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To Belong	By : BringtheHawt Category: +A through F > Bioshock Views: 20677 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Author's Note: For people that want the angry sex, skip to the last scene!
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The afternoon rainfall had transformed into a sparse drizzle.
Elizabeth, still on her stool, still leaning close to the tall criminal's shoulder, watched Noah's face. He was partially turned away from her, staring down at Vincenzo's fallen hands with a nearly juvenile sense of wonderment - one akin to a child receiving gifts from Saint Nicolas. Though perhaps there was a touch of wickedness you wouldn't expect to see from a child.
Vincenzo was babbling in a painfilled voice: "God ... no! No! I ... I ... " The wounded man had fallen to his knees, holding the bloody stumps of his arms against his own chest as though he were trying to cradle himself.
Once the novelty of Vincenzo's spectacular mutilation began to dwindle, Noah altered his mental focus toward the magnificent female who was seductively hovering a matter of inches from his ear. She was a threat. An absurdly bewitching and dangerous threat. Realizations emerged and many, many questions plagued him.
Is it even possible to fully unveil you, Elizabeth? The Negotiator mused. It had took him months simply to learn her name ... and he only had that information because she chose to share it. Perhaps he'd never have any answers unless he found a tactful way of extracting them from her.
"Noah?" the beautiful, fascinating woman whispered, and hearing his own name called out in such a hushed tone at a nearly intimate proximity altered her presence from distracting to maddening. Reed turned his face toward her, fantasizing stealing another kiss ... and perhaps he would have, if he didn't spy mischief in her eyes.
"You're taunting me," Noah accused, smirking slightly. He was quite familiar with this game: provoke your victim until they make a damning decision. Reed suspected making a second claim of her lips would prompt a very swift, perhaps even fatal, retaliation.
Elizabeth smiled unkindly, lifting her free hand to pat his shoulder.
"I'm finished with Vincenzo," she announced insidiously.
Noah realized this was a subtle command. The clever girl was purposely attempting to demonstrate control over him ... perhaps to gauge his level of obedience.
Reed would play along. For now.
"Well, Vincenzo," the Negotiator smiled, aiming his gun at the sniveling, kneeling criminal, "my goddess demands death."
Vincenzo looked up at Elizabeth and Noah, displaying a pained, frustrated expression: "Fuck yeh both! ... See yeh ... fuckers in hell!"
The use of the term 'goddess' forced an unseen pause out of Elizabeth, and her smile vanished. She recalled a version of herself capable of soullessly destroying this ridiculous, schizophrenic city. She was swarmed with the memories of the events which could have led to the birth of a dark goddess: the mistress of flame. A birth that resulted from the loss of her hero, Booker ... from the hours of manipulative 'therapy' she endured from Comstock's psychologists, from the pain of the shock treatments that Comstock forced upon her. The version of her that would have become the prophet's destructive successor had been strong, had resisted Comstock's influence for months despite the endless abuse and the attempts at mental reconditioning but eventually she ... changed.
I'm not changing, she told herself, I'm simply painting my soul black. I have to protect Booker, and Noah will only respond to a soul as dark as his own.
Elizabeth watched Reed shoot his violent ex-subordinate in the temple, killing him instantly.
More images of Colombia erupted within Elizabeth's mind.
They were cornered in a alley. Elizabeth hid behind a barrel, nervous. But Booker ... Booker was so confident in his own violence and skill. He didn't even bother to hide - he shot at the four guards chasing them ... and it took only four bullets to end their pursuit. Elizabeth had watched the man with reverence: he was ... magnificent. Unstoppable. And he was doing all of this ... for her.
Noah had been looking at her as she again mentally drifted off. Her beautiful blue eyes were aimed in the direction of Vincenzo's corpse but they were clearly focused on nothing specific. The Negotiator finally decided to interrupt her thoughts.
"DeWitt doesn't know about you, does he?" Noah questioned with a sly smile, "otherwise you wouldn't have waited so long to display these remarkable powers of yours. Why hide from him? Or ... do you hide from everyone?"
A harshness gripped Elizabeth's pretty features as her vision snapped toward Reed. She strove to produce the fiercest of flames within her heart before speaking.
"Make no mistake, Mr. Negotiator," she warned, "you're the only man who knows. And if a single soul learns of me from you, I'll grant you a death so painful that you'll consider all the violent atrocities you've committed the work of an amateur."
"Now now, don't invoke my competitive spirit," Reed scolded with a playful smirk.
Elizabeth glowered. She forced herself to recall the reasons why she was sparing the criminal's life: the debt repayment, Booker's knack for drawing negative attention from various mafias ... and the surprising fact that somehow, between Vincenzo, Booker and Noah, all of whom had murdered within the past four nights, Noah was the only one that killed someone who conceivably deserved to die.
"Are you not taking me seriously, Mr. Negotiator?"
"Forgive me," Noah requested with a small bow of the head though he was unable to remove that smirk, "I merely jest. Loki resides in my mind - "
"-whispering his darkest thoughts," Elizabeth finished icily, as she was well enough acquainted with the man's past to know his most common excuse for his diabolical sense of humor, "it was a difficult decision - my choice to spare your life. In fact, I'm still musing over what punishment you've earned yourself earlier today when you humiliated Booker."
"Ah, that," Noah responded quickly, "let's speak candidly of the subject. You strike me as a logical, intelligent individual ... I hope you can consider my words without any womanly or affectionate bias."
Elizabeth tilted her head to the side. She was beginning to realize Noah's attitude toward women managed to be equal parts condescending and reverent. Reed would sooner take a bullet than allow his destructive criminal antics to harm an innocent lady, but he also considered women weak and incapable of prioritizing logic over emotional desire.
"Oh, sure. Explain yourself to me," Elizabeth muttered sarcastically, "I'd love to hear this."
"You've supposedly dallied for hours within the tales of my personal history," Reed spoke with confidence, "has DeWitt's past earned similar scrutiny? He's committed some truly despicable, brutal acts."
Elizabeth stared at him. With a harsh look, without words. The man was certainly ... correct.
"DeWitt is a notoriously violent savage who essentially stole money from a well-established Mafia. Am I expected to approach such a man with a sincere smile, a slap to his hand and a kind request that he take his debt seriously?"
"You truly think that justifies your cruel methods, Noah?" Elizabeth snapped, "have you ever attempted to collect in a civil manner?"
"I endeavored to motivate DeWitt without bloodshed," Reed clarified, "my methods are a result of more than sixteen years of experience with the foulest of men. I speak the language of thugs and murderers, Elizabeth; You seem capable of learning it. You're about to rob me of thousands ... and your methods include mockingly provocative whispers and touches, the mutilation of my ex-employee in a spectacular fashion and repeated threats. Tell me, did I miss your attempt to collect from me in a civil manner?"
Elizabeth, despite her inward frustration, smiled. The man was making some valid points. Still, she absolutely would never condone his heartless methods for collecting.
"Some men don't warrant civility. When I approached Mr. DeWitt, I knew my enemy," the Negotiator argued, pressing daringly close to the female as he set a hand on her hip, "just as when you approached me, you knew yours."
"Oh, Mr. Negotiator, you think yourself my enemy? That's cute," Elizabeth retorted, again patting that brawny chest before moving her dainty hand to touch the tall man's neck, "you're my dog. And I intend to fashion you a very tight leash."
Noah couldn't prevent his lips from twisting into a smirk.
"What if I'm not the sort that tolerates a leash well?"
"In that case," Elizabeth murmured softly, examining Reed's jawline, "I don't suspect you have very long to live."
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Ernest was paralyzed by the bleak musings that overwhelmed his mind.
He just told Booker that Noah may be at Hotel Astor.
... What if Reed truly was at Hotel Astor?
If Booker found the Negotiator and didn't manage to kill him, then the tall criminal would soon discover that he was the one that babbled Noah's location.
Not to mention, when Reed returned, Karl would have a bloodied face and Piero would have a head wound. Jacoby would be the only one among the thugs that looked like he made no effort to stop Booker.
Ernest tugged at his own mustache nervously.
Help me lord. If he didn't have enough of a reason to kill me before, he certainly will have justification now ...
He glanced at Piero - the young gunman was still completely unconscious. He glanced at Karl's fallen body - he couldn't get a good look at him, but the thug wasn't moving.
Jacoby looked about and found a large frying pan within the stove. He held the cast-iron object with two hands and stared at it for a complete minute. The soft-hearted criminal braced himself, summoned all the power of will he could, and swung the pan into his own forehead harshly.
"Bah!" Jacoby groaned, dropped the pan and staggered back into the wall. The color white claimed his vision and pain immediately exploded within his skull. The skin on his forehead had split and blood seeped from the wound.
On the floor in the corner of the room, Karl Voheim began to snicker. The beaten, bloodied criminal had shifted to look at Ernest just in time to see the man smack himself with some sort of kitchenware.
Jacoby's heart froze; Karl had witnessed the act.
"You're conscious?!" Ernest shouted nervously, nursing the blood-gush on his forehead. It wouldn't take more than a minute for his wrists and cufflinks to become colored Grotesque Red.
The question made Karl laugh even louder as the battered criminal slowly rose to his feet. Booker had inflicted a decent amount of damage to the quiet man's face. Voheim's nose was clearly broken - now crooked and bloody. His right eye was swollen, soon doomed to blacken, and his lip was split on the left side. Despite the damage, Karl had already decided witnessing Ernest's self-inflicted head trauma was well-worth the impending black eye and a broken nose.
The two wounded men looked at each other and, despite the insanity of the situation, despite the bleed from Ernest's head that would earn shrieks from his wife, despite the potentially fatal consequences of this day's betrayals, Jacoby discovered a small, bizarre smile.
"You look as though a rhinoceros sat itself on your face," Ernest commented as blood started to dribble into his left eye. He instinctively blinked.
Karl smiled.
The sight of a smile on that beaten, structured face nearly made Ernest laugh ... but the queer light-heartedness of the situation eventually spoiled as thoughts of Noah surfaced within his mind.
"Are you ... going to tell him?" Jacoby asked tentatively, still holding his throbbing head. It'd be a shame to be killed over smacking yourself with an iron pan ... even if it was a desperate attempt to deceive your sadistic employer.
"You owe me a drink," Karl responded - the first set of spoken words he had uttered this day. The thug turned toward Piero's unconscious body and began tapping the back of the young-gun's head, attempting to wake him.
For the first time in a long time, Jacoby's heart warmed toward one of his criminal coworkers. He bit his lip, musing for a small moment. If Noah chose to forgive Ernest's hesitance at scalping Booker earlier ... If DeWitt failed to find the Negotiator at Hotel Astor and if Karl kept the pan-incident a secret ... he might actually survive this day.
"Karl ... "
The beefy thug glanced at him, still tapping Piero's softly breathing but motionless body.
"My wife, Martha," Jacoby began awkwardly, " ... she's making a ham roast this oncoming thursday eve. Perhaps you and your sister ... Dorothy, was it? Perhaps the pair of you should join us."
Karl thought over the invitation. A ham dinner with a family? Karl was so used to being his sister's only company ... What would it be like for them to share food and drink with happy children, a kind father and a merry wife?
Dorothy would enjoy it, Voheim decided.
Karl nodded wordlessly as he began to lift Piero's relatively small body and hoisted it onto his large shoulder.
"Good, good," Ernest said, before venturing to the bathroom. He stole a handtowel. As he pressed it against his bleeding forehead, he moved before the mirror.
I might survive this, Jacoby decided optimistically, gazing at himself.
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Booker's lungs burned, and each heaving breath forced pained protests from his ribs. New York City's citizens filled the streets; they gave the ex-Pinkerton, who was running without a coat through the light rain, some curious looks.
Once he reached Time's Square, he gazed about for Hotel Astor, catching his breath. When he successfully identified it, he charged into the luxurious hotel. DeWitt was so firmly attached to his goal of finding Elizabeth that he didn't realize how conspicuous he looked: wet and cheaply-dressed in a building that embraced affluence and extravagance.
DeWitt charged toward the front desk, shocking the Hotel's clerk.
"Did a tall, blonde man with glasses check in here with a pretty, dark-haired lady?"
"Sir," the clerk began, annoyed, "we do not share such information with-"
"-you do now," Booker snarled as he lifted his vest just enough to show off the handle of his cobalt pistol within the rim of his pants.
The clerk's eyes widened.
"Where is he?" the ex-Pinkerton demanded loudly.
"He's ... he's not here," the hotel clerk murmured.
The ex-soldier slammed his fist into the table, prompting a few gasps and whispers from nearby patrons. People were watching him now, but DeWitt was beyond caring. He glared at the hotel attendant.
"Sir," and the clerk leaned forward to whisper, "I ... I know who you're seeking: Mr. Reed. He ... he does indeed frequent this hotel, always with female company, but I assure you, at this moment ... he's not here."
Booker grimaced.
How the hell am I going to find them ... ?
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Elizabeth had been listing a series of rules for the Negotiator before her powers revealed that DeWitt was racing through the city with violent intentions. This disturbed her enough to prematurely end her meeting with Reed.
"Booker's running about the city with a gun ... searching for us," she admitted, slightly embarrassed over it, "we must retrieve him."
Of course, the information forced a predictable concern from Noah: "So. DeWitt escaped his apartment. Were there any casualties?"
"He spared your men."
They hasilty returned to Reed's car after Elizabeth disposed of Vincenzo's hands and body deep within New York City's bay.
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It had thankfully ceased raining at this point.
Two Galucci mafiosos walked through the streets of Time's Square: one short and pale, the other thick and ruddy.
"I can't wait to see tomorrow's headlines: 'Galucci Mob Boss rescues nine whores from public humiliation' ... 'Stefano Galucci: New York City's Whore Hero,' " the thicker one snickered.
"The Negotiator didn't look happy when he realized Stefano invited that journalist to our whore liberation efforts," the short man commented.
"No, no he didn't. Still ... Reed's smart. Smart enough to realize there's a method within Stefano's madness. The Bianchis are fucking nuts and were making us respectable criminals look bad, dragging out all those women onto the street naked ... Stefano turned this tale of woe into a tale of heroism, and he made sure this whole city will know about it... "
"Can't believe Stefano didn't fuck any of them," the short man ridiculed, "he took them to that department store and bought them all dresses ... then he took them out to breakfast. How does someone buy nine women clothes and food without fucking a single one? I would have fucked all nine of them."
The two men continued to converse as they stepped by Hotel Astor. It was an unfortunate coincidence that happened to be the exact moment an emotionally tortured Booker exited the front door.
"Heh, Stefano's married," the tubby man reasoned, "besides ... you wouldn't have been able to fuck that pretty one with the great teats. The Negotiator seemed very pleased by her."
"Yah, she was real pretty ... I wonder if they're fucking right now."
With their backs turned, neither would view the look of anger that erupted on DeWitt's face at the overheard mention of the Negotiator. It was a pity for them that Booker only heard the most incriminating portion of their conversation.
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The first half of Elizabeth's car ride with Noah had been wordless. She was watching Booker from afar, and his desperation filled her with anxiety. The Negotiator, meanwhile, was musing over all the laws his newfound goddess had decreed. A couple were rather ... amusing.
The first decree had been he was not allowed to hurt Booker DeWitt or purposely put him in harm's way. This rule prompted an interesting exchange of words...
"Correct me if I'm mistaken, but I sense Mr. DeWitt isn't particularly affectionate toward me."
"Oh Noah. You continue to impress me with your intelligence," Elizabeth responded sarcastically.
"I may, in fact, inspire murderous intentions from him," Reed mentioned with a smirk.
"Truly? Cannot fathom why," the unapologetic female quipped.
"Should Booker seek me out with violent aspirations, am I permitted to defend myself?"
"No," she answered.
"... No," Reed repeated, "so, let's entertain a hypothetical: Booker has his cobalt aimed at my face-"
"-You will simply let him shoot you," Elizabeth smiled.
The Negotiator chuckled before muttering: "fantastic."
A family crossing the street forced Noah to stop his car. The Negotiator took the opportunity to look at the stunning woman beside him.
Elizabeth caught his gaze.
"Why do you keep staring at me?" she sighed.
"Simple answer: you're beautiful."
Elizabeth flushed slightly before speaking: "I must inform you that I am perfectly happy with Booker and, as far as physical exchanges are concerned, he's a fantastic lover, so you may as well cease your flirtations."
Reed smirked as his focus returned toward the road.
"Is DeWitt the first man you've exchanged pleasure with?" the Negotiator asked casually.
Elizabeth glared at him. The implication of the question was clear: you may only believe DeWitt's fantastic because you've never been with another man. Noah's words also reminded her that, disturbingly, Reed was the first man she touched lips with that wasn't Booker ...
"You introduced this subject," the tall criminal reminded, sensing her angered glare, holding back a laugh.
Elizabeth was about to spout out a threat before her supernatural sight spied Booker lunging at two Galucci mafiosos in broad daylight just outside Hotel Astor.
"Drive faster," she urged, "Booker's attacking two Galucci mobsters ... "
"Am I truly the one who deserves a leash?" Noah inquired, again struggling not to laugh. He did, however, ease down on the gas pedal, as she demanded.
"Do you strive to earn yourself a muzzle as well, Mr. Negotiator?" Elizabeth responded testily.
"Don't fret, my goddess. We're two blocks from Time's Square."
"Let me out at the next block; I'll walk the rest of the way."
And this is when the Negotiator plotted his first act of betrayal. He parked at the next block, as instructed, but, to Elizabeth's surprise, when she exited the car ... so did he.
"I want to go alone, Noah!" she shouted at the tall man.
"I'm the Negotiator, Elizabeth, and I have principles," Reed admonished with a smirk, stalking toward Time's Square, "I will not hide from a single man, and I certainly will not hide behind a woman."
Elizabeth wanted to use her powers. It would have been so easy to simply pluck his body off this street and place him at the other side of the city where he could not interfere. But the streets were filled with people ... There would be so many witnesses.
Furious, Elizabeth had to lift her skirts and jog just to catch up with Reed's long, hasty steps. When she stood beside the man, she snarled: "he has a gun. He will shoot you, Noah."
"What marvelously irony!" The Negotiator laughed, flashing Elizabeth a wink as they nearly raced toward Booker's location, "Mr. DeWitt may shoot me before I can pay off his debt. Honestly, I'll laugh to death if the bullet fails to claim me first."
"I can kill you, Noah. Painfully," she rasped quietly.
"Oh? Divine retribution? In front of all these people?" Reed shouted the last part, which earned them a few stares, "I think not, but perhaps I find such a fate preferable to living on a lady's leash."
"You'll regret this, Noah," Elizabeth promised.
"I bet I can provoke him into killing me without even drawing my gun."
"You insolent, ridiculous bastard!"
"Calm yourself, my dear," the Negotiator scolded as they reached the street corner, "perhaps this inevitable encounter will yield a positive outcome for you and your sad, violent lover. At the very least, it'll be fun."
As they stepped into Time's Square, they saw a noisy crowd that was undoubtedly observing the brawl between Booker and the two mafiosos.
"Have you been searching for me, Mr. DeWitt!? I'm flattered!" Reed called out loudly. He estimated he was roughly one-hundred feet away from the altercation occurring before hotel Astor. This was more than close enough for a well-established marksman such as Booker to shoot him, so he stopped advancing, allowing Elizabeth to press forward alone.
As Noah watched Elizabeth charge with all her speed toward DeWitt's location, as he listened to her call out her lover's name, Reed's imagination churned. The criminal wondered, if he were fast enough, if Elizabeth were distracted enough ... could he successfully draw his gun and shoot the retreating female in her back before she suspected danger? He felt it would be quite an accomplishment: the Negotiator claiming the life of a goddess ...
Noah smirked. Sometimes having principles can be rather debilitating; the notorious criminal would have shot a god.
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The two mafiosos Booker assaulted didn't have the answers he wanted. They denied knowing where Reed was ... they denied that the pretty woman they had spoken of was Elizabeth. Still, he believed they had to know something ... they clearly saw Noah at some point today.
So DeWitt decided to start beating them for his answers.
The ex-Pinkerton already had the short one curled on the ground with a broken wrist and a bruised face. He was currently punching a bloody tooth out of the fat mafioso's mouth before a familiar voice pierced through the murmurs of the crowd: "Have you been searching for me, Mr. DeWitt!? I'm flattered!"
"Noah ... " the ex-soldier snarled, shoving the large mafioso to the ground. Those fierce eyes travelled toward the voice's direction, but Booker was surrounded by a slew of opaque spectators.
The ex-soldier was about to pull out his gun and shoot in the sky so he could force the crowd to disperse and reveal the Negotiator, but Elizabeth's voice froze his actions.
"Booker! Stop!"
"Elizabeth?!" he called out, running toward the sound of her voice. They found each other in the middle of the crowd and instantly embraced.
"Did he hurt you?"
"No, no, I'm fine," she answered.
"Did he touch you?"
"He didn't touch me," she lied.
"Where is he ... I'm going to make sure he never tries to again," Booker vowed, eyes shifting toward the street corner. He finally spotted the tall bastard. The sadistic criminal was lighting a cigarette before noticing he had DeWitt's attention.
"Booker, don't!" Elizabeth pleaded.
"I thank you for letting me borrow your beautiful woman," the Negotiator taunted as he moved that cigarette to his lips, "I had a wonderous afternoon."
DeWitt shot Elizabeth an accusing look.
"Booker, calm down, he's just trying to provoke you," the desperate beauty implored, squeezing his arms as though she could root him in place.
"Well," the ex-Pinkerton growled as he reached beneath his shirt to grab his gun, "he's doing a real fucking good job of it."
A few people screamed. The crowd instantly began to disperse.
"What are you doing, Booker!? You can't shoot someone in broad daylight! What will happen to Anna and I if you end up in prison?"
The words caused him to pause.
"Should I survive the shot ... I'll care for your family during your absence," Noah offered mirthfully, exhaling smoke.
"You son-of-a-bitch," the ex-soldier barked as he aimed his pistol toward the Negotiator.
"Booker listen! He's going to pay the debt. The entire debt. We'll be free. We can be - "
"- the entire debt?" Perhaps this news shocked and angered DeWitt more than any of Noah's words had. Booker grabbed Elizabeth's arm with his free hand, squeezing her harshly, "what the hell did you offer him that would make him want to pay my entire debt!? Do you have any idea how much money I owed ... ?"
Elizabeth was stunned by the combination of the ex-Pinkerton's close-ranged snarls and forceful grip. She had never seen him like this, and was suddenly unable to speak.
"What did you offer him?! What did you give him? Why are you lying to me?"
"I ... "
Though Reed found their interaction very interesting, particularly because Elizabeth was a very different woman around Booker, the sight of DeWitt snagging her arm and growling in her face forced a mean-spirited intervention from the Negotiator.
"Believe me, Mr. DeWitt," Noah interrupted smugly, "if I had penetrated your woman, I'd be gloating endlessly at the moment."
The words instantly summoned a glare from the ex-Pinkerton, but oddly enough he lowered his gun.
"Then what did she give you?" Booker demanded. He imagined smashing in Reed's face as the tall criminal took a drag from his cigarette.
"Information," the Negotiator finally answered, "she cleverly forced Vincenzo to implicate himself for crimes I neither manufactured nor condoned."
"Information? How did she ... " the ex-soldier paused, taking a deep breath before turning toward Elizabeth, "how did you obtain such information?"
"Just stop this, Booker, please. I want to go home," Elizabeth begged, silently hating Noah for following her into Time's Square and inciting this situation, "I want to start living our happy, debt-free lives."
The plea softened DeWitt's heart. Still, accusations flooded his mind. Some sort of crime had been committed. Some sort of betrayal hid beneath a guise of half-truths. Images of Elizabeth and Noah together were starting to imprint within his mind ...
"I don't ... I don't believe you two. Somethings going on. You two are-"
"-What does it matter, Mr. DeWitt?" Noah interrupted suddenly, "just be grateful you have a woman capable of handling your affairs."
"Shut your damn mouth, Reed," the ex-Pinkerton snapped.
The tall criminal smirked before adding: "I've been recently informed that you're a fantastic lover. Perhaps you should consider that your role in the relationship and leave issues of finance to her. - Congratulations, by the way."
" ... you know what," Booker said, "you're right."
The Negotiator blinked. He briefly wondered if it was possible to verbally provoke someone's brain into twisting one-hundred-and-eighty degrees, because that's what he suspected just happened.
"Whatever Elizabeth offered you is off the table," DeWitt decided, "I need to handle my own affairs ... my own debts."
"Booker, stop! I told you I want to go home. Anna needs us ... " Elizabeth urged, fearing this conversation's potential outcome.
Noah tilted his head to the side, examining Booker. Wisps of smoke escaped his lips as he pondered.
"That's surprisingly noble of you ... reassuming responsibility for your debt," Reed complimented, "however, we both know you can't afford any more payments."
"I have something else I can offer," DeWitt suggested.
"I assume you're about to offer me your services."
"Damn it, Booker, stop!" Elizabeth growled, slapping at the ex-Pinkerton's arm, "it's finished. The debt's paid. It's done!"
"Yes, I am," the ex-soldier responded to Noah. The truth was he wanted to feel like a man again. A man. And this day filled with thugs and violence, with work ... had given him a sense of purpose that was different from what he garnered from Elizabeth's company and Anna's needs. It was that purpose he wanted. He would work off this debt on his own and return to Elizabeth and Anna as a provider, not a drunken mooch. Booker so desperately wanted to be worthy of Elizabeth and Anna. And he certainly loathed the idea of Elizabeth making any more sacrifices on his behalf.
"Mm," Reed huffed before glancing at an incredibly beautiful and incredibly annoyed Elizabeth. She was glaring at him. The sort of glare that promised a goddess' wrath should he dare accept Booker's offer.
Noah smirked. His often reckless pursuit of fun nearly always won out over his sense of self-preservation.
"You're not out of practice," Reed pressed, moving his arm to the side and tapping excess ash off the tip of his cigarette, "are you?"
Booker lifted his arm and took a shot in Noah's direction at stunning speed.
"No!" Elizabeth gasped out.
The Negotiator remained calm - he didn't even flinch - and waited for either the sensation of pain or the silence of death.
Neither came.
Had DeWitt missed?
Booker may have been amused by Noah's confusion if he weren't in such a sour mood. He watched the tall criminal glance down at his own body, searching for evidence of a gunshot wound ...
"Look at your fucking cigarette," DeWitt hollered.
Noah did so, and the deepest of grins emerged on the man's face. Half of the cigarette he had held at his side was missing. The ex-soldier's movements had not only been shockingly fast and fluent, but possessed an astonishing level of accuracy. Reed had been surrounded by gunman since he was twelve and he had never seen anything like this.
"You just shot a cigarette from a distance of roughly one-hundred feet ... "
"That's right," Booker responded.
Noah, still staring at the cigarette, laughed before announcing: "you're hired."
Elizabeth clenched her teeth together. Booker was an imbecile, Noah was disobedient and neither man was fucking listening to her. She silently decided both men would pay for this, though Reed's punishment was doomed to be far more painful than her lover's.
The irate woman watched her stubborn partner step away from her. The Negotiator and Booker strode toward each other and, when they were within range of each other, extended their hands to shake on the deal.
"No jobs involving women or children," DeWitt insisted.
"My, how will I endure such a restriction," Reed quipped, squeezing Booker's hand, "this city literally possesses thousands of children that I needed a man with your level of skill to dispatch."
"Listen to me you cocky bastard," the ex-Pinkerton growled, staring up toward Noah, "this is a temporary arrangement. The moment I pay off the debt, we're enemies. And trust me, when that happens, if I see you and happen to have a gun in my hand, I will shoot you. And if you ever fucking touch Elizabeth again, I'll hunt you down and scalp you."
The Negotiator smiled.
"This promises to be an excellent professional relationship. - "
"- this 'relationship' won't last," Elizabeth promised, stalking toward the two men with a dark expression on her face, "I'm literally going to kill both of you."
Both men glanced toward Elizabeth: Booker frowned as Noah smiled and winked.
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Piero Pelosi was sitting on a stool in the center of their safehouse. He had woke up from his debilitating beat-down to discover a brutal head-throb. This wasn't surprising, considering Booker DeWitt had smacked his forehead roughly into a kitchen table twice. The young thug made a silent vow that should he ever have a gun in his hand when Booker DeWitt was present, he would shoot the damn bastard.
"So ... what the hell happened after DeWitt took that cheap shot at me ... ?" Piero asked the two other criminals pointedly. He had been unconscious for most of the action.
Ernest's only response was a sigh. He and the predictably-silent Karl stood at the window, waiting for the Negotiator.
Piero clucked his tongue, deciding once again that he missed Vincenzo's presence.
Ernest was trapped within various musings. The thugs had handled the Booker-situation very sloppily. Reed wouldn't be happy. He might be temporarily amused, but he certainly wouldn't be happy.
Piero made a second attempt at a conversation: "Guess that DeWitt is a pretty tough guy, eh? He claimed blood from each one of us ... even the boss."
Well, at least my pan-wound fooled Piero ... Ernest noted.
As if sensing Jacoby's thoughts, Karl flashed him a knowing smirk. Ernest managed a half-smile ... the pan-incident wasn't exactly the proudest moment of his criminal career. He was glad a man notorious for not speaking was the one to witness it.
The sight of the Negotiator's car parking across the street forced Jacoby to nervously tug at his moustache.
"He's here ... "
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Reed got out of his car and slowly trudged toward the safehouse.
It had truly been an interesting day for the Negotiator. An exciting day. A day that he understood may very well end with his death. Noah imagined Elizabeth would wait until Booker left for Buffalo and the criminal was alone before confronting him.
Beautiful Elizabeth. The fascinating woman presented an interesting dichotomy. In Booker's presence she had been an anxious, desperate girl who apparently wanted a normal life ... In his own presence, she was a fearless goddess: seductive and capable of extreme violence.
Noah would spend all day pondering which version of her, if either, represented her true self.
He wanted to know more.
He needed to know more.
Why would a goddess choose a normal life with Booker DeWitt? 'A normal life with Booker' sounded more like a repulsive curse than an appropriate destiny for a goddess. Why would a woman who could have anything ... anyone ... not only willingly choose such a fate, but desperately cling to it?
Booker's daughter must have something to do with it ... Noah hadn't forgotten those stunning topaz eyes that both females shared. There must be some sort of connection deeper than coincidence.
Reed snorted at his own musings. He likely wouldn't live long enough to find the answers he so deeply craved.
When the tall criminal finally stepped within the safehouse, the sight of his three wounded subordinates brought a smirk to his face.
"I can't contain my pride," Noah chuckled, "well done, gentlemen."
"Booker ... he escaped," Ernest murmured.
"I'm aware. - We're finished for the day," the Negotiator announced, beckoning them, "remove your hats."
The three men lined up before Noah, each holding their hats. Piero was first.
Reed examined the moderate bruising on the young man's head before asking, "any other wounds?"
"No, sir."
"You're fine," the tall criminal declared, "go."
Piero bowed silently and stepped past the Negotiator toward the exit. The young gun found himself glad that Noah didn't ask him to recount his failure aloud.
Karl had been next in line. Reed examined the quiet thug's crooked nose and bruised eye.
"Your nose ... "
Voheim nodded.
Noah reached toward Karl's face with his gloved hands. Around Voheim's broken nose, he used two pairs of fingers and his thumbs to form a triangle.
"Take a deep breath, exhale as I realign," the tall criminal instructed, "ready?"
"Yah," Karl confirmed. He grunted as Reed carefully, slowly realigned his nasal cartilage with his chin. Quite painful.
The Negotiator examined his work before removing his hands and advising: "Aspirin and ice for both your eye and your nose as soon as you're home. On your way, now."
Voheim nodded and stepped out, leaving behind Ernest and Noah.
The two men stared at each other for a moment.
Reed smirked as Ernest stepped forward. He examined the shorter man's head - It was difficult to see the wound with all the dried blood saturating Jacoby's forehead.
"Must have been quite a bleed ... so much for your little love affair with DeWitt ... " Noah remarked as he stepped deeper into the safehouse.
Ernest bit his lip. The Negotiator's words were both a victory and a failure for the moustached man - he apparently believed the ex-pinkerton caused the wound, but Jacoby hadn't earned a dismissal yet. He turned and watched Noah fetch a wooden chair and a medicine bag from the corner of the room.
"Come, Ernest. Allow me to clean the wound you valiantly incurred on my behalf," Reed 'offered' as he set the chair next to Piero's abandoned stool.
Jacoby attempted to control the beat of his heart. As a precaution, Noah had a medicine bag hidden at each of their safehouses ... and Ernest knew very well that, in addition to various medical supplies, each bag contained a set of knives.
"I can ... have Martha take care of it. She's good at this sort of thing."
"Now, now, my friend. I insist," Noah responded, smiling, as he pat the top of the chair's back.
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Elizabeth and Booker walked home together; the results were chaotic. Snarls and accusations were slung mercilessly toward each other. Booker still clung to the notion that some sort of inappropriate union had occurred between Reed and his beautiful lover.
Once within DeWitt's apartment, they turned and shouted in each other's faces.
"At any point, at any point, Booker, did you hear either Noah or myself say that our bargaining would involve sex?"
"He told me he wanted you," the ex-soldier declared.
"That doesn't answer my question, Booker! You don't have any proof-"
"-he said he was going to have you lick his neck!" DeWitt growled. Tension was the current theme of his body's posture - like an aggressive animal about to pounce.
Elizabeth's frustration swelled.
"I keep telling you, Booker. We did nothing. There was. No. Licking."
"How can you expect me to believe that?" the ex-Pinkerton questioned testily , "look at you! You never dress like this. Like some sort of siren." It was difficult for the man to accept - the notion that Elizabeth put forth a unique effort to seduce his foul debt-collector.
Suddenly the irritated female was desperate to end the argument. Repeated denials seemed to only deepen her lover's frustrations and prompt more accusations.
"And what of you? I'm still mad at you, Booker," she hissed, "you foolishly gambled away our money. Money we needed. And if it weren't for Ernest's kindness you'd likely be maimed or dead right now - "
"- the first thing you did when you entered the apartment today -"
"-And what awful crime were you guiltily hinting of last night? - "
"- Damn it, Elizabeth! We're not talking about me right now."
"Why not?! You've yet to answer for your sins and I'm exhausted by the subject of my imaginary betrayal. "
"Just admit you did it!" Booker shouted, repositioning so that his face was inches within Elizabeth's, "did you enjoy it?"
Fury flashed within blue eyes. Were all men fools? Elizabeth, for a small moment, wondered if the world would be better off without the male gender. Booker's irascible barking and Noah's guileful provocations had produced a level of anger within her that she hadn't felt since Comstock's abusive torture session back at Colombia. Both men were ridiculous, and their most despicable flaws seemed to mount in each other's presence.
"Even if it were true, Booker, what of it? What if I did satisfy the man on your behalf? Out of affection for you and Anna? Instead of seeing it as a sacrifice you'd have the nerve to label it a betrayal?"
I'll convince her to leave you behind ... Noah's words wouldn't leave the frustrated man's mind. The ex-Pinkerton went silent but his expression remained disturbingly harsh, which further upset the spunky female. Elizabeth was about to be mean; in her heart she knew her following words were cruel but she was unable to stop herself.
"What would you do in such a case, Booker?! Cast me out? Fine! I can think of a tall, exceptionally handsome man who'd gladly - "
DeWitt suddenly seizing her by the hips interrupted her threat. Elizabeth's eyes widened ... neither this version of Booker nor the version that rescued her from Colombia had ever touched her with such aggression.
"What are you doing?!" she cried out as he lifted her. The ex-soldier didn't answer, but the harshness and aggression remained present on his features. An instinctual sense of fear claimed her as Booker carried her to the bedroom and tossed her petite form onto the bed. DeWitt crawled over her and started tugging at her skirt and stockings. Elizabeth intuitively attempted to keep her legs closed but the ex-Pinkerton's knee prevented the act.
The fear transformed back into that familiar anger when Booker's hands forced her thighs apart and he leaned downward to observe her exposed quim; she finally recognized the jealous man's intentions: he was searching for physical evidence of a sexual encounter.
Just as DeWitt was beginning to realize there weren't any signs of a recent penetration, Elizabeth sat upward. Booker rose to look her in the eye, and that's when he earned the fiercest smack the insulted female could manage.
"You bastard!" she rasped.
Of course her soft hand didn't do any damage. It didn't even slow the man. That cracked rib didn't even slow the man. The ex-soldier used his upper body weight to press her back onto the bed, forcing a kiss against her lips. She emitted a short moan and scolded herself for it silently. It was ... ridiculous that she was somehow becoming aroused by Booker's jealous aggressions. DeWitt pulled the bejeweled pin out of her hair as though he found the accessory offensive, whipping it into the wall.
"I'm so mad at you," she muttered against his lips when she felt calloused fingers begin to stroke her womanhood.
"Mine," Booker murmured huskily before slipping his tongue into her cooperative mouth. Elizabeth was grabbing at his shoulders as he roughly began to tug at the neckline of her dress. She moaned and squirmed away from his kiss when she realized what he was about to do.
"Booker! I don't own this dress!" she hissed futiley as the fabric began to rip. DeWitt jerked the material out of the way, looking down to enjoy the sight of her exposed right breast. His mouth was on her then, nibbling and licking at her nipple as two fingers slid inside her slickening pussy.
"Damn it, Booker! You're such an ... imbecile ... " she complained breathlessly as her body began to respond to Booker's ministrations. Those fingers were scissoring inside her velvety tunnel, that mouth was sucking on her sensitive breast. Her nails found the flesh at the back of her lover's neck; they dug into his skin.
The ex-soldier grunted. He lightly bit her nipple in retaliation before pulling back from her body. Elizabeth sighed when those fingers pulled from her heated tunnel.
Hungrily and without warning, the powerful man grabbed at her body and flipped her so she was facedown on the bed. Those strong hands repositioned her further, hoisting her hips high for his access. Elizabeth was angry but there was no preventing this. Truth be told, even though a small part of her was terrified by this forceful version of her traditionally respectful lover, she didn't want him to stop.
Elizabeth clutched the sheets and spread her legs slightly. Her cunt dripped expectantly. Within moments she felt Booker's firm prick press inside her.
She groaned.
DeWitt began with long, relentless thrusts. He'd pull his prick back until her pussylips hugged his tip, then jam himself completely inside her warmth.
That powerful body demanded Elizabeth's moans and sighs. Her warm tunnel stretched to accommodate that thick tool and the beautiful girl felt delicious pressure build quickly within her body. As naughty as it felt being pummeled in this position, the effects of it stole her breath. Booker was repeatedly stroking a spot within her that made her body sizzle and quiver. His movements felt so possessive, so fervent ... And she somehow felt powerful and powerless at the same time: Elizabeth alone brought this passionate desperation from her handsome father, but she also could never refuse this supreme lust. Taking his entire cock again and again quickly summoned that familiar, sumptuous throb ...
"What are you ... my body ... " she groaned incoherently. On a physical level Elizabeth's body was so responsive to their fucking - she squeezed with each thrust, gasped at the feel of their bodies slapping together, quivered before her lover's strength.
DeWitt impaled Elizabeth fully and paused his pumps. He gripped the gorgeous female's hips firmly and rolled his own, stirring his cock within her. Booker then proceeded to drag that body across the length of his rigid prick several times. The feel of Elizabeth's tight, moist channel was incredible, and after experiencing her, he truly believed no other woman could satiate him so completely.
The moaning female's toes and fingers curled; her pleasure was about to burst.
Booker embedded himself balls-deep within her again, sensing she was close. He leaned downward to press into her back.
"Say you're mine," he growled in Elizabeth's ear, reaching around to grab at her bare breast.
"Uh," she moaned urgently. The loss of that succulent friction kept her from finishing. The lustful woman twisted and attempted to buck on his prick, desperate to cum. Booker's hand was roughly tugging at her breast.
"Say it," DeWitt repeated as he pinched and pulled at her nipple, inching his dick back and forth teasingly within her.
"Booker, you ... I've always been yours ... " Elizabeth breathed out, frustrated and embarrassed. Her pussy pulsed ... begging for release.
The ex-soldier continued to hover over her back as he began short, deep pumps within that juicy cunt. Elizabeth groaned immediately and arched to facilitate Booker's furious thrusting. There was so much heat that Colombia's lamb imagined she was about to melt. The friction that swollen cock produced brought her to the cusp of an intense orgasm. She cried out loudly and her body trembled unavoidably as the fluids of her pleasure leaked from her pulsating quim.
DeWitt continued to use her beautiful body - the body that belong to him. He breathed heavily within her ear, jabbing at her sticky, snug tunnel. Booker spied that pearl necklace about her pale neck and found himself insulted by it. He reached to grip the decorative piece, looped it about his hand twice and tugged at it.
Elizabeth whimpered at the strain the maneuver put on her neck. In the aftermath of her orgasm, the reality of this fuck was beginning to disturb her. It began with an insulting investigation ... the foreplay had been minimal, only enough clothes had been removed to allow their sexual union barring the torn neckline of her dress, their position had demeaningly left her cheek pressed into the bed and ass lifted high ... then there was Booker's obsessive words, his display of dominance ... and now ... the tug of her necklace was starting to squeeze her neck too tightly ...
"B-Booker ... " she called out.
DeWitt ignored her. He was too close to finishing and, in his state of madness, had a primal urge to cum inside his beautiful partner. Several fierce thrusts later, the ex-soldier pulled from her slick cunt ... barely managing to resist the powerful instinct to impregnante her. He released that necklace so he could grip his own cock. He only had to pump it twice before spewing multiple ropes of semen on her thighs and the curve of her rump.
The satisfied man breathed deeply and only felt guilt after he heard the unmoving girl softly murmur: "this isn't my Booker ... "
" ... Elizabeth," the ex-Pinkerton whispered anxiously. After he caught his breath, he reached out to gently grip her shoulder ... but she angrily shrugged away from the touch, crawling away from him on her hands and knees.
"Stay away from me," Elizabeth hissed miserably, wrapping her arms around herself in a sad self-embrace. She softly massaged her own neck and squeezed her sticky thighs together, wishing the evidence of Booker's aggressive use of her body would disappear.
What is wrong with me ... ? DeWitt pondered sadly as he observed his lover's hunched posture. There was pain in his eyes, but Elizabeth refused to look at him.
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Author's Note: I dwelled over my characterization of Elizabeth repeatedly in this chapter. I do feel it's justified for two reasons. One, end-game Elizabeth(after Comstock's shock torture and therapy) is a different woman from beginning-game Elizabeth(a spirited girl that would dance with strangers). Two, she wants to beat Noah at his own game. How effectively she does/doesn't accomplish this remains to be seen!
Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. Again, tough semester. I was actually going to hold off finishing this chapter until after a really big exam next week but then I got so many reviews and favs and such that I felt compelled to get some work done for you guys! Thanks everyone. :D
Also I love the fact that I got an Ernest fan out there. Thanks Dewittypinkerton! And IndigoShoelaces I'm very touched and honored you made an account for this fic. Thank ya! :D
Shout-outs for repeat reviewers:
Darthmaldude: Thank you! I appreciate the repeat support man. :D
Paul Perkins: Yay you're back! Hope you enjoyed the sex scene. Adultfanfiction seems to be a tough crowd for me. I think releasing some sex-less chapters destroyed people's interest over there.
Darman Skirata: Wahaha! I think you'll enjoy my plans for the next chapter. - Thanks for the two reviews!
Incidental Vegan Cannibal: Glad you got to read and I hope you enjoyed it! I originally planned to try to get the angry sex scene into chapter 6 but didn't quite get there. Thanks for the repeat reviewage! You're a major reason why I pushed to get this chapter out before waiting a whole additional week to finish it.
Mr. Brown: My muse! Always love hearing from ya. You're always incredibly kind and motivational. Character interaction is incredibly important to me and that's why I use characters like Noah and Ernest to bring more out of Booker and Elizabeth. It's also probably why I brought so many original characters into the story ... but honestly, Elizabeth wouldn't be as cool right now if she hadn't made a show out of mutilating Vincenzo! And I wouldn't have been able to do it well without establishing Vincenzo's personality and a touch of backstory. Also, if you thought Elizabeth was cool last chapter, I think you'll love next chapter. Thank you much!
Shtoops: Love bringing out people's malicious grins! I was grinning as I wrote that chapter. I 100% appreciate that you took the time to read/review despite your ridiculous workload and trust me, I definitely sympathize, given my current academic situation. I'm happy as hell you consider it your favorite chapter, I had to do a fair amount of set-up in previous chapters for the Eliz/Vinny/Noah scene so it's awesome that it worked out swimmingly!
Friggen love that Twain quote! I really need to go read some of his work again.
PS: Totally think Fox posted again from an alt account. So amusing.
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