The Big Dirty: Marked
Title: The Big Dirty: Marked
Rating: R
Pairings: Gabilliam, Peterick
Word Count: 1067 this chapter, 7983 total
Summary: Chicago is ruled by The Big Four. A boss, a madame, an imports man, and the stock market king. Play by their rules and the world is beautiful. Come too close and they'll destroy everything you love.
Author's Notes: For kittygrenade's mob boss AU prompt way back on the ficlet meme. Series title from The Big Dirty by Every Time I Die. Chapter title and cut text from Marked by Bad Religion. I would like to apologize to fans of Thursday, My Chemical Romance, Bayside and Armor for Sleep.
1. A Gentleman's Sport ♠ 2. No Son Of Mine ♣ 3. Gotta Get Away ♦ 4. When Worlds Collide ♥ 5. Come Together ♠ 6. Keasbey Nights ♣
News spread through the city like wildfire that the Commissioner's son was missing. The son who no one knew the commissioner had before Friday night was everywhere by Saturday morning. Sunday evening found Pete and Patrick ditching their car outside of a friendly garage and picking up another, Pete driving slowly to a gingerbread house on a quiet suburban street. Pete pulled in and killed the engine. "You need to forget this place when you get back to your family, okay, Patrick? This is the only safe place I know has no ties. I need you to stay here and stay low, okay baby? I want to take you home, but I can't risk it just yet. The Syndicate is staking out your house, the garage, the hideaway. They don't know we're here. Yet. You're marked, Patrick and they'll try anything to find you."
"Where is this place?" Patrick asked softly, taking Pete's hand because he had nothing left to be afraid of.
"This is where I grew up."
*****
Patrick looked at the pictures on the wall, a family that matched Pete perfectly. Smiling faces and baby pictures, awards, degrees, accolades of all kinds. Pete's name on a diploma from a prestigious university. A copy of his first article was framed near a large bedroom. The house was still, quiet and had that particular aroma of being closed down for a long stretch of time.
"Folks are in France for the summer." Pete said softly, sneaking up behind Patrick as the boy read the article, a firm pair of arms wrapping around him. "That was the first article I wrote for the Times. It's what made them push me into a full time columnist."
Patrick smiled and leaned against him. "Pete? Do uh, do you want to sleep with me? Just in case, you know, something happens?" Patrick's voice was small and tired, and Pete suddenly felt awful for being the one who brought Patrick in.
"Yeah Patrick. We can sleep in my old room. But when the sun goes down we have to pretend we aren't here, okay? Anything suspicious and we're screwed."
"Just.. Stay close to me. I don't wanna be by myself."
"Hey, don't sweat it kid. I won't let the monsters get you."
"It's the mobsters I'm worried about."
"Don't be. I'm here. As long as I'm alive you're safe."
*****
"You let them go." Gerard said quietly. Michael stood next to his brother, silent as a grave. "You let them go. They fucked you around and you let that little slut and her friends go free."
"We didn't so much let them, Gee. The girls got the drop on us and the knight in shining armor over here wouldn't hit them back. Bitches took my guns. All of them."
"Shut the fuck up, Iero. They took this round, Gerard. The boy shot me in the arm, and Andie just missed Frank's lungs. I know it wasn't an accident she missed, Mikey. We didn't let them get away. They let us get away. They're warning us."
*****
Andie watched Frank with shaking breaths. No man had ever struck her before, and she'd be damned if some sleazy, greasy Italian shithead would be the first to do it and get away with it. She looked to Mixon, his eyes black with rage and went to him. She wrapped her arms around him, letting him lift her delicately off the ground as she pretended to sob into his shoulder, her cheek an angry red with a dark bluish square blooming under the pale skin. Mixon set her down and held her close while Nate slipped a gun into her hand behind the other man's back. Andie had taken a chance that Bob wouldn't stop her from going to her protector, the man who loved her enough to kill for her, and she was right.
In a flash, Andie turned, her arm straight ahead and the beautiful six shooter she favored was pointed at Frank's heart. Frank's guns were pointed at Matt and Andie, Bob's on Nate and Nate's on Bob. Victoria moved, jumping onto Frank's back and pulling his arms back, making him fire at the ground. Bob fired, striking Nate in the thigh and Nate returned fire, catching Bob through the arm. Andie waited until Victoria slid off to shoot, her bullet landing firmly in the flesh above Frank's lungs. While Frank lay shocked and in pain, Victoria took his weapons, wrapping them in her skirt and dumping them in the river. Andie snarled at the man before she pressed the heel of her shoe into the wound. "Tell you what. We're even for that little hitting me thing now."
She pushed down, stepping on the man's wound and over him, Mixon right behind her. The man stopped and leaned down to him. "She may say you're even. I don't. Next time even she won't stop me from claiming you."
*****
Bob bit down hard on the cloth Mikey held between his teeth to keep him from crying out in pain as Ray pulled the bullet from his arm. The arm that wasn't being held down by straps and pliers was behind Bob's head, tangled in Mikey's hair as he bucked and tried to get away from the pain. Frank was already laying on the bar at the Cantina, passed out with a combination of alcohol and pain, Gerard stroking his hair off his hot face and whispering comforting Italian nothings to the man.
"There." Ray murmured, trimming the ends off the suture thread. "Not perfect but the best I could do." The tall man was covered in blood from his chest down to nearly his knees, his hands red even after he washed them for a few long minutes at the sink. "What now?" He asked quietly, standing next to Mikey and pouring him a drink.
"Now?" Mikey asked. "Now we give those two a chance to rest. Tomorrow we'll find the kid. When we do, we kill him. These punks started something and we're gonna finish it."
Shoot Down the Stars
Rating: R
Pairings: Gabilliam, Peterick
Word Count: 1067 this chapter, 7983 total
Summary: Chicago is ruled by The Big Four. A boss, a madame, an imports man, and the stock market king. Play by their rules and the world is beautiful. Come too close and they'll destroy everything you love.
Author's Notes: For kittygrenade's mob boss AU prompt way back on the ficlet meme. Series title from The Big Dirty by Every Time I Die. Chapter title and cut text from Marked by Bad Religion. I would like to apologize to fans of Thursday, My Chemical Romance, Bayside and Armor for Sleep.
1. A Gentleman's Sport ♠ 2. No Son Of Mine ♣ 3. Gotta Get Away ♦ 4. When Worlds Collide ♥ 5. Come Together ♠ 6. Keasbey Nights ♣
News spread through the city like wildfire that the Commissioner's son was missing. The son who no one knew the commissioner had before Friday night was everywhere by Saturday morning. Sunday evening found Pete and Patrick ditching their car outside of a friendly garage and picking up another, Pete driving slowly to a gingerbread house on a quiet suburban street. Pete pulled in and killed the engine. "You need to forget this place when you get back to your family, okay, Patrick? This is the only safe place I know has no ties. I need you to stay here and stay low, okay baby? I want to take you home, but I can't risk it just yet. The Syndicate is staking out your house, the garage, the hideaway. They don't know we're here. Yet. You're marked, Patrick and they'll try anything to find you."
"Where is this place?" Patrick asked softly, taking Pete's hand because he had nothing left to be afraid of.
"This is where I grew up."
*****
Patrick looked at the pictures on the wall, a family that matched Pete perfectly. Smiling faces and baby pictures, awards, degrees, accolades of all kinds. Pete's name on a diploma from a prestigious university. A copy of his first article was framed near a large bedroom. The house was still, quiet and had that particular aroma of being closed down for a long stretch of time.
"Folks are in France for the summer." Pete said softly, sneaking up behind Patrick as the boy read the article, a firm pair of arms wrapping around him. "That was the first article I wrote for the Times. It's what made them push me into a full time columnist."
Patrick smiled and leaned against him. "Pete? Do uh, do you want to sleep with me? Just in case, you know, something happens?" Patrick's voice was small and tired, and Pete suddenly felt awful for being the one who brought Patrick in.
"Yeah Patrick. We can sleep in my old room. But when the sun goes down we have to pretend we aren't here, okay? Anything suspicious and we're screwed."
"Just.. Stay close to me. I don't wanna be by myself."
"Hey, don't sweat it kid. I won't let the monsters get you."
"It's the mobsters I'm worried about."
"Don't be. I'm here. As long as I'm alive you're safe."
*****
"You let them go." Gerard said quietly. Michael stood next to his brother, silent as a grave. "You let them go. They fucked you around and you let that little slut and her friends go free."
"We didn't so much let them, Gee. The girls got the drop on us and the knight in shining armor over here wouldn't hit them back. Bitches took my guns. All of them."
"Shut the fuck up, Iero. They took this round, Gerard. The boy shot me in the arm, and Andie just missed Frank's lungs. I know it wasn't an accident she missed, Mikey. We didn't let them get away. They let us get away. They're warning us."
*****
Andie watched Frank with shaking breaths. No man had ever struck her before, and she'd be damned if some sleazy, greasy Italian shithead would be the first to do it and get away with it. She looked to Mixon, his eyes black with rage and went to him. She wrapped her arms around him, letting him lift her delicately off the ground as she pretended to sob into his shoulder, her cheek an angry red with a dark bluish square blooming under the pale skin. Mixon set her down and held her close while Nate slipped a gun into her hand behind the other man's back. Andie had taken a chance that Bob wouldn't stop her from going to her protector, the man who loved her enough to kill for her, and she was right.
In a flash, Andie turned, her arm straight ahead and the beautiful six shooter she favored was pointed at Frank's heart. Frank's guns were pointed at Matt and Andie, Bob's on Nate and Nate's on Bob. Victoria moved, jumping onto Frank's back and pulling his arms back, making him fire at the ground. Bob fired, striking Nate in the thigh and Nate returned fire, catching Bob through the arm. Andie waited until Victoria slid off to shoot, her bullet landing firmly in the flesh above Frank's lungs. While Frank lay shocked and in pain, Victoria took his weapons, wrapping them in her skirt and dumping them in the river. Andie snarled at the man before she pressed the heel of her shoe into the wound. "Tell you what. We're even for that little hitting me thing now."
She pushed down, stepping on the man's wound and over him, Mixon right behind her. The man stopped and leaned down to him. "She may say you're even. I don't. Next time even she won't stop me from claiming you."
*****
Bob bit down hard on the cloth Mikey held between his teeth to keep him from crying out in pain as Ray pulled the bullet from his arm. The arm that wasn't being held down by straps and pliers was behind Bob's head, tangled in Mikey's hair as he bucked and tried to get away from the pain. Frank was already laying on the bar at the Cantina, passed out with a combination of alcohol and pain, Gerard stroking his hair off his hot face and whispering comforting Italian nothings to the man.
"There." Ray murmured, trimming the ends off the suture thread. "Not perfect but the best I could do." The tall man was covered in blood from his chest down to nearly his knees, his hands red even after he washed them for a few long minutes at the sink. "What now?" He asked quietly, standing next to Mikey and pouring him a drink.
"Now?" Mikey asked. "Now we give those two a chance to rest. Tomorrow we'll find the kid. When we do, we kill him. These punks started something and we're gonna finish it."
Shoot Down the Stars