Alien

Random Part Part Two

He was shot, and damn did it hurt. He didn't remember what had brought him to this point in his life, but he didn't care at the moment. Deliand took a shuddering breath in, and let out a pained gasp as he clutched his wound. He had known something like this would happen, the A.K.I.N.D gang and their rival, SIN had been going at it for almost two years now. He bit his lip, and looked around the bathroom for a certain item he couldn't obtain.

Deliand went over the series of events that had just happened, his head spinning, eyesight fuzzy. He had been getting ready to go meet Rocky for a celebratory dinner, his partner had taken over more territory on the East side. The two were finally able to get away from their work to spend time with one another.

Wearing his fanciest tux, he was fixing his hair when he heard footsteps outside his door. He hadn't heard anyone come in, and it was impossible for Rocky to be home. He didn't have the time before the stark white door swung open and revealed a shadowed figure. Deliand had backed up, trying to find his concealed weapon, but he had left it in the bedroom. He gulped, and watched as the figure walked in.

"Deliand? Sheesh, why couldn't you have been wearing something not as nice." The male was a bit taller than him, but he was built like a Olympic level athlete. His body was covered in a deep purple color, his hair, eyes, outfit, heck even his gun was covered.

"Who are you?" The purple themed guy crossed his arms and scoffed. He turned around on his heel, and Deliand felt his heart stop.

"I thought you were the smart guy behind A K.I.N.D, not a dummy who asks stupid questions." Deliand was completely blocked in at this point, and he really didn't have the skill to fight the world's deadliest assassin.

"Why are you in my home then? To kill me?" Prince laughed at this, throwing his head back, his pale complexion lighting up with the laughter.

"Yes and no. I'm here to shoot you, but not to kill you immediately. See, Jester wants to warn Rocky to step the fuck down. Only way he'll listen is if his precious boytoy was shot by the leader's most trusted advisor. Also, I really like finding ways to be unbored." Deliand inhaled sharply, and did some concentrated breathing not to hyperventilate.

"One request, Prince, can you do it and count down? I need to mentally prepare." Nervously laughing, Deliand just wanted to distract himself from this situation. He also was looking for a way to preoccupy Prince. While thinking, he heard the other start to speak, forming numbers. Before he could do anything, an explosion happened in his gut.

"What the shit!?" Deliand screamed, falling to his knees, and then fully onto the ground. He saw Prince wave, and Deliand was powerless against him. He was breathing hard, and it all registered in his mind. He convinced himself to push himself towards the counter, where he had left his burner phone. Grabbing it with a bloodied hand, he went to contacts and clicked the only number in the phone. It rung once, twice, three times.

"Hello beautiful, what can I help you with?" Rocky's voice came through the phone, and Deliand took a shaky breath in once more. Rocky paused on the other line, and Deliand could make out some movement.
"Deli, speak to me, what's wrong?" With worry in his tone, Rocky was speaking only just in Deliand's mind.

"Shot, bathroom, at home." He breathed out, and the pain was seering at that point. Rocky mumbled some curse words, and began advising his partner to stay awake. He was muted in Deliand's head, but did his best to concentrate on the smooth voice. He looked down at the call, and could make out the time stamp that was slowly climbing upwards. It had been thirteen minutes since he called his significant other. He rested his head, and closed his eyes, only listening to the frantic voice of Rocky.

He didn't remember how much time had passed, but Deliand was jostled awake, and met with crazed charcoal eyes. He smiled, loopy, and Rocky sighed in what could only be relief.