Gary wasn't knocked out, but he felt like a brick hit him in the face. He opened his eyes, his vision blurred. There wasn't anything broken, not from what he could feel at the very least. His vision begin to straighten out. He thought he was dreaming when he saw the woman from before, the one he had a pleasant talk with at Dollar's Paradise. She was standing above him, a smile upon her face, like she was just visiting a friend.

She was now wearing a emerald green jacket along with pitch black pants. She raised up her boot and stomped it down, right at his neck. Gary moved out of the way just in time. An audible thud reverberated throughout the small apartment. Somebody downstairs started banging their broom into the ceiling.

Gary scrambled away from the dangerous woman as he got into the kitchen and stood up and grabbed the closet thing he had to defend himself. A rolling pin that he inherited from his grandmother. He raised it up in a defensive matter.

The mysterious woman looked at him, startled and confused. Almost like she didn't expect her prey to fight back. The emotion on her face then became one of almost delirious excitement.

"It seem fate has brought us together once again." She said stepping closer.

The whole situation seemed surreal to Gary. His breathing was rapid, his heart beating at a alarming rate. Sweat running down his brow.

She licked her lips. She wanted to savor every second of this moment for all it worth.

"Nice place you got here, well for the money you make anyways." She said looking around his humble abode. A tv stood in the living room amid a old drawer that he got from a yard sale a year ago. A red, tattered couch that had been patched up as best as Gary could with his limited knowledge of sewing. The walls a dark brown, because who would risk their security deposit by painting the walls? Nobody wanted to be in this hellhole no matter how cheap it was. The red matted carpet that no matter how much carpet cleaner you drown the floor in, you can never get rid of the smell of sex, weed, and whatever else went on with the owner of this apartment before Gary moved in.

"Please leave." Gary said, stepping closer, slowly.

"Why? Can't we have a fun time?" She asked innocently.

A chill went down Gary's spine.

She took the knife from the inside of her sleeve and show it to Gary. Then in a effortless motion, slip the knife back into her left cuff. Gary would've been impressed if he wasn't horrified.

"Now, it either show me a good time...or I show someone else in this apartment a good time, hmm...maybe I go after your co-workers and see how they're doing?" She said casually, like she was discussing what the weather was like.

Gary tried to reason with the woman, key word being tried.

"Please, don't do this." Gary pleaded with her, hoping she would listen.

She rushed at him, a knife slipping into her hand out of her left cuff. Gary swung the pin at her, she dodge it with relative ease, and slashed her knife at him. He dodge the first swipe aimed at his face.

"You're interesting." She said, with a hint of attraction in her voice. With her right hand she punched Gary's pressure spot in his left arm that was carrying the rolling pin. It dropped on the ground. She stabbed the knife into his left arm deeply, Causing him to scream out in agony.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP , I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!" One of the tenants shouted from below.

Gary was blinded by pain, so he couldn't see the woman kicking his left leg hard causing him to buckle. He out of desperation, started to punch rapidly at her with his right hand, one of the blows connected with her stomach hard. It cause a grunt of pain and satisfaction from the assassin.

"You see, that more like it." She said, smiling at the fleeing Gary as he got back into the living room, his right arm bleeding on the carpet.

"Get out!" Gary said, now pissed off. She shrugs and pointed her knife at him.

"You know, you're a horrible host." She complained, charging at Gary.

Garry running off adrenaline, tried to uppercut her, but it caught on the edge of her chin, he tried again with a haymaker. She blocked with her elbow and put the knife right on his neck. Gary stopped moving altogether.

"You wanna know why I'm here?" She asked, a little disappointed with him as he stopped putting up a fight.

Gary stayed silent.

"Well I'm going to tell you anyway, You see funny enough, I'm not here for you." She traced the knife along his neck, stopping right on his Adam apple.

"I'm here to get something from somebody else that lives in this miserable dump." She said close to his ear.

"Who?" Gary questioned.

A hard knock on the door was heard.

" Eh Gary, you are alright in there?" A gruff, low-tone voice questioned from behind the door.

She motioned Gary to open the door, She moved the knife from his neck and placed the tip at the center of his back. She was hiding behind him, Since Gary was taller than her.

Gary slowly opened the door to reveal Trevor, His striking yellow eyes glaring into his own, a lit cigarette in his mouth.

"Hey you getting mugged in there?" Trevor questioned.

Gary slammed his elbow into the woman stomach, catching her off guard and releasing him for a second. Gary got out of his apartment. He grabbed Trevor's hand and started to run. Trevor went along with it.

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"Oh shit, so I guess I was right? Of course it was incredible daft of you to leave the bitch up there with all your valuables." Trevor said, keeping pace.

Gary had no time to answer. Trevor look back to see a woman chasing after them, gaining on them. Trevor had a weird feeling about this mugger. Almost like...

"Trevor! WATCH OUT!" Gary yelled out as he bounded the stairs.

"GARY SHUT UP I'M TRYING TO REMEBE-" Trevor was cut off as a knife was thrown straight into his Achilles heel with such force that it threw off his balance and he fell down the metal stairs.

"AH FUCK, SHIT, GODS DAMMIT ALL TO HELL, FUCKIN-" Trevor yelled as he tumbled. His face hit the floor where his apartment is. Gary tried to help him up but got blinded by the woman who hit him in the back of his head with the metal pommel of her knife. He felled completely dazed onto the ground.

Trevor, who at this point had a busted nose and was bleeding out from his leg came to a moment later. he got up off the ground, he was on one knee, he stared up at the woman in question.

"Oh shit, well how it going Vivian?" He asked nonchalantly.

Now, keep in mind. Gary was knocked down but he wasn’t out, at least not yet. The taste of salt and metallic filled his mouth, he must’ve bit the inside of his cheek too hard. The apparent warmth running down his shoulder took but a moment to register. But when it did, he had the appropriate response.

“OH MY GOD!” Gary screamed, tears rolling down his eyes. Trevor was less impressed. But considering the shit he has been through in all his years of living on that gods-forsaken earth and this somehow worse earth, he can’t really compare himself to Gary. It wasn’t fair for anybody. So he decided to comfort him in this dire time.

“It okay kid, it always hurts worst the first time, but once you getting stabbed every other-“

Trevor was cut off from giving Gary his wisdom with a swift kick to the jaw. Knocking him to the ground.

She knew that she needed him to talk, that why she held back. If she went full force with that kick, his jaw would've been broken.

“So…Trevor, you know what I want, you know we can make both you and this man lives a living, breathing hell, so why don’t you just be reasonable?” She said, matter of fact. While having a cold exterior on the outside, she was lit up like a Christmas tree in December on the inside.

“Ok, if you want to know where it is, I tell you, just let him go.” Trevor pulled out one of his broken teeth and tossed it after he said that.

She looked over to Gary, now let face it, most people in this situation would have just agreed to this, but she wasn’t like most, I mean, come on, most people didn’t own the amount of knives that she did.

“Alright. I let him go.” She purred as she walked over and kneeled in front of Trevor. She raised one eyebrow and pulled out a knife and placed it on his throat.

“Ok, now where it is?” She asked politely.

“I ate it.” He said, completely serious.

She laughed, pretty hard in fact. Just as Trevor started thinking he can make a move, she dug her knife deep into his jaw. He would’ve screamed but honestly? He was just tired.

“Let try that again, where is it?” She asked seriously.

“I wis I was lying, but it true.” He said, hurts like hell to talk.

She sighed and pulled out a rubber glove from the inside of her jacket. “Well that won’t be too much of a problem.” She said to herself.

Trevor realized at this moment he knew. He fucked up.

Gary, Seemingly outta nowhere, tackled her to the ground, knocking both the knife and rubber glove from her reach, Gary had his elbow over her throat and he was pressing down hard.

“Way to go kid! Fuck her up!” Trevor cheered as he got on his knees to support himself.

“Enough! Trevor called the freaking cops!” Gary yelled. Trevor scoffed and walked over to where her knife was.

She was really enjoying all this, he was playing possum! How cute. Trevor was about to grab her knife, meh…let him.

“You’re pretty strong, in a few minutes I'm going to lose consciousness.” She said, struggling for air.

She slammed her knee into his junk. The sharp pain causes Gary to get off of her for just one moment. She kicked him off with both of her feet. She quickly got up and turned towards Trevor, who was just standing there, menacingly. With her knife.

“You know, I’m feeling nice, I give you the first hit.” She said, smiling, putting her arms behind her back.

“Awww you heard that Gary? Maybe we can all go out for drinks after this. Gary?” Trevor looked to see that Gary was lying in a scary pool of blood. Gary groaned.

“Oh Shit.” Trevor threw the knife at her, she dodge it easily and pulled out two.

“Of fucking course.” Trevor thought and began to breathe deeply.

In less time then it took one to breathe, she threw the two knives in succession, one after the other. To the average viewer, it was like she threw nothing at all. To Trevor, however, he can see clearly.

He exhales. He open his fingers and caught the first knife with ease, Trevor smiled.

“I still got i-” The other knife interrupted Trevor as it caught him in the stomach. It caused him to double over for just a little while.

Just as Trevor looked up, She was on him.

“OH LIKE HELL YOU WILL!” With that battle cry, Trevor uppercutted her so hard, she crashed into the ceiling above them.

“WOAH WHAT THE FUCK?!” Said somebody who was living right above them.

“GO BACK TO SMOKING POT HAROLD! THIS DOESN'T CONCERN YOU.” Trevor yelled back.

Vivian landed on the ground with a thud, Trevor picked her by the collar and looked at her, she looked completely knocked out, eyes rolled over, but she was still breathing, good. He really didn’t want to deal with a dead body today.

“Oh shit, speaking of dead bodies.” Trevor mutters to himself as he runs over to check on Gary.

"Gary, you haven't gone to Thermes have you?" He asked of him.

All The bleeding man could do is moan. What seemed like words got blended together as he puked a little.

"Shit that not good." Trevor muttered to himself.

Police sirens obliterated the tense silence as Harold flush his stash down the toilet. Drug-dealers and their Ladies of the night started to rush out of their rooms and go to the fire escape.

"Well that even worst!" Trevor said angrily as he picked up Gary and headed downstairs.

He managed to get down the stairs with little difficultly and made into the foyer when the police entered.

One of the officers was black with short cut hair with a five a clock shadow that he need to take care of and the other one was a woman with tan skin and long black hair. They both look at Trevor who was carrying a young man bloodied body. They saw the blood trail that he left down the stairs.

"Oh good we need an ambulance!" Trevor said to them as the male officer pulled out his receiver and call for one.

"What in God's green earth happened here?" She asked of Trevor as he gently laid Gary down.

Both of the officers look shocked at the knife that was still embedded in Trevor's Achilles heel.

"Oh that. Don't worry, this is just an average Thursday for me." Trevor said casually as he explained what happened.

The male officer who went by Stark based on the nametag on his black uniform pulled out his gun and slowly ascended the stairs to detain the quote on quote "Bitch with the knife fetish."

Gary was vaguely aware of the voices he heard, he knew of them belong to Trevor. He was glad that he was ok. He could hear someone else voice, a female one that was different to the one that Trevor called Vivian. He felt tired, he could barely breathe let alone think, each breath getting shorter and shorter.

He felt himself being lifted and was fearful before he was placed on what he assumed to be a stretcher. The bright light blinding his one eye that managed to stay open. The last thing he saw was Trevor's face.