What About Us Last Request

Celina Johnson – 13/06/2009 – 13:36 | Part 01

-Hey! NYPD! STOP!!,- Here I was again in the middle of some Chinatown trying to chase down some nobody for a lost cause. The persistent hangover from last night probably could enjoy this pathetic action sequence I was putting up as everyone or everything around me was either accidently getting knocked down or shoved away by me, except my target of course.

-(Sounds of heavy traffic and random music from neighbouring areas),- At least these noises made me feel like a fan of classics; no more like another rich superior or higher ups of this society who hides their insecurities behind those 'classics'. People screaming at each other, iPhones hanging by a single piece of thread, women slanging around like it's their traditional figure of speeches, some really ingenious scenarios of sex can be seen in almost every corner of the street and surprising amount of bullet castings in the playground led me to believe Frank's idea of respective familiar judgment can be true to some extent.

The guy was trying to get away with something he stole from some corporate bank manager's house; mansion actually. Having to chase after another thief wasn't how I imagined I would start my day with. After the incident with Frank, I needed some courage to face Violet. Dad hooked me up with some days off to clear my mind. Apparently it was a bottle from Channing Tatum's house accompanied by some pills which helped me pour my guts out at the apartment last night; I couldn't walk away. I didn't deserve to walk away.

-I said STOP you creep!!,- The guy I was after was also supposed to be a particular police officer; or a cheap joke. Depends on how you look at things here. I always wondered what the significance of the name red light district could be but the stunning red lightning, those robotic folks with their unlimited energy and electronic music running continuously in the background kinda gave me my own vague thoughts over my questions and doubts.

-(Accidently bumped into a guy),- Apparently another prime example of third level scum of the earth who was forcibly shoving up his penis into some street girl's mouth got taken down by my suspect. That little incident actually helped me get closer to him but being almost twice as agile as me he was able to make up for his mistake very quickly,

with the help of some cool moves and parkouring. I would say that I was expecting some crazy shits from them but honestly I was too naive.

-Damn these guys. Oh no; not into the fucking clubhouse,- Running past the victim Looking at the bright and low cost 'warehouse supposed to be clubhouse' I couldn't but think of how I used to spend evenings out in our local clubs in the hope to find that golden prince of mine..

<So I got inside the hellhole with my gun holstered>

-Instead I got myself tangled with that redhead sleek son of bitc... Stop fucking thinking nonsense Celina,- Everything had been going so very downhill with my life for the past few months that I couldn't figure out that my sense of judgement probably has given up on me.

As instructed by my natural instinct I went around in search for the actual bar there. People bumping into each other maybe with the intention to get personal for one night was nothing new to me but after all these times everything seemed pretty unnatural to me. Part of the reason could be the absence of anyone to back me up in case things go south.

Part 02| 14:05

After rejecting a couple of boys and girls along with almost a literal fighting, I finally ended up in front of the bar. With the unfortunate stuffs happening around me I couldn't have wished for anything to go easier but quite the opposite scene was waiting over at the little pub. The trivial retirement he got from the pathetic chase I was putting up resulted in him having some drinks. He must've thought that I gave up on the pursuit.

-Hey you! The guy in green jumpsuit,- I screamed as I aimed my S&W 5946 the regular standards at him. Or I almost did but right in the next moment pushing away my authorities the barkeep put his hand over the barrel of the gun. The grip was firm enough that couldn't even point the gun properly.

-...,- When I finally looked at the guy responsible for keeping me down, the first thing that came in my sight was that large yet wide finely toned chest. Then I comprehended the deep silence. As I looked up to actually get a look at his face, he verbalized the very non existence cause of the interruption. "Sorry Mam but the use of firearms is strictly prohibited here."

-What? I'm from..,- I couldn't finish up my defence line as he bluntly pointed towards a certification of his claim which was hung up on the wall. Oddly enough it was signed by some higher authority probably by the head of active security in the town.

-But... I see,- by the time our little understanding came to an end the guy in green was already attempting a run. "Oh! NO you DON'T!"

-...,- The silence from the barkeep somehow hit me again as my path got blocked by some drunk hood pricks.

-No. Not at this time. I DO NOT need this bullshit now. See, you wastage of fake testosterone... it's all for your fucking insignificant regulation,- It looked like somehow these words or something worked like a ignition for him.

-(Sighs)The pay doesn't even cover half of my efforts I have to put in here every day you know,- by the time he finished the line I felt a push of air as he did a vault over the counter. "Go. I'll cover your back."

-Ugh, Are you sure? Cause with all the stuffs happening I don't want another victim of self distinction.

-As a barkeep it's my duty to stop defenceless women from getting harassed here, I think,- It felt like his calm yet heavy tone backed up by those dead eyes offended me but that huge figure of his led me to believe that I should stop my meaningless banter and go with his little plan.

-Such a hardworking man. I wish I could help boost your pay here,- I replied while pushing through the crowds. As I turned back to check, the screams and swearing seemed to overpower the low frequency bass around the warehouse. But as much as I wanted to go back and check over the big guy, my target who was the cause of all these chaos already reached some sort of staircase. So without any further delay I dashed forward. The staircase was directed into the roof of this fourth class dance house.

I knew the rules about the usage of firearms there but if it was roof I was going for, then technically things shouldn't be concerned as a felony to the certified rules if guns actually come into play up there. I checked the magazine. Mine was standard 10- round; 9*19mm Parabellum.

Maybe this was how things were meant to be. I hated the way this show had started; and then things went slim to nil at an unexpected time. I thought I always liked to be the main attraction of events but now I feel like the spotlight is directed towards me all the time. And I don't feel so good about it; not with my actions being nothing but failures. The front row centre seat for the drama was given to Violet too after the incident. So I had to continue anyway, I guess. The job was there and I had to do it.