereaux. Oh, joy. Not only did she have to try to persuade a half-insane ex-gunslinger to go home, but she had to deal with moody old vampires too. Wonderful evening she had planned. Really it was.
Josalynn stepped outside after having a few words with the First Husband. He was in the exact mood she thought he'd be in - grumpy and paranoid. Reno had been seen around the area quite frequently since the Drake Matriarch had been moved, but he had made no attempt to enter the building. Joz theorized that he was just taking his time and watching the movement of Claude's security teams. Once he'd found and opening, he'd let himself inside, that much was for certain. Her problem now was trying to decide just how she wanted to do this. She could simply slide into his car when it was spotted and have a nice, calm conversation with the man. It wasn't like he was expecting her to pull a gun on him or anything. At least, she hoped he wasn't. Besides, part of her job was to make sure that the Matriarch was well-cared for until after her coronation. Then, she was supposed to be heading back to Sanguis to be the happy little deputy that she'd been raised to be. Whatever...
Reno's car arrived at what had been described to her as the normal time and place. Even when he wasn't being all gunslinger, the man was pretty punctual with something he considered his job. She knew that was what he considered this. It was his job to right the wrongs in the world like some masked vigilante, but this wasn't television and he wasn't the Lone Ranger. Reno couldn't work with the team and so the team would no longer have him. Instead, he would be kicked out on his ass and expected to remove himself from everything he had ever known in life. He had been raised as a gunslinger and now... he was nothing. If anything, Josalynn's heart ached for him simply because she knew that he wouldn't show that pain to anyone else. He'd bury it down inside and try to drink it away before he'd ever let anyone know he was in pain. That was just the kind of man Reno Devereaux was. Committed to the end.
Jozzie walked casually over to the beat up thing that Reno had chosen to haul himself around in and opened the passenger door. Reno might have pulled his gun on her, but he didn't. If someone wanted to attack him, they'd have done it by now. Plus, her boots had made enough noise on the concrete as she walked over that he could figure out it was her. The buckles always seemed to make this jingle noise while she walked and she still hadn't realized it. He had so he always knew when to turn and walk the other way. This time, though, he didn't. Instead, he just kept his eyes focused on the residence in front of him and the guards as they moved. "Darklove," he muttered as he took a drag off the cigarette that he had lit up when the car came to a stop. He'd probably finish the pack before he did anything else tonight.
"Devereaux," Josalynn leaned down as she looked inside the car, but didn't sit down. There was something in the seat and she didn't know what she might find herself getting into. Could be food or it could be trash. Either way, she didn't want either on her clothes. "I think you know why I'm here, huh?" She asked the question casually. Maybe if he thought she was just here to chase him off, he'd get the message.
"Yup," Reno exhaled smoke as he spoke and flicked ash off the end of the cigarette and onto the concrete outside his open window. He didn't move, but then neither did she.
"You need to go home, Reno. You shouldn't be here." Joz sighed as she pushed everything that was in the seat out and sat down. To hell with clean clothes, "Hell, why don't you go to Lybvian or, better yet, Byron? Get as far away from these bastards as you can." She was trying to be as supportive as she could be. He was like family to her and she couldn't let him go without a fight.
Devereaux didn't move so much as he took note that this woman had decided to sit down in his car. She was going to ruin everything if he didn't get rid of her, but he had to have known that she was going to be sent to deal with him eventually. They were trying the passive-aggressive way of backing him off, sending a woman to do a man's job. Maybe the Council just didn't want him killing their 'star' Marshal. Stupid god-damned JD Darklove. Always the perfect one. Always the one they wanted to use. His family hadn't been disgraced like Reno's had. They lost their parents to murderers. His old man had done nothing, but taken the coward's way out and ruined his whole damned career. "Go home, Josalynn."
Reno talked to her like she was some god damned kid and she hated it. He wasn't all that much older than she was and, apparently, he didn't realize that she might be able to do something for herself now and again without her brothers to support her. "I can't," she shut the door of the vehicle and got comfortable. This might be a long night. "Since you like to cause trouble, I'm stuck being your new keeper. You did too good of a job to flat-out kill and you're too dangerous to be left to your own devices so I'm supposed to babysit you and make sure you leave the Matriarch and her husband alone. You're ruining my evening, Reno. I think you need to go home."
Reno gave an aggravated sigh as he tossed away the end of a cigarette and lit up a new one, "You have got to be joking, little girl."
"You call me 'little girl' one more time and I'll break your fucking nose again." Every single old man up in the temple called her nothing, but 'little girl.' It was like she wasn't supposed to be there. Didn't they fucking realize that she was an adult, capable of doing whatever needed to be done when called upon to do it. Then again, she wasn't really doing that right now.
The man laughed a bit and he finally turned a bit to relax back into the seat of the car. He still hadn't finished healing up from the last time his nose had been busted and here she was threatening to readjust his nose for him. How cute. Then again, Joz had always been a little funny that way. Too much of a boy to be a girl and never girly enough for the rest of the females to want her to play with them. Stuck in between two planes of existence. "You'll try," he mumbled as he lipped the cigarette in order to fish a brown-bagged bottle out from beneath the seat, "and I'll end up hurting you. So, let's not and say we did." He took the lid of the bottle and took a sip before offering it to Joz.
Josalynn took a sip from the bottle in order to be sociable. It burned the back of her throat and felt like fire going down. Must've been some kind of cheap whiskey then. Whatever it was, it felt like it was going to give her heartburn all night and she wasn't happy with that at all. Yuck. She sat quietly for a bit, pondering what else she could do to try to get the man out of here. Of course, one of the old farts up town would probably suggest that she use her 'feminine wiles' to get him out of there. Joz couldn't do that even if she wanted to. She barely knew how to really be a girl and then do it with Reno? She'd have to be desperate.
Reno's eyes had turned back toward the estate in front of him as he waited for Josalynn to speak again. It wasn't so much that he minded that she was here. Really, he needed the company. He'd been alone with nothing, but his own mind for so long that he'd started to feel like maybe he really was crazy, but it wasn't so bad with someone else around. She started to say something again, but he stopped her and spoke out of turn, "Have you ever believed something so much that you'd die to prove it, Joz? That's how I feel right now. I know for a fact that the vampires in there had something to do with the king's death, but I can't get anyone else to believe me. The Order just dismisses everything I tell them and won't listen."
Josalynn knew that feeling of being ignored. The Council ignored her even though she had ever single right that JD had. They always went through him for everything and it burned her up, but she knew that Reno's pain was entirely different. She wasn't going crazy because of hers and he was. "Nobody wants to believe that the two most noble families could be blood-thirsty killers. Nobody wants to change the way the system works because that would change everything. It scares people, Reno, and the people don't like being afraid. So what if you're right? What does that do for society other than starting riots and chaos?"
"It brings justice and justice is the path to righteousness."
"Don't quote old faith at me or you'll get it right back," Josalynn rolled her eyes as she leaned her head back against the headrest. "This isn't about what we believe anymore. It's about keeping order and sometimes the bad guy has to be spared in order to do that."
"When's the last time you prayed, Joz?"
"Huh?" Clearly, he was off in his own little world. They weren't kidding when they said he had gone off the deep end. One minute, they're holding a nice conversation and, the next, he's gone off on some sort of weird tangent.
"When was the last time you prayed to Justice?" He was on his third or fourth cigarette by now and the thought had just popped in there. They were supposed to be devout worshipers of the goddess Justice and, yet, those old men were letting evil reign as if there was nothing wrong with that. Maybe the faith had finally fallen away from the Order? Maybe he was the only one left that still believed and so that was why they all thought him crazy?
"Today," Jozzie murmured quietly. "I pray every day, you know that. I pray that the murderers of my parents, of your mom, will be found and struck down by her hand. I pray that you and my brothers are safe and guided by her. My standard everyday thing. You know that."
"Yeah, but do you mean it or are you doing it just because it's what you do every day?" He didn't know where he was going with this. All he knew was that he was going. It stalled her and gave him more time to watch the vampires for openings. He was so close and it was almost time. He'd take them all out quickly and then Justice would be satisfied. For all he cared, the devil could have him after that. It didn't matter as long as Justice was served.
Joz really had to think about her answer. Did she pray to Justice simply because she was supposed to or did she really believe. Something inside her did believe, but there was always that piece that was unsure. Why didn't Justice save her parents when they were ambushed? Surely they deserved that much for their service to her? Then again, maybe she was taking them to be with her? Maybe she needed them to go in that way in order to make their children strong enough for her will to be carried out. Oh, now she was confused. "Hey, where are you going!?" Reno had opened the door and stepped out of the car while he had her brain tied up in knots. He looked like he was prepping to make a move and Josalynn leaned over the driver's seat in order to yell at him, "Get back in here before they see you."
"I've gotta go now, Joz," he flicked his cigarette away and pulled a gun from his holster. "Justice needs to be satisfied."
"Reno!" Joz untangled herself from his mess and stepped out the door, "Don't do this, Reno!" Her eyes flicked up to the estate and she saw no guards. Something was going down inside and he'd finally found his opening or else they were waiting on him in order to take him out. She couldn't let that happen. "They're gonna kill you, Reno!"
"Not if I get them first."
He took slow strides forward and headed for the alleyway that separated the high walls of the estate's fences from the neighboring buildings and Josalynn followed. She wasn't about to let him go on some god damned suicide mission for a goddess that had done nothing more than demand balance and righteousness. Justice was providing order in chaos and keeping the innocent safe. It was not hunting down the seemingly guilty in order to shoot them execution-style.
He hit the shadows and she was right behind him, reaching out to take the sleeve of his coat in her fingertips just before he shrugged it off. She tossed it to the ground and kept on after him, wrapping her hand around part of his arm in order to stop him, but he had already come to a stop. It was as if he was waiting on something and it gave her time to think. "Put the gun away, Reno, and get back to your car before the bloodsuckers find you out here. Claude Drake has already told me that he's going to kill you on sight out of fear of his wife's safety. He has permission from the Order to do so."
He turned his eyes toward her as she said the last bit, "Permission from the Order to off a gunslinger? Isn't that one of your jobs?"
Okay, now he was just being an ass, "Don't start this shit with me. I'm telling you right now to get back to your vehicle and leave the area before I have to arrest you, Reno." She'd damn well do it too if it meant keeping him alive rather than killing him in cold blood.
The opening he had was missed because he'd stood here listening to Darklove's squawking rather than moving in on his intended target. Of course, it wasn't the Matriarch he was after anyway. It was Claude, but no one understood that. He was the reason Reno never could figure it all out. Claude was the one who had been the mastermind and the lovely Matriarch was nothing, but a pawn in a very bloody game of chess. "Arrest me?" He seemed insulted that she even had the thought. "You want to arrest me, little girl?" Reno holstered his gun and held out his hands as if to be cuffed. "I'd like to see you try."
Josalynn reached for his wrist and Reno moved quickly. Instead of her grabbing him, he was grabbing her and twisting that arm behind her back. His other arm came around her throat to hold her in place and he held onto her tightly though he did not choke her, not intentionally anyway. Joz struggled against the man, but he was bigger than she and he had the same training she'd had so he knew most all of the tricks that could be used to break the hold. He had her pinned for now.
"See," he muttered into her ear as she grit her teeth in pain, "You Darkloves are all the same. You think everbody's just gonna do what you say just because you are who you are."
"No, we don't," Josalynn was trying to find a flaw in his technique, a soft spot she could gouge, "I don't, Reno. I just want to see you alive rather than going to talk to a headstone."
Reno released her and pushed her away. He was tired of all this shit. It was now or never.
Jozzie tried to stand and put a hand up against the wall in order to steady herself. Reno turned away from her and she removed her gun from her holster and aimed it at her friend, "Don't make me do this..." She'd never had to shoot another gunslinger before and she wasn't about to start. Especially not with someone she considered a friend.
The man stopped briefly as he heard her click off the safety for her gun. In all his life, he'd never thought that Josalynn would pull a gun on him and actually mean it. Maybe she actually did this time? "You have to, don't you?" He turned back toward her to look her over once more and held up the letter that he'd pinched from her back pocket when he had her in the choke hold. "I've seen these before. Old parchment, the seal of the Order. They told you to kill me, didn't they?"
"No. They told me to stop you."
"You're still a bad liar, Josalynn," Reno crumpled up the envelope and threw it to the ground before looking back to the woman. She had fear in her eyes. Apparently, she'd never done this before. Killing was easy when you didn't know the person you were gunning down, but to face someone that you've known all your life and have their execution papers in your hand was something entirely different. He didn't have to be an illustrious Darklove to know that. "So, can you do it? Can you gun me down in the name of the Order? Will that satisfy Justice?"
"Justice will never be satisfied, you know that." She watched him carefully as she pulled herself back together. "There will always be evil in this world and so she can never be satisfied."
"A true believer knows this to be true and yet he strives to do it anyway."
"As is the way of the Order." Why did he feel the need to babble on about religious texts when he was facing the barrel of her gun? Perhaps he was looking for another opening? Well, she wasn't about to let her guard down this time. "Let's go home, Reno. Please?" If only he would listen. If only he would just do what she wanted instead of having to be the headstrong badass they all knew he was.
"The only home I have left is the one that's six feet under."
With that, he was done. Reno went for his gun and Josalynn reacted. She fired once in order to try to stop him, merely wounding him rather than killing him, but he continued. His tenacity, that Devereaux tenacity, was something to be praised. Even in the face of a dishonorable discharge and dishonorable death, he was willing to go on. A second shot echoed through the alleyway, drawing out vampires from the Drake's new home base, and the man hit the ground. There was pain, but it wasn't so bad. He could feel the warm gush of blood as it spurted from his veins. The second shot had ripped through an artery and was draining him quickly.
Josalynn found herself on her knees beside the man, propping him up against her and covering herself in his blood. There were tears in her eyes. Stupid, girly tears. She shouldn't be crying for someone who needed to be put out of their misery. He had gone off the deep end with his discharge from the Order, but, then again, everything he had said resonated somewhere within her. She believed, as he did, that what the Order had done to his family was wrong, but she couldn't do anything to right that. She had tried to reason with him and get him out of there before she had to do the unthinkable, but it still pained her to watch him bleeding on the pavement. "Call an ambulance!" She screamed at the vampire guards who were standing there gaping. She wasn't about to let him die.
"Belay that order," Reno muttered as he looked up at Jozzie's face. "You'll just have to shoot me again after they patch me up."
"I didn't want to do it this time, you idiot." She was holding pressure on the spurting wound, but Reno pulled her hand away. If he was going to die, it was going to be on his terms damn it. Rather it be a pretty girl shooting than some vampire or snotty-ass brother of hers. "Stop it," she hissed at him as he continued to pull her hand away from the wound.
"No," he was starting to feel light-headed, dizzy. "You stop. You did your job, little girl." No use being angry now, right? Besides, wasn't that all he was looking for to begin with? Death. Ever since he could remember he'd done nothing, but tempt fate and lived to tell the tales. He was too damn lucky for his own good and so now it was the little girl who was providing the end to the tale.
"I told you to stop calling me 'little girl," Josalynn muttered. She didn't know what else she could do other than sit there and watch one of her best friends die. "I'm sorry, Reno." There were tears running down her cheeks and she tried to wipe them away, but only smudged his blood in their place.
"So am I," he tried to squeeze her hand, but there wasn't any strength left in him to do it. Everything seemed further and further away. The only thing left for him to focus on was the face that he saw above him. Justice had come to take him and he was ready to be received by her.