Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2015 12:08:44 GMT -5
The brunette screeched from top of the waist-high metal table located in the basement of one of the many clubs that consisted of Gotham City’s nightlife. Using the establishment as a front for one of their illegal operations, the Falcone’s had only recently opened the club and it was thriving. Sofia resided in the cellar, struggling to remain conscious a she wailed in utter pain. The bullet was lodged into her side, just above her hip. Blood soaked the white shirt that she insisted remain on her person. Propping herself up on her elbows, she screamed once more. “Where the hell is he?”
The loud commotion and music from the level above was more than enough of a disguise for Sofia’s painful outbursts, though far from the ideal place for a medical procedure. However, the option of admitting her to the hospital was quickly eliminated. All gun related injuries were quickly submitted to the police and Sofia did not want to explain how she managed to get shot. It had been an honest accident. One of her men was flung toward her with a loaded gun and the impact caused his finger to slip on the trigger. A hot, searing bullet pierced her olive skin at close range. Though it did not appear to damage any of her major organs, the brunette was losing a lot of blood at a quick rate. Only half-an-hour had passed and she had soaked several hand towels with blood.
The move didn’t help, unable to remain at the stacked deck after the robbery, she knew that the police would be alerted to the multiple sounds of gunfire. Her men quickly removed any trace of their activities and fixed the situation to appear as though it was nothing more than a bar fight gone wrong –with an exception of the lingering ice. Still, Sofia would solve that issue later. With her own life to worry about at the moment, she fought against the overwhelming urge to close her eyes. She could hardly remember the trip to the club, in fact- she couldn’t remember much of anything over the course of the last 20 minutes.
She howled loudly once more. The back door shut loudly and a figure raced down the stairs; Angelo ‘The Killer’ Mirti raced toward the woman’s side, nearly out of breath. “I called for a doctor, best in town. He’s done business with your father and he’s safe to trust. I’ve sent a car to pick him up and he should be here within minutes. We’ll get you fixed up, kid.” She screamed once more. The larger man beside him reached toward her blood-soaked shirt in order to peel it back and examine the wound. Sofia’s fist shot upward, colliding painfully with the man’s nose and causing him to double over in pain. Blood began to pour from the center of his face and he felt as though he could have shot Sofia himself. “Don’t touch me!” She barked.
A groan flew from her lips as she closed her eyes for only a moment before forcing herself to open them. Angelo only watched, emotionless, as the brunette screamed. He started toward the woman’s side once more, his tone lecturing. “You know, it might be best to think before you act from this point on...if you punch the doctor in the face, he has the power to leave. You. To. Die.....just a few words of wisdom.”
The loud commotion and music from the level above was more than enough of a disguise for Sofia’s painful outbursts, though far from the ideal place for a medical procedure. However, the option of admitting her to the hospital was quickly eliminated. All gun related injuries were quickly submitted to the police and Sofia did not want to explain how she managed to get shot. It had been an honest accident. One of her men was flung toward her with a loaded gun and the impact caused his finger to slip on the trigger. A hot, searing bullet pierced her olive skin at close range. Though it did not appear to damage any of her major organs, the brunette was losing a lot of blood at a quick rate. Only half-an-hour had passed and she had soaked several hand towels with blood.
The move didn’t help, unable to remain at the stacked deck after the robbery, she knew that the police would be alerted to the multiple sounds of gunfire. Her men quickly removed any trace of their activities and fixed the situation to appear as though it was nothing more than a bar fight gone wrong –with an exception of the lingering ice. Still, Sofia would solve that issue later. With her own life to worry about at the moment, she fought against the overwhelming urge to close her eyes. She could hardly remember the trip to the club, in fact- she couldn’t remember much of anything over the course of the last 20 minutes.
She howled loudly once more. The back door shut loudly and a figure raced down the stairs; Angelo ‘The Killer’ Mirti raced toward the woman’s side, nearly out of breath. “I called for a doctor, best in town. He’s done business with your father and he’s safe to trust. I’ve sent a car to pick him up and he should be here within minutes. We’ll get you fixed up, kid.” She screamed once more. The larger man beside him reached toward her blood-soaked shirt in order to peel it back and examine the wound. Sofia’s fist shot upward, colliding painfully with the man’s nose and causing him to double over in pain. Blood began to pour from the center of his face and he felt as though he could have shot Sofia himself. “Don’t touch me!” She barked.
A groan flew from her lips as she closed her eyes for only a moment before forcing herself to open them. Angelo only watched, emotionless, as the brunette screamed. He started toward the woman’s side once more, his tone lecturing. “You know, it might be best to think before you act from this point on...if you punch the doctor in the face, he has the power to leave. You. To. Die.....just a few words of wisdom.”