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“Fucking hell Vox! Do you really always have to-“ He couldn’t quite make out the words. A frantic blur of red.
“It doesn’t matter baby-“ The tallest of the men was trying to calm down the guy with a TV for a head that Alex had just watched kill 8 other people. Although people was a strong word for how they looked.
“Just a k-“ He was trying to make out as many words as he could.
The one with the TV on his head began speaking. A strange sort of glitch in his voice.
“-has seen you two fucking idiots and probably knows your names by now. I dont even know why you insist on comming here and being the fucking centers of attention!" He still couldn’t quite hear what was being said before the obnoxiously loud TV headed man walked up to him, pointing a gun to his head.
“Wouldn’t have to do this shit if you didn’t insist on putting on a fucking show!”
The same gun he just witnessed that ‘guy’ use on 8 other people. Loaded and ready for another round. Alex’s eyes unconsciously widened at the realisation that he was well and truly fucked. Wrong place, wrong time. And he only just landed in this hell scape!
He didn’t even know where the fuck he was.
"How much did you see, kid?" The man asks suddenly calm, raising an expectant eyebrow with an oddly charming smile on his screen. Something about him oozed serenity… manipulative serenity. Apparently a few seconds of silence wasn’t the correct answer; the tip of the glock pushed roughly against his forehead.
“I said, how much did you see?” A now unsettling grin on the screen. He was instantly drawn to the man's left eye, any rational sense left him. Maybe he was just hallucinating?
“Dollface.”
"N-nothing, I saw noth-" He couldn’t stop himself from speaking as he lied, trying to keep his voice steady and failing miserably. Well it was a half lie. He didn’t really see shit, heard however…
God really needed to chill with the bullshit today. At least give him a break. Even if it was to not stutter through his words! In his defence, it wasn’t every day someone point blank was going to blow your brains out! What didn’t make sense was the fact Alex was pretty sure he had already died.
Like literally just!
A deal gone wrong. It wasn’t the first time that it had happend. But never had it been to this extent. $3.6 mil was rather a lot though…
Inauthentic watch, it wasn’t, they were trading. Alex didn’t ask questions, he usually just transferred or stole the goods. He was a lacky and a goddamn good one considering how fucking young he was, that was its own help in of itself. He wasn’t even supposed to go on this stupid fucking deal in the first place!
But that didn’t matter as bullets rained down from all around the shady electrical storage place. He wasn’t even sure where they were or what this place was. His boss told them to scatter the warehouse, leave no one and get the fuck out, and he knew he fucked up by hiding inside an apprently live machine.
Electrocuted.
No one could have survived that, so maybe this was just a dream? Was this what death was, staring down the barrel of a gun towards a man with a TV for a head? Maybe the after affects of being electrocuted was hallucinating. Or something like that.
It was the only way he could make sense of it. Of this current scenario.
"Ok, kid. Here's the thing." The man, he thinks his name is Vox? Not that he overheard anything! Was this guy even a man…
Come to think of it, everyone looked a little more demonic than he was used to. Whoever it was, was speaking, the gun still pointed at Alex’s temple. Ready for the slightest movement to pull the trigger. Not that he hadn’t been on the opposing end of a gun before, but usually he wasn’t off his fucking face and not seeing reality!
"Either way, there's a bullet going through your pretty little head. And you know, I do love aquatic demons so count yourself lucky I'm giving you a few extra moments to explain yourself.” There was a manic look on the screen again, that of a crazed man. He wasn’t giving Auxilium any room to speak, apparently content to hear his own voice some more.
“Your answer is purely so I know how much effort I need to put into your death up, the coverup, whether or not I'm going after your family down here. You mean nothing, but if you have information you're much more valuable than just a pretty face, which means I'm gonna care a lot more about whether or not you actually die and how I deal with it." Jesus fucking Christ did this guy ever talk.
"Stop scaring the poor soul and just shoot him, imbecile." The gaudy red guy behind Vox says with a scoff and a roll of his eyes, stepping away apparently not caring what would happen to Alex.
Making his way over and helping the other guys deal with the bodies.
Or wait- he wasn’t really helping he was… did he just bite into one of them? Something was definitely fucking wrong with this dream.
"Alright, kid turn around." The guy instructs, making a circular motion with his finger. Alex wasn’t dense, he knew if he didn’t think of something fast he was done for.
Well, the guy had been complimenting him a fair amount. And its not like he had anything at all to loose. Despite his obnoxiously square head, the guy wasn’t awful looking. And he certainly wasn’t the oldest fucker Alex had ‘dealt’ with.
“We can do this nice and easy, or if you’d prefer-” He didn’t give Vox time to finish. Interrupting him.
“Why blow my brains out when I could blow you instead? Sir.” Something he could do. Something he had done before not only for some extra cash but to de-escalate situations.
Because if there's one thing Alex was fantastic at, it was rerouting older mens anger into sexual favours. And if the guy still had a lust for murder? Can't say Alex didn’t try!
“The fucks that come from.” The TV man had a confused look on his face as he sighed. It actually surprised Alex.
“Look. Kid im not into it, your really fucking young. How'd you even end up here? Being a fucking idiot?”
“I'm not a kid.” He warned. Not really threatening in the slightest.
“I’m 19. Not a fucking idiot.”
“Shit.” The Vox guy laughed a little. Moreso out of pity.
“I'm doing you a favour then right now. Aint no way a kids gonna last around here so turn the fuck around.”
And here lies a third and final mistake of Alex. This one, however, is up to interpretation. If he was going to die, again, it was going to be on his terms. And he managed to catch the guy off guard earler, if he could just do it again… prove he wasn’t just a fucking dumb kid-
"No." He says, holding his head up high and meeting projected eyes like he isn't about to be shot in the head by that psychopath.
Feigning confidence was what got him into the laundering business in the first place.
"I'm sorry?" The man asks in surprise, unfortunately not lowering the gun. Something was still very off about one of the TV head’s eyes, Alex couldn’t quite place what but it was definitely unnerving.
"I said no." Alex says, keeping his voice level and not at all petrified that this square headed weirdo is gonna actually blow his brains out.
"If you’re gonna shoot me you can look me in the eyes when you do it."
The man snorts, laughs almost villain-like, which was probably fitting with this guy’s demeanour. Then he nods. Head tilting to the side before he speaks.
"Fine."
Alex keeps his eyes open, looking dead at Vox, he was sure that was who this was. The gun clicks, and-
Doesn't do anything else.
"Fuck sake." The TV man mutters, stepping away from him.
A new man, fucking giant of a man sauntered over, that really was the word for it, apparently watching the whole scene play out as he gave a slow clap. Eyebrow raised above tacky glasses, in concern. Not concern for Alex.
"What's wrong amorcito?" He asks, purrs the words, not even glancing at Alex. Putting a set of- he had two sets of arms? around the square headed man's shoulders, feeling up his chest in the process.
"I'm not gonna kill the kid." Vox says, leaning back into the touch of the tall man slightly.
“He’s just-“ He let out a loud exhale.
“fucking-“ He pushed himself away from the taller man.
"What baby?" The other says. One of his hands briefly bringing a pipe to his mouth before inhaling.
"Just take him? Get Husker to keep an eye on him I dont fucking care." The shorter man grumbles, pushing past the other who lets out an exhale of pink smoke on the TV guy. Vox stops and Alex honestly thought he waa gonna shoot the fucker instead, but he began turning around to face Alex.
“Your name is Auxilium.”
The fuck did that mean-
His name wasn’t Auxilium? Was it?
He couldn’t quite remember. As if some sort of fog had apprehended his memory. His name. Was that really his name? Auxilium. It had to be, he wouldn’t just forget something as important as his own name.
“You good over there chico?” The tall man spoke to him, he assumed. The other had a rather unwelcome gaze on him, one that made Auxilium extremely uncomfortable. At least with the TV guy he looked a little funny and less menacing. This one however…
“Voxxy sure knows how to pick them, he's always been into fish, the freak. And pretty young things.” The guy walks over to him.
“How old did you say you were?”
Auxilium doesn’t dare make eye contact. He knew something about that other guy's eyes were off, he shouldn’t have stared at him down.
A forceful hand made its way to his cheeks, a firm hold on his face. Forcing him to look at himself in the reflection of the man's eccentric glasses.
That wasn’t what he looked like-
The hand on his face left and the man stood back up to his towering height before Auxilium could get a good look at himself.
"Come with me, seeming as Voxxy won't clean up his mess." He grabbed Auxilium’s arm with one of his own, one from the bottom set. An even stronger force than he did with his face and he could already feel it bruising.
“Fucking chill with the grip-“ He barely got to complain about the harsh hand on his arm before another slapped him even harder across his face. It felt as if a zap of electricity went through him.
“What the fuck!” The other's hands instantly left him, seizing up a little as if Auxilium had fought back. He was pretty sure he didn’t. Not that he would stand a chance against the tall fucker.
He did however, feel something run down his face at the impact, instinctively bringing his arm up to his nose to wipe it away. Blood, thick black blood.
That wasn’t normal. He didn’t have any time to think about it before the tall man was back in his face.
“Talk back to me! Fucking shock me! See where it gets you.” A warm sensation in his abdomen. The man drew back from him, a decorated knife poised in his hand. Covered in that same blood he wiped from his nose.
“Vox may have way too many morals to put a kid in a ditch, but I sure as Hell don't.” Auxilium fell to his knees, suddenly unable to keep himself upright.
“The fuck is this shit.” He tried to listen to the man mutter as he wiped the viscous blood off his knife. He couldn’t make sense of the words.
The last thing he heard was heels clicking against concrete, getting further away from him.