Mafia Conspiracy (1)
Chapter 1: First Meeting
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During the time when Mr. Obama is senator, when everybody is watching live feed of the Beijing Olympics, and when Justin Bieber is no one but a teenage boy from Ontario, Tokio Hotel is in New York.
New York. Yes, Tokio Hotel is now in New York, in the middle of a North American tour.
Bill has just finished settling down in his hotel room so he decides to go out for a walk and see New York City on a fine day. He wouldn’t want the sights of hundreds of girls in his concert tomorrow night be the first sight he sees. He wants to see New York from the point of view of a tourist, not a touring rock star.
He walks slowly looking around him, taking in as much sights as possible, but it still wasn’t enough. He absentmindedly crosses the street at a pedestrian lane. He let a lot of busy people pass him by, overtaking his steps of a stroll. Then, he was pulled back to reality by a loud and long honk of a car. The bumper of a red Ferrari hits his knees but the impact wasn’t that hard as the driver stopped in time.
Bill stood there, dumbfounded on what just happened. There, he sees a girl behind the wheels. She has dark eyes and long silky black hair that flows passed her shoulders. It was thick and wavy. She has thin lips that she bit as she stares at who she almost hit. Her slender hands are gripping the steering wheel. She has a porcelain fair skin and she looks so fragile like a porcelain doll. Most of all, she doesn’t look American.
Elyse was driving that red Ferrari. She stops in a jerk. The man she almost hit, he’s tall and has a beautiful face. He stood there staring at her. She was on her way to getting hypnotized by his eyes when she sounds her horn for the second time. The man runs to the side of the car, and hops on the sidewalk. “Mister! Be careful! I obviously can’t do it so it’s up to you to care for your own life!” Elyse shouts at him.
“Sorry!” Bill says softly.
The lights turn green and as Elyse drove away, she shouts to him, “See you around!”
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Night. Tom looks out the window. The city night lights, very beautiful. The streets are busy regardless of how late it is.
His brother is out somewhere, probably admiring a New York City tourist site. Gustav’s probably sleeping in his room. Georg’s downstairs eating at the hotel restaurant.
He’s the only one doing nothing.
He decides to go out and heads to the nearest bar and music venue.
There’s a long line outside to get in. He was supposed to line up but the bouncer somehow recognized him and called him. “Hey! Kaulitz! This way, man!” He said.
He enters the place and smiles his thanks to the bouncer.
It’s dark inside but there are enough dim lights to see his surroundings which are lots of people gathered around the stage waving their hands and bodies to the beat of the rock music the all-boy band is playing onstage. He heads to the bar; he’s the only one sitting alone there. The people there were either with a friend, or flirting with someone they just met.
Finally, when he thought he was going to be alone for the rest of the night, a girl with dirty blonde hair in a mini-dress sits beside him and says, “Hi.”
“Hello.” Tom says back.
“You’re not from here, aren’t you?” She asks in flirty tone.
“No.” Tom says smiling in a flirt.
“Is this your first night here in New York?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, you’ve chosen wisely where to spend your first night.”
“I know. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have met you.” Tom says and flashes his smile once more. He licks his lips seductively. At this, the girl smiles.
“I’m Kris.” She introduced.
“Tom.”
Right after introducing himself, a girl appears from behind Kris. She isn’t American but her accent is. She has an aura with her of pride, dignity, and superiority but mostly, she has an aura of the underground, dangerously seductive, you know the Lucy Liu type in Charlie’s Angels but Italian. He quickly shook the idea away as it was ridiculous. He noticed that she has long black hair that was tied up in a messy pony tail. From the looks of it, her hair is wavy and long, probably flowing past her breasts. She has dark brown eyes that sparkle in the dark music venue. He could see that her cheeks have a natural red and her perfectly shaped lips do too.
The girl who’s wearing a zipped up light brown leather jacket that matched her boots that were tucking her blue skinny jeans up to the knees, the girl who appeared from behind Kris, tapped Kris’s shoulder and when Kris turned around, the girl says with an evil smirk, “Hello, Kris.”
“Sunday!” Kris says nervously. “Hi.”
“Hi. You missed our 2pm appointment. What happened?”
“This is how fast you hunt down people? I thought I had a day or so.”
“That’s how I work, Kris. You can never hide from us because we’ll always find you. You can run but we’ll always catch you because we’re faster than you.” Sunday says. “So, what do you say? Settle our bill?”
“I don’t have money!” Kris shouts and runs out of the establishment.
“Damn that girl’s making my head ache.” Sunday whispers to herself and follows Kris briskly yet calmly.
Tom, feeling responsible for Kris, feeling that this might be a chance to play hero and save damsel, follows the two women. After all, what can a girl with an evil smirk do to him?
Outside, he witnesses the two women argue. Kris with her soft shaky voice almost wanting to cry against this girl he heard Kris called, ‘Sunday’, with a firm and threatening tone.
“Really, Kris? You’re wasting your time in a bar. That’s not what a person who has no money in her pocket would do.” Sunday says.
“I swear I can’t pay you right now! I only have six dollars in my purse!” Kris says. “Please! Please, let me go!”
“I can’t do that.” Sunday says.
“Then you leave me no choice.” Kris says as tears ran down her cheeks.
Kris reaches down her ankle attempting to pull out a pocket knife but Sunday’s faster than her.
Sunday pulls a dagger from her belt, kicks the knife from Kris’s hand as soon as Kris got hold of it. It flies and lands in front of Tom. That kick made Kris sit down on her butt but she stands up immediately.
Kris attempts to punch Sunday in the face but Sunday succeeds in dodging the attack and she kicks Kris in the abdomen.
Kris curls in pain. Sunday holds up her knife, ready to hold the knife against Kris.
She didn’t succeed though for Tom shouted, “Kris!” while he ran to pull Kris out of Sunday’s way.
He leaves Kris sitting in pain at the pavement and stands up again to face Sunday. He sighs. Sunday goes to Tom’s side, slashes his arm. Tom groans and holds his hand against his arm where the wound is.
Sunday is now facing Tom’s back. She was ready to attack again but she realizes that Kris is gone. She sighs and puts her hand on her hip. “My two fifty grand’s gone!”
“What?” Tom asks turning around.
“Kris is gone.”
“Oh.”
“Oh my God! You’re bleeding!” Sunday gasps.
“You did this!” Tom says back.
“Oh. Sorry.” She says. “You should go to a doctor.”
“I should.” Tom says. The sleeve of his shirt is seeping blood. “What was that about?”
“I’ll tell you some other time.” Sunday says and then she gives Tom her signature smirk. “…if I see you around.”
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