To Begin a War Anew...[Panas, Beyond]

[Anslem Aslem]

Date: March 7th, 1960

Time: 1803

The capodencia of the Liberatore family tightened his grip on the wheel of the black sedan. Nothing was lit in the car except for the small flicker of his cigarette, giving an outline to his sallow features. By his side was a file containing the target's name, rank, photograph, and probable location. This plan had been the fruition of month's of careful scouting, plotting, and selection.

Nothing could go wrong, this was for supremacy, this was for the future of the clan, and it was always for revenge.

"The instructions are clear Beyond, in and out, grab the boy, and meet me at the back exit. No killing any witnesses, no amputations, no touching besides what is absolutely necessary," he informed the man to his left, completely concealed in the darkness of the alley. He thought his eyes still detected a flash of light as if he man had grinned at him.

"Or I'll be the one to hunt you down and splatter your brains across some filthy surface," both of them certainly saw the flash of light and the small noise of a gun being taken from a holster.

[Beyond Birthday]

The man farther to the capo’s left was smirking as people drifted into the theater across the street, his hand lost in the folds of his great black coat, his thumb stroking two yard long ropes. The index finger toyed with a ball gag.

“I would rather have the privilege of X using me for some wholesome experiment, gun shots are so…clean,” he snorted, as if the capo had never threatened him before. He delicately snatched the file, he could not hope to see the photo in the darkness, but he could image it. Blonde, large eyes, a delicate frame, yes he was definitely the type who would flinch in terror just from the gaze of the Liberatores’ most vicious killer. Beyond licked his lips, how delightful.

“Well, time to go,” he had certainly had enough of sitting in the car with that neurotic ass, he rather be having some fun. He patiently waited for the car to pull away before walking out of the alley himself, long legs striding with absolute confidence as he boldly walked in Innocenzo territory.

Come on out little mouse, the cat’s away, and the snake is here.

[Panas Demidov]

Panas scrambled to get through the street without crashing into anyone, his arms full of grocery bags. The only thing visible of him was his blond hair and his delicate, frightened face, the rest of him obscured by heavy winter coats, pants, and scarves; even his hands were hidden by mittens. Though he was wearing enough clothes as if he was out in a freezing blizzard, Panas certainly was feeling anything but cold. His heartbeat was frantic, his mouth dry as he made his way home.

He never should've stopped at the movie theatre! What had he been thinking? Now his family was going to miss the food he had been sent out for--! His boots crunched against the street as he picked up the pace, running blindly now, clutching the bags as if they were his children.

He had to get home! He had to hurry!

[Beyond Birthday]

Oh this is too easy… the Innocenzos might well gagged and bound the boy for Beyond and left him at the Liberatore door step with a bottle of chloroform. He chuckled under his breath as he saw the unmistakable mound of clothing drifting towards him. The assassin blocked the boy’s path, towering over him like a menacing monolith, opening his coat just enough for the Russian to see a dagger holstered on the filthy man’s side.

“You’re coming with me, resist and Beyond will open your stomach and make you eat the entrails before you bleed to death. Scream or cry, and our sniper will shoot your brains into a lovely pattern all over the street,” he growled lowly, and from here it should be easy.

Lead him into the bathroom, bound, gag, and drug him, and take him to the waiting car. It was a perfectly vicious little sequence of ordered events to make the Innocenzos shy from every shadow and flinch at every small noise.

[Panas Demidov]

Panas felt the groceries sag from his arms, not even hearing the splat of ripe fruit or the crack of raw eggs as chilling words were hissed to him from the terrifying figure looming over him, his eyes growing wide. He glanced surreptitiously around him, unable to see any backup. Of course he couldn't; snipers remained hidden.

He saw the dagger and felt his knees go weak; this man really intended to murder him. A dry, jagged whimper escaped him, taking a panicked step back before he could control his legs. His arms instinctually began to rise to shield his head, and he had to clench his hands tightly and force them back down. Panas' heart was already racing from urgency, and now the sound of his heartbeat was seared into his hearing, his skin suddenly feeling clammy, goosebumps rising along the pale surface. Adrenaline poured through him, either to defend himself or run, but Panas cringed and stood there numbly.

He nodded his head weakly, unable to bear staring at the man in the face.

Inside the mitten, his hand shakily prodded the handgun hidden up his sleeve.

[Beyond Birthday]

“Good boy,” Beyond purred, reaching to grab Panas’ shoulder and escort him into the theater, the damaged groceries left for the humans rats to feast upon when the night grew truly dark. They sailed past the ticket booths, a heated looked was in Beyond’s eyes and he seared anyone bold enough to make eye contact with him. An eerie silence enveloped the lobby of the cinema as the Liberatore assassin calmly led the Innocenzo to slaughter. People watched the death march in subdued horror.

Beyond opened and shut the bathroom door after he shoved the Russian through it with no resistance. He ran into a snag however when he found it crowded with patrons relieving themselves after a showing. The Japanese man glowered and unsheathed a glock from his inside breast pocket.

“Clear out or I kill you where you stand!” to make his point deadly clear he fired a shot into a urinal an inch from a man’s penis. The white shrapnel caused the unfortunate man to howl in pain and quickly flee with everyone else.

The clock was ticking now, Beyond threw Panas into a stall, reaching for the rope.

[Panas Demidov]

Panas swallowed, trying to rein in his breathing--which had increased heavily since the man had led him through a silent lobby, attracting stares as they went. He had the feeling there wasn't enough air in his lungs, and he struggled to hold back the cry bubbling in his throat.

He paled as the man withdrew a gun and nearly shot someone, the small room quickly clearing out, and with it, his cries for help. He was roughly shoved into a stall, managing to get a grip on the wall before his tormentor withdrew the rope. It was now or never--and if he wanted to get out of this alive, now was the right option.

To survive--he would do anything.

Panas tore off his glove, yanking the gun out from his sleeve, cocking and aiming it at the man's torso, gripping it tightly with one shaky hand, terrified, but determined.

Without even waiting for a reaction, he screwed his eyes shut and squeezed the trigger, bracing himself for the hot splatter of blood.

[Beyond Birthday]

Beyond howled as the bullet grazed his right arm, the horrific noise rebounded against the cement walls. It was a sound of outrage far more than pain. His black eyes flashed with indignation as he looked at the seeping blood from the long scrape. How was he supposed to face the other family members after the fucking Innocenzo errand boy had managed to get a hit on Beyond Birthday, Liberatore Assassin?

If looks could kill Panas’ ribs would have been yanked out of his chest.

“You little bastard, you better thank whatever fucking god you Russian cunts pray to that Picard wants you alive!” he literally snarled, baring his teeth as he did. He reached to grab the blond boy by his hair with one hand, meaning to slam the boy’s head against the wall to stun him. Then he take out the precisely measured morphine dose and inject it into the boy's neck, fuck the rope, the little potato eater had just forfeited his right to be kept awake.