Re: Twenty-Two to Life (Re-Opened)
Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2021 3:40 pm
Helvetica watched the beast stare intensely at Alonzo, who stood at her back like an animal trapped in a corner. The beast's eyes, she noticed, were intelligent and it held its form with purpose more deliberate than instinct. Calculating. Knowing. She could see the man inside the monster hide, pressing a finger to his lips. He'd attacked everyone around her, making Alonzo lucky to be in such close proximity.
But the question still remained: Who the hell was this guy?
Alonzo's grip on her arm tightened and the beast looked into her eyes as he said, "You've got yourself a deal, Mr. Devil." Then, he let go of Helvetica, but pressed the gun harder into her ribs to punctuate the unspoken command that she not move. So, she tightened her jaw and watched him reach around her to offer his hand to the beast like a proper businessman.
The strenuous circumstances, however, showed what caliber of businessman the younger Velazquez was. After shadowing his brother for years, he learned how the business was handled, what things were done to keep the machine running smoothly. So, when Julio went down, Alonzo easily and comfortably took his place.
Upon taking leadership, Alonzo felt that the slight from the US judicial system couldn't go unchecked. Emboldened by the weight of his new position, he decided to flex his power and make an example of Associate Justice Storm by showing him who made the demands and who held all the power.
He didn't consider the fact that Helvetica Storm took self-defense classes religiously and was every bit stone and steel as her father.
He didn't consider the likelihood of a supernatural attack from the inside of the compound, least of all that it would be Reizvolles. He didn't even see it coming.
And he didn't consider the tenacity of Chief Nelson and his team at the LAPD.
"ALONZO VELAZQUEZ! WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED!"
RBPD had the perimeter of the entire warehouse flooded with red and blue light. Standing behind an open cruiser door was Chief Nelson, speaker hovering over his angry, red mustache, grip tight and determined.
In the moment that it dawned on Alonzo that it was checkmate, Helvetica swept his feet from under him, moving her body through the loop of his arm. For a moment, the world was a gray blur for Alonzo, then it was knocked back into startling stillness and clarity when his back hit the floor and he was looking down the barrel of his gun.
Helvetica looked at him down the silver back of the weapon now attached to the straight line of her arm. The incredulity on her face was subtle, as if she could barely muster up a fuck to present it at all.
"I'm not a pawn to be bartered," she told him like she would a child first learning the permanence of abstract concepts like 'no'. "You can brush up on women's rights with your brother in a federal prison cell."
Alonzo glared at her and felt as if his eyes would burn away into lasers. He felt that the immensity of his loathing for the little bitch in that moment would make her spontaneously combust. But there she stood, and all he could think was who was she to be so high and mighty?
So, he snatched the hidden gun from his waist and fired. There were two shots. One flung the girl back onto the floor. The other felt like fire when it burrowed into his chest. Everything felt like fire as he realized he couldn't--
Helvetica gasped and lifted her hand from the puncture in her side at her lower rib. "Three hundred dollar...dress..." She continued to gasp and found that she couldn't breathe. It felt like her chest was being crushed and every attempt to pull air into her lungs was futile.
Just feet away from where she lay, Alonzo lay staring blankly at the dark, yawning ceiling of the warehouse up above.
But the question still remained: Who the hell was this guy?
Alonzo's grip on her arm tightened and the beast looked into her eyes as he said, "You've got yourself a deal, Mr. Devil." Then, he let go of Helvetica, but pressed the gun harder into her ribs to punctuate the unspoken command that she not move. So, she tightened her jaw and watched him reach around her to offer his hand to the beast like a proper businessman.
The strenuous circumstances, however, showed what caliber of businessman the younger Velazquez was. After shadowing his brother for years, he learned how the business was handled, what things were done to keep the machine running smoothly. So, when Julio went down, Alonzo easily and comfortably took his place.
Upon taking leadership, Alonzo felt that the slight from the US judicial system couldn't go unchecked. Emboldened by the weight of his new position, he decided to flex his power and make an example of Associate Justice Storm by showing him who made the demands and who held all the power.
He didn't consider the fact that Helvetica Storm took self-defense classes religiously and was every bit stone and steel as her father.
He didn't consider the likelihood of a supernatural attack from the inside of the compound, least of all that it would be Reizvolles. He didn't even see it coming.
And he didn't consider the tenacity of Chief Nelson and his team at the LAPD.
"ALONZO VELAZQUEZ! WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED!"
RBPD had the perimeter of the entire warehouse flooded with red and blue light. Standing behind an open cruiser door was Chief Nelson, speaker hovering over his angry, red mustache, grip tight and determined.
In the moment that it dawned on Alonzo that it was checkmate, Helvetica swept his feet from under him, moving her body through the loop of his arm. For a moment, the world was a gray blur for Alonzo, then it was knocked back into startling stillness and clarity when his back hit the floor and he was looking down the barrel of his gun.
Helvetica looked at him down the silver back of the weapon now attached to the straight line of her arm. The incredulity on her face was subtle, as if she could barely muster up a fuck to present it at all.
"I'm not a pawn to be bartered," she told him like she would a child first learning the permanence of abstract concepts like 'no'. "You can brush up on women's rights with your brother in a federal prison cell."
Alonzo glared at her and felt as if his eyes would burn away into lasers. He felt that the immensity of his loathing for the little bitch in that moment would make her spontaneously combust. But there she stood, and all he could think was who was she to be so high and mighty?
So, he snatched the hidden gun from his waist and fired. There were two shots. One flung the girl back onto the floor. The other felt like fire when it burrowed into his chest. Everything felt like fire as he realized he couldn't--
Helvetica gasped and lifted her hand from the puncture in her side at her lower rib. "Three hundred dollar...dress..." She continued to gasp and found that she couldn't breathe. It felt like her chest was being crushed and every attempt to pull air into her lungs was futile.
Just feet away from where she lay, Alonzo lay staring blankly at the dark, yawning ceiling of the warehouse up above.