Southernflame
Yesterday I had managed to spill coffee on a girl and then later find out that she was my mark and that the Senior Partner's wanted me to bring her in...and later that afternoon knocked her over at a restaurant. I was doing real good, I invited her to join me for lunch, she stayed for a little, but it got awkward quickly. She gave me her number, which was a good thing for me.
There was something about her, Willow, the redhead that was different, I was mesmerized by her...that or infatuated with something that I can't have, because she seems to be unavailable, both in the physical and mental capacity. She just seemed distant or something...I'm not quite sure what it is.
I woke up and looked at her number again, not like it had changed, I had already memorized it. I took a shower and got dressed into my suit and left for the office.
Once at the office I listened to my messages. I had a meeting with the Senior Partners again...not good...not good at all. As soon as I listened to the message I left my office and took the elevator up to the conference room. I held my breathe as I walked in, as soon as the door closed two rather large demons grabbed ahold of me, I tried fighting back...although it was no use.
"Mr. McDonald, we were told that you had an encounter with your mark and failed to bring her in...you do know that we don't appreciate failure? Yes?" said the voice in the dark.
I felt a blow to my stomach, "Ughhh..." was the moan that came out of my mouth. "Yes sir, I did. She's a bit hesitant to ope-" Another hit to my chest, it knocked the wind out of me. "I...ugh..." I started to say, but was slowly getting air back into my lungs. "I'm working on it sir, I will not let the firm down." I said as I felt more blows landing onto my torso.
"This is just a reminder"
"Yes sir." I replied feeling more blows I had already lost count after 27...and now I was at these animal's mercy. The hits were coming harder and faster now, the good thing was that I was starting to lose pain in my body...my head jerked back as I felt the uppercut hit my chin. Another punch and I tasted my own blood. I spit out the blood in my mouth and my arms were released. I sagged a bit under my own weight, my own body betraying me.
"Get out of here."
"Yessir" I mumbled as I stumbled out of the office.
The secretary looked at me shocked, but didn't say anything, not that I can blame her...she knew what was going to happen. I was lucky to be alive. I walked downstairs, stopping midflight and falling down the rest of the stairs until I was at the bottom, I laid in a heap of blood, bones, sore muscles...and god know's what else. It hurt...it hurt like a bitch. I stayed on the ground for a good 10 minutes, afraid that I'd never be able to get back up. I did manage to get back to my feet and finish the walk to my office. I closed my door and collapsed in my chair...
I must have passed out, because 3 hours later I woke up and looked at the clock it was about 11:30 in the afternoon now. I grabbed the first aid kit from the secretary and walked into the bathroom, geez. I looked like hell, I had dried blood on my lip. I grabbed some alcohol wipes and got rid of the blood, it worked, but there was a pretty good size split in my lip, lucky there wasn't any visible bruises. I was scared to lift my shirt up, afraid to see the actual damage.
I sucked in a breathe of air and lifted my shirt. Skittles...taste the rainbow. That's the first thing that came to mind, I was all sorts of different colored, I had bruises that were every color imaginable...for the most part. It hurt to fucking breathe...damn bastards got me good.
I straightened myself in the mirror taking a few deep breaths, causing pain to me, but I had to get over it...had to learn to hide it. I pulled my act together and adjusted my tie and walked back to my office.
I paced around my office, trying to be able to walk and breathe without wincing in pain, I was pretty good at it, didn't seem like anything was wrong. Nobody else would be able to tell. Lucky for me I was a hell of a liar.
There was only one thing to do...schedule a date with Willow. I picked up the phone and my fingers flew over my keypad...it was as if I had been dialing the number my whole life.
Ring. Ring.
There was something about her, Willow, the redhead that was different, I was mesmerized by her...that or infatuated with something that I can't have, because she seems to be unavailable, both in the physical and mental capacity. She just seemed distant or something...I'm not quite sure what it is.
I woke up and looked at her number again, not like it had changed, I had already memorized it. I took a shower and got dressed into my suit and left for the office.
Once at the office I listened to my messages. I had a meeting with the Senior Partners again...not good...not good at all. As soon as I listened to the message I left my office and took the elevator up to the conference room. I held my breathe as I walked in, as soon as the door closed two rather large demons grabbed ahold of me, I tried fighting back...although it was no use.
"Mr. McDonald, we were told that you had an encounter with your mark and failed to bring her in...you do know that we don't appreciate failure? Yes?" said the voice in the dark.
I felt a blow to my stomach, "Ughhh..." was the moan that came out of my mouth. "Yes sir, I did. She's a bit hesitant to ope-" Another hit to my chest, it knocked the wind out of me. "I...ugh..." I started to say, but was slowly getting air back into my lungs. "I'm working on it sir, I will not let the firm down." I said as I felt more blows landing onto my torso.
"This is just a reminder"
"Yes sir." I replied feeling more blows I had already lost count after 27...and now I was at these animal's mercy. The hits were coming harder and faster now, the good thing was that I was starting to lose pain in my body...my head jerked back as I felt the uppercut hit my chin. Another punch and I tasted my own blood. I spit out the blood in my mouth and my arms were released. I sagged a bit under my own weight, my own body betraying me.
"Get out of here."
"Yessir" I mumbled as I stumbled out of the office.
The secretary looked at me shocked, but didn't say anything, not that I can blame her...she knew what was going to happen. I was lucky to be alive. I walked downstairs, stopping midflight and falling down the rest of the stairs until I was at the bottom, I laid in a heap of blood, bones, sore muscles...and god know's what else. It hurt...it hurt like a bitch. I stayed on the ground for a good 10 minutes, afraid that I'd never be able to get back up. I did manage to get back to my feet and finish the walk to my office. I closed my door and collapsed in my chair...
I must have passed out, because 3 hours later I woke up and looked at the clock it was about 11:30 in the afternoon now. I grabbed the first aid kit from the secretary and walked into the bathroom, geez. I looked like hell, I had dried blood on my lip. I grabbed some alcohol wipes and got rid of the blood, it worked, but there was a pretty good size split in my lip, lucky there wasn't any visible bruises. I was scared to lift my shirt up, afraid to see the actual damage.
I sucked in a breathe of air and lifted my shirt. Skittles...taste the rainbow. That's the first thing that came to mind, I was all sorts of different colored, I had bruises that were every color imaginable...for the most part. It hurt to fucking breathe...damn bastards got me good.
I straightened myself in the mirror taking a few deep breaths, causing pain to me, but I had to get over it...had to learn to hide it. I pulled my act together and adjusted my tie and walked back to my office.
I paced around my office, trying to be able to walk and breathe without wincing in pain, I was pretty good at it, didn't seem like anything was wrong. Nobody else would be able to tell. Lucky for me I was a hell of a liar.
There was only one thing to do...schedule a date with Willow. I picked up the phone and my fingers flew over my keypad...it was as if I had been dialing the number my whole life.
Ring. Ring.