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Guiding Way	By : LadyVenom Category: +G through L > Left 4 Dead Views: 1276 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Valve owns Nick & Francis and L4D the video game (and I make no money from them ) and any characters also created for Left 4 Dead.

Chapter List
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Note: Vulgar language warning (C'mon it's Francis and Nick; it'd be weird for them not to curse up a storm.) Also, some of the words in this are words that the characters use that we felt they would, not words that reflect our own opinions.
Lastly! This is Pre- Infection Nick and Francis, explaining their time in prison and how they knew each other and interacted.
Hope you enjoy chapter 2. I want to apologize for the slightly bad way they're arrested; it's a bridge we had to cross in order to get them into prison, which is where this RP was supposed to take place.

The next night, Francis found himself pressing his boot down on some guy's hand; another message needing delivered from Hell's Legion. He bent down, elbow on his knee, putting even more pressure down on the hand under his foot.
"My friend here really doesn't like it when you insult his mother. Makes him go crazy." He grinned. "And what's worse? He has me on his payroll. I'm a fucking cop."
Nick suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at Francis's tall tales.
Seriously, what is it with him and cops? He grumbled to himself. Must be some fucking kink or something.
"Listen, just pay up next time instead of trying to be some hero, okay?" Nick explained, leaning down to face level with the guy.
"After all, we both know what happens with heroes." He grinned. "They end up pushing up flowers."
The man gave a nod as he tried to get his hand free still. Francis shook his head.
"I don't think he gets it. Do you?" he asked, pressing down just a smidgen more. For all he knew, the man's hand was already fractured.
Or worse.
Nick looked back up at Francis, wondering not for the first time why on earth he was always stuck with this man Looking back at the guy he raised an eyebrow.
"Oh I don't know, I think he got it. Haven't you? After all, we know where you work, where you live, and what a lovely wife you've got." He explained dangerously.
"Oh man... Fuck, I forgot about her." Francis looked away for a moment, giving a slow smirk as he heard from below.
"Please leave her out of this. She doesn't have to know!"
I love my job.
Finally standing up and taking his foot off the man's hand, he gave a swift kick to his side. Standing back up, Nick straightened the lapel on his suit and lit up a cigarette.
"You always do that." Francis spoke, watching Nick light up the smoke.
He turned away from their most recent 'customer.'
"I know it's good but it's not that good."
Looking at the cigarette in his hand as he puffed out the smoke he shrugged, pocketing the lighter.
"I enjoy it, man's allowed to have his vices."
"Better vices out there." he attested. "Booze..." he counted on his fingers, "Women, Booze, and women. Easy."
"Hangovers, headaches, headaches and bitches." He replied back, ticking them off on his fingers.
Francis considered this for a moment before giving a nod in agreement.
"Mmm... True, true... but the bitches moan nicely. And most of them are nice looking. After you get rid of the clothes."
From behind Francis, a frightened voice was heard.
"..Can I go home now?"
Francis turned, scowling.
"Shut up!" He gave another kick, a crack heard shortly after.
Nick waved at the man in annoyance. "Stop fucking around man." He took a drag, thinking over what he had said.
"Yeah, okay that is a bonus at least."
"All they're good for anyways."
It wasn't true, he knew it himself. But certain company meant he had to keep up appearances.
"Who's fucking around?" he asked, turning back to Nick.
"Can't exactly live long enough to pay his debts off if you crack all his ribs, now can he?" he replied quietly, looking back over at the guy still on the floor, too frightened to really move.
"I just cracked the one!" He protested. "Man has others that work just fine."
He spat down nearby, having been chewing some tobacco. Nick waved his cigarette at Francis. "That right there is disgusting. How you can keep a woman around longer than one night after she sees you do that is beyond me."
"What? They do it too." He walked away from the man on the ground, suddenly plucking Nick's cigarette from his hand and taking a drag.
"..Fuck is this shit? Vanilla?"
Nick knew that pretty much anything he'd say in his defense would be met with ridicule. "Gotta have something to cover the taste of your stench."
Cigarette only halfway gone, Francis flicked it down and ground it out with his boot.
"At least I don't smell like a bitch."
"So only bitches understand soap?" He sneered, glancing back over to the guy and giving a flick of his head to let him know to get lost.
When the guy had scurried off, Nick turned back to Francis.
"Fuck, I own soap! I just don't use floral scents."
He began walking; glancing around to make sure no one had seen the 'transaction.'
"I don't either." He replied, but made a note to see if Beth's perfume was lingering on his clothes again.
"Yeah, you do." he snorted, turning back towards Nick.
"Know how I know? You always smell like a fucking pansy." HAH! That one's good.
Nick pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to stave off an oncoming headache. "Sometimes I wonder how no earth you can tie your laces in the morning."
"Fuck you." He retort angrily. He was starting to tire of Nick's bullshit.
Fucker's always gonna feel better than me.
"New bar opened up." he stated then. "Hear they got a pool table. Feel like hustling?"
The idea was a good one, but with Francis around he was always wary.
"Not going to start any fights, are you?" He asked, but already deciding he might as well. "Where's it at?"
"Down a couple blocks from here. Noticed it yesterday while taking my bike out." He ignored the fight comment for now, scratching his nose.
"Sure, I've got nothing else to do tonight." He decided, letting Francis lead the way.
"How is your bike?" He asked, remembering him complaining about something or other on it a while back.
"Fine. All fixed and fired up." He replied, looking either way before crossing the street. "Things with Beth okay?" he asked, glancing over to Nick. Seemed like the conversation this time through was going to be a bit more...civil.
Though how long it'd last was debatable.
Nick shrugged.
"Idiot left his fucking socks under the bed, she's getting careless." He replied.
"Disgusting!" He curled up his lip before shaking his head. "Fuck, you think she'd learn. Or he did it on purpose..."
He shrugged, patting himself down for his pack of smokes. "Who the hell knows," He replied, pulling out his own smokes, since Francis had used up and tossed away the one he had lit earlier.
"Starting to think I should cut her loose, but I think I'll do it slowly, cut off her credit first you know? Leave her at some place unable to pay with her boy toy." He grinned maliciously, "After all, I made her sign a fucking prenup."
"Fucking A." He nodded, before finally pulling out his pack of smokes. Quickly getting one out and lit, it hung from his mouth freely while he returned the pack to a different pocket.
"That's how it's done!" he laughed around the smoke before lightly tapping Nick's arm and nodding his head forward.
Two women walked along, arms linked, chatting. Both were dressed to kill and there were no other men in sight.
"Getting close to it now."
He nodded, taking a drag on the cigarette as his eyes traveled up the women walking by them.
"Good, wouldn't mind a good game."
"Keep a watch like usual." Francis stated. As the women walked, the taller man grinned. Damn those are nice asses.
"Hey. We're here."
He pointed to the entranceway the two women walked into. Nick looked up at it, taking it in as they entered. Not bad, not a club but that's fine. It's not a dingy bar that he usually drags me too either. Off in the back he could see a small archway lit from inside, the sounds of pool ball cracking against each other reached his ears. Hope I've got some willing ones...
"What drinks do you want?" he asked. "Buying this time." Only fair. You're working.
Either Francis was in a good mood, or he was in a good mood because he'd gotten laid.
"Whiskey, on ice." He didn't think they'd have any good scotch so he'd settle for that instead. Heading into the pool room he leaned against a wall, watching the people playing, checking out for anyone thinking they're good on talent. Francis went off to order while Nick scouted. Right now, the match was between two men, one of the women from earlier watching. She wore tight jeans and an equally tight, but stylish top. Her hair was loose around her face as she laughed while talking to someone.
One of the guys playing grinned over at her while she gave him a little wave. Soon after, he made his shot; the balls cracking loudly as the collided.
Impressing someone, that's always a good start...
Watching the game a little longer, he called out that he'd like to play him next, giving a little grin at the woman with him. After considering the well-dressed stranger, the man gave a smirk and a nod.
"Yeah, sure."
The woman raised her eyebrows, a small smile playing on her face. Intrigued. The rest of the audience gave some claps of enthusiasm.
Francis returned two beers in one hand, Nick's whiskey in the other. "Here. How's things?" he asked, glancing around and giving that same woman a grin.
Oh, the woman looked at Francis, but there wasn't a whole lot of interest there. More admiration of the tattoos than anything.
"I start playing him when they finish up this round." He explained, taking the drink with a sip.
Francis took a seat at a nearby table near the pool area, sitting his beers down.
It wasn't long after that, that the game started. Francis always did enjoy watching Nick work. It was an interesting game to see, and not just the pool game. He took a sip of a drink, noticing the woman standing up and excusing herself. He frowned, thinking for a moment while finishing up a beer. There were four empties on his table next to him by now. Standing up, he glanced at Nick to make sure things were going well. They were.
"Heading out for more. Want one?" he asked, keeping an eye on other things. He barely had a buzz going.
Nodding, Nick lined up another shot.
"Another whiskey." He called over.
The game was in its second run, he had already won the first one, and a fifty, this one was going for another fifty spot if he got it. So far the odds were in his favour. Giving a quick thumbs up, he walked back out into the main area of the bar, leaning against it, waiting his turn. His opponent didn't seem too flustered that he'd just lost a fifty.
"Tough looking friend you got there." he commented after Francis had left.
"Yeah well, he's not my friend but hey, not gonna tell him that." He replied with a chuckle, shooting another round.
Guy seems pretty relaxed for losing close to a hundred in just under an hour. Nick thought curiously.
Something's not right here...
"I hear ya." his opponent replied with a grin and a shake of his head.
"Damn. Missed..." He screwed up his face a bit in disappointment. "Really hoping for that one."
At the bar, Francis was still waiting. Apparently, a lot of other people wanted refills, too. He continued to lean, glancing around the bar.
Damn, lost her. Ah well.
The conman watched the game, feeling uneasy about the whole thing for reasons he couldn't place. That was an easy shot. He should have been able to make that.
Nick glanced around, looking for Francis.
Assclown should have been back by now.
Lining up, Nick kept quiet, looking for the right shot and taking it.
"Yeah. Two more beer and another whiskey on ice." he requested, getting out his wallet.
His opponent stood back, watching. As soon as the shot was successful, he glanced back towards where Francis had exited.
"Hey,"
It was the blonde from earlier, leaning against the bar beside him.
"Your friend's pretty good."
He glanced over, handing the bartender his cash.
"Hey." he smiled. "Ah, he's alright. Too cocky sometimes." He shrugged.
"You with that clown he's against?" he asked.
"Yeah, my boyfriend. He thinks he's this great player and he's really not." She explained with a roll of her eyes.
She smiled at Francis.
"So, you from around here?"
"Here? Nah." he shook his head, turning to head back into the pool area.
"Fuck, sounds like they'd get along. Two assholes who think they're good." He laughed.
She laughed, nodding.
"Nice tattoos, they mean anything?" She asked, eyeing the Hell's Legion sleeve.
"Thanks! Just a group I'm in. Some get it inked, some don't." he replied with vagueness.
"People tend to hire me to get shit done." he shrugged. "Hey, what's your name?" he asked, realizing he didn't know.
"Oh, call me Susan. So what kind of stuff do you get hired for?" She asked, looking really intrigued.
"Francis."
As they walked in, he sat Nick's drink near the man, liking how the game was going before he sat back down in his chair.
"Y'know, this and that. Fuck, me and my partner just finished a job before we came in! Had some debts that needed paying up and he didn't so I had to teach him a thing or two about deadlines."
He chuckled, taking a drink.
"It's pathetic seeing a grown man cry."
"Really...?Sounds like you've got quite an exciting life!" She sat down in a chair beside Francis, leaning in close.
"So what'd else have you done." She rested a hand on his leg.
Nice...
He shifted in his seat a bit, getting a tad more comfortable. That'll show Nick.
Taking another drink of his beer, he grinned, leaning forward a bit to rest his elbows on the table.
"Broke a man's rib today. Last week I fought of four drunken shits and yesterday I face planted a cop for giving me a ticket when I was legally parked."
"Shit you do it all, don't you? Your life sounds a hell of a lot more interesting than Roy's, that's for sure." She grinned.
"This guy with the rib, what'd he do?" She asked, curious.
"What's Roy do?" he asked, a bit curious himself before downing the rest of his beer.
"Tried getting out of the deal he made with my group of associates. Had to rough him up to give him a bit of a taste of what was to come if he actually ran."
'Roy' glanced over at Susan and Francis before making a shot and succeeding. He grinned, looking back at Nick before lining another.
"Oh, he's in sales." She replied, "Nothing fascinating." She explained.
"So these associates of yours? Pretty badass huh?" She asked, getting excited.
She rested her hand on his bicep as she talked.
"Are they called this?" She asked, running her finger over the Hell's Legion name.
"You really like that tattoo, don't you Susan?" he asked, before giving a nod.
"Yeah. So what do you do again?" he asked.
She smiled, reaching into her purse.
"Well, see it's a bit complicated," She explained, looking over to Roy with a low nod.
"Can't be that complicated. You seem smart." He complimented.
Roy looked over, seeing the nod glanced to Nick as he straightened.
"Thank you, that's very kind of you to say." She reached down, taking hold of Francis's wrist.
"But I'm afraid you're under arrest." She slapped a hand cuff across his wrist, grabbing his other hand and yanking it behind his back as she stood up.
Nick looked over, hand tightening on the pool cue.
"Francis what the fuck did you just do?"
"Fuck! I was just talking!" He answered, looking up at Susan sadly.
"Would it help if I said I was a cop?" he asked. "Because I totally am."
Roy moved as well, swiftly cuffing Nick's wrist and pulling it back behind his arm as well.
"Not just him. You're under arrest as well, Nick."
"THE FUCK DID I DO?" He looked behind him at Roy, then whipped around to stare at Francis. "THE FUCK DID YOU SAY?" He felt the cuffs clamp down around his other wrist.
Great, just what I fucking needed. Maybe I can post bail and get the hell out of here.
"You aren't a cop, and anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law. Not that I don't already have enough to put you away." Susan replied.
Francis thought for a moment.
"So you have to say anything I said in a court of law?" he asked, temporarily ignoring Nick.
Roy answered instead.
"He named you as his partner in a string of assaults. Real bright friend you've got..." he smirked.
"I'll be confiscating my hundred back, by the way. It's evidence."
"Nice try asshole, but anything you say that couldbe used against you will be mentioned. We've already had idiots try that tactic." She pushed him forward towards the exit.
Nick grumbled, staring over at Francis.
You are dead.
Francis grumbled as they got escorted out of the bar.
"That's what I get for going after a piece of ass you were looking at. Arrested."
He bent down into the car, shimmying over to the side furthest away from Nick. Roy just looked over at Susan.
"Flirted again?" he asked.
She shrugged.
"Gotta do what you gotta do to get confessions." She grinned. "Always works with these kinds."
Nick jabbed his elbow into Francis's ribs.
"You got us arrested because you wanted someone I smiled at?"
"Fuck off! She's hot." He retorted, trying to hit Nick back. "Are you telling me you weren't thinking about her?"
He shook his head, laughing as he got in the passenger seat, Susan driving.
"Thinking and fucking doesn't mean spilling your fucking guts to them!" He retorted angrily.
"Jesus is that the only way you get women? Tell them everything about you? Ever hear of keeping your trap shut once in a while or is that just fucking physically impossible for you?"
"She was asking questions! I didn't outright tell her shit! Just that we roughed people up a bit." He replied.
"God, you're such a fucking bitch sometimes, Nick! You're always telling me to talk up myself so that's what I did."
"...You always hear about how partners bicker like old wives but...you just don't expect to hear it." Roy commented, looking over at Susan.
Nick looked over to the front seat.
"Shut up!" Both yelled at their captors.
"I said talk yourself up, not tell them every fucking thing we did!"
"I didn't tell her everything!" He snapped, really getting irritated.
Ahead, Roy just smiled, enjoying this too much.
Turning away from Francis, Nick slammed back into the seat grumbling.
"How much will bail be set at?" He asked the cops ahead of him.
"Couldn't tell you. That's for the Judge to decide." Roy answered as Susan drove on.
Francis looked out of the window before lowering his head a bit in silence.
At the police station, both Francis and Nick were put in separate holding cells.
So long as he doesn't open his god damned mouth anymore we'll be fine.
While waiting, Francis paced back a bit back and forth before sitting down somewhat comfortably.
A good amount of hours pass before a cop came to collect Francis for questioning. They walked past Nick's cell; the tattooed man so much taller than the cop.
Nick just raised his head, watching Francis walk by. He almost wished he knew the man would be smart enough to keep his trap shut, but knew he wouldn't be.
"Take a seat," The cop indicated the chair, taking a seat himself as he read off a list of charges.
Francis sat down, listening to the list of charges, nodding here and there, giving a laugh at a few of them.
"Ever think those shits deserved it?" he asked the officer.
"No." He replied coldly.
Several hours later saw Nick being escorted to a new room to have his picture taken.
"Your 'friend' has listed you as an accomplice and in some cases, even the leader of it." The officer explained, handing Nick a placard to hold while his picture was taken.
If I ever see him again I am going to kill him. Nick seethed
After their separate trials, the judge stated there would be no bail posted after the string of charges both men had trailing behind them.
Francis was relaxing in his cell, leaning against the wall. The sleeves of his jumpsuit were rolled up to his shoulders, his tattoos for anyone to see.
"Got a new cellmate for ya Francis, so play nice you two." The warden said, waving over another guard with a man in an orange jumpsuit.
Nick stared into the cell and turned back to the other man.
"I think there's been a mistake, I specifically asked for a cellmate that has two brain cells to rub together."
Francis pushed himself away from the wall, his arms stretched out. Smirking, he cracked his neck this way and that.
You'd think he'd be pissed. He was oddly happy about the whole situation. His smirk widened as the warden replied to Nick.
"No mistake. Get inside the cell." He lightly pushed Nick into the cell.
Holding his bed sheets and pillows for his mattress, Nick stumbled inside the cell.
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