Edward Masen: Hitman: Chapter 1: Jacob Black

Thursday 4 March 2010

Chapter 1: Jacob Black

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Jacob Black

EPOV

I sat at the bland grey table, glass of milk in hand and pocket size briefcase by my left foot next to the table. One of Carlisle’s cooks came out with my usual meal of mozzarella and garlic pasta and set it gently on the table in front of me before disappearing to the kitchen outback leaving the room silent, except from the sound of Carlisle taking a drag from his cigarette, the embers flashing a bright crimson orange and then transforming into white ash, with small specks drifting off into the air, fluttering down into the ashtray by his wrist.

“Edward, I hope you’re well?” Carlisle asked, exhaling a cloud of smoke that drifted upwards, mild concern in his tone and a tight lipped smile on his face. His white blonde hair casting shadows from the late afternoon sun bleeding through the slats of the blinds, radiating a gloomy glow across the room.

“Yes Carlisle, I’m very well thank you” I replied, devoid of any emotion in my voice whilst picking up a fork and picking absently at the dish in front of me.

“Well, lets get down to business than shall we?” Carlisle’s calm voice echoed slightly around us. He slid a black and white picture under my nose using two fingers. The guy in the photo looked in his early twenty’s and had straight, jet black, shoulder length hair, his thick brows were pulled together into a frown and his jaw seemed to be clenched tight. His eyes were looking just off to the left of the camera

Carlisle leaned his head forward and lowered his tone of voice into a menacing murmur

“This bulky son of a bitch is Jacob Black, part of an Indian tribe named the Quileute’s. He comes to town every week and enjoys fucking around with Eleazar’s customers, tryna cash in as much as he can before disappearing back to his shitty reservation in Washington. Now, you know Eleazar is a reasonable guy; he just wants...a conversation. But this guy?” Carlisle jabbed the photo with his finger before continuing. “He isn’t having any of it. Maybe he’ll listen to you?”

I raised my head to look at Carlilse and cocked an eyebrow but kept silent, waiting for him to carry on.

“He checks in at the Denali Hotel at 10pm tonight. Are you free at 10pm tonight Edward?”

I processed the information of this Jacob Black in my mind. He seemed to be the type followed by human guards who would be adequately armed and on the lookout.

Should be easy enough

I chugged the remains of my milk and placed the glass firmly back on the table, slid the picture out of Carlisle’s grip and into my pocket.

“Yeah, I’m free at 10pm tonight”

~*~*~*~*

At ten o’clock that evening, Jacob Black pulled up at the Denali hotel, glanced at the building through the tinted window and pulled the talkie out if his front pocket, pushing the red button on the side with the pad of his large thumb to speak to his guards.

“This shit’s ‘bout to go down tonight gentleman; remember to keep a look out guys. Seth you keep the ground floor by the elevator, Paul and Jared you guys with me, Embry you take the security room and keep a look out on the monitors, oh and Quil stand by the stairs at the top” He ordered and was greeted with squawks of murmured agreements and confirmations as he slid out of the car, immediately flanked by five burly men, all armed with 586 Revolvers, M9 Beretta pistols and 9mm Micro Uzi’s.

With these firearms Jacob knew him and his men were untouchable.

As he ploughed through the door of the hotel with his guards closely behind, their footsteps echoing through the large high ceilinged reception, all heads turned to look at them. Low murmurs and whispers filled the space around them and Jacob winked at a group of females lingering by the reception desk reducing them to giggle like teenage girls and twirl their hair around their fingers whilst looking over his frame in appreciation.

They marched past the manager - standing to attention, hand out and waiting to greet them excitedly- without a forward glance, past the black, well built six foot security guard and stopped outside the silver doors of the elevator.

Jacob gave the nod as the doors opened with a high pitched bell chime and the group dispersed into their given positions. Seth stood next to the elevator, back to his wall and eyeing the front doors of the hotel. Embry took the fire exit and made way climbing the stairs towards the security office and Quil followed whilst Jacob entered the elevator, followed by Paul and Jared and pushed the button that read ‘PH’ before the steel doors slid shut and closed them off from the outside world, the last image being Jacob’s devilish grin as he anticipated the amount of money he would be making from his penthouse suite tonight.

***

Seth stood by the elevator and smirked as a couple walked past, eyeing him warily, no doubt noticing the gun in his belt, fully loaded and ready to use if anyone tried to fuck him around. This was the first time the boss had allowed him to keep lookout on his own, and even though Jake was sixteen flights of stairs away, Seth was still watching everything and anyone that moved.

However Seth was still young, and, like every young man who was given a command to stay still and keep watch, got bored and moved his concentration from the people mingling in the reception, to the warped patterns on the high ceilings, focusing intently on the abstract designs with morbid curiosity. So involved in studying the patterns that he didn’t realize that maybe the hotel had fallen a little too silent, and that a slight chill, along with a dark presence had permeated through the grounds. Thus causing Seth to lift his head and get his bearings, only to be met with the ice cold barrel of a Revolver pressed firmly into his jaw.

Seth’s throat ran bone dry and his eyes widened, drawing in the image of the guy in front of him, as its lips parted to speak.

“I would like to have a word with your boss if I may” the ghostly voice rang in Seth’s ears and he gulped causing the gun’s barrel to shift slightly against his skin with the movements, sending a trickling cold shiver down his spine. He retrieved the receiver from his pocket and fumbled for the red button on the side.

“Uhh, boss, it’s Seth downstairs. There’s a guy wants to talk to you” he croaked into the receiver and lifted off the button, as they both waited for a reply.

“Well, what’s he look like?”

Seth willed his eyes to move over the figure in front of him, his mind processing the black clothing clinging to his lean form in contrast to the pale skin of his face and the flash of bronze hair sticking out from his black beanie. His eyes covered by rectangular black tinted glasses reflecting the ice cold gun pressed to Seth’s face with perfect clarity.

“Serious”

***

Jacob stared at the receiver in his hand and frowned

Serious? What the hell does that mean?

Just as he was about to ask that very question, Seth’s voice spilled through the speakers and filled the space

“He says he’s coming up”

The series of noises that followed after made Jacob’s blood turn cold and his nostrils flare in anger. The distinct noise of a gun being cocked, the trigger pulled, and a quiet cough of a bullet leaving the firearm, the noise compressed by the gun’s silencer, followed by fuzzy static from the crushed receiver that once belonged to Seth.

Seth, my friend, my brother. No asshole gets away with killing my brother.

He flung open the door to his room and proceeded to make his way to the living room. There on the glass coffee table were vast amounts of small square plastic bags, two scales and a cutting board holding a generous heap of white powder. Paul and Jared were situated at each end concentrating on their given job. Cutting, weighing, bagging.

“Somebody’s coming up. Somebody serious.” Jake spat through clenched teeth and his hands were balled into tight fists as Paul and Jared glanced up at him, then to each other, a silent conversation passing through their eyes before they stood and reached for their guns. Paul opened the front door of the suite and made his way to the elevators opposite, cocking his gun and aiming at the elevator, followed by Jared as the numbers on the screen above the metal doors continued to rise

9...10...11...12

Quil dashed up the last flight of stairs at the far end of the corridor and ran to where the elevators were situated, hearing the commotion through his own receiver, he knew what was going on and joined Jared, cocking his own gun like the other two had and aiming at the elevators

13...14...15

“Get ready boys” murmured Paul, gripping his firearm tighter with both hands and waiting for the tell tale signal.

Ding.

Before the steel doors even slid open their guns were blazing, the hallway filled with thunderous explosions of bullets leaving barrels and perforating through the figure in front of them.

“STOP!” Jacob yelled, pushing past Quil and Jared, stopping next to Paul. The first few milliseconds of silence echoed the plinks of shells scattering across the stone floor, but their ears were still ringing from the gunfire, bodies frozen and gazes locked with the form staring back at them.

“Seth” Jacob breathed, the weight of the sight in front of him becoming too much, causing him to fall on his knees and drop his head in his hands.

Held up by a tightrope round his neck in the elevator slumped Seth’s body, his flesh punctured and torn from his brothers’ bullets, his radio in pieces by his crumpled legs and his gun laid isolated in the corner of the small space. The slow rhythm of Seth’s blood dripping on the floor surrounded them and Jacob pressed the heel of his hands firmly into his eye sockets, wishing he could erase the image from his mind.

In a low dead voice he spoke to the men behind him.

“Find that motherfucker, and rip his body to fucking pieces.” His words resounded through the hallway and ricocheted back to the four pairs of ears, however they didn’t register with the three guards minds’, their concentration solely revolving around the broken corpse in the elevator and the effect their gunshots had on its wilted form.

“NOW!” Jacob’s bellowed order shocked the three guards back into shape, and were at once reloading guns and shuffling towards the stairs with newfound vigour.

Jacob pulled himself up into a standing position with determination; he turned his body away from Seth after a last lingering glance at his lifeless body, and made his way back into his suite.

***

Embry watched each of the small black and white monitors with narrowed eyes, his whole body was itching to leave the small office and go join the others, but his mind knew that he would be more helpful keeping watch here, and reporting back to the boss if he were to spot anything.

He swept his eyes over the monitors again lingering on each one for a few seconds before moving to the next one. From his peripheral vision he noticed one of the monitors flicker and he snapped his eyes to it. His palms began sweating and his mouth ran dry when he realized which camera it was.

The one situated by the stairs.

The one situated by the stairs, right outside his office.

The monitor flickered once more before cutting out completely, showing nothing but darkness.

Embry felt a bead of sweat trickle down his neck and the walls of the small office close in on him. His breath quickened and his sweaty palms slicked over his gun on the desk and gripped it for dear life. His free hand bashed the side of the monitor, his inner instincts wishing it was due to a fault in the technology of the monitor that it no longer showed anything, but his mind knew better.

He swallowed hard in the attempt to salivate his dry throat and took a deep breath; the thick hot air whirled down his lungs whilst he stood and carried himself over to the small office door on shaky legs. He gripped his hand tighter around his gun with one hand and lifted his other sweaty trembling one to fold around the office door handle.

Better to just do it like a damn band-aid

He flung open the office door and welcomed the cool breeze that swept over his face and pushed the strands of hair that clung to his sweaty skin behind his ear. He walked over to the flight of stairs and peered over the railing, aiming his gun in different directions

Nothing

He turned around and let out a sigh of relief, wondering if his inner instincts may have been correct. He made his way back to the office but failed to spot the black figure looming overhead until it was too late, and with a flash of pale white skin, a rope whipped around Embry’s neck and dragged him upwards, cutting off his air supply and killing him in an instance, his feet and hands twitching before falling completely lifeless.

Edward dropped his legs and swung down, landing on the floor with his legs bent, before standing straight and walking in the office. He looked at the monitors closely, establishing where the rest of the guards were and plotting his next moves to get access into the suite. He noticed the one monitor with a blank screen and frowned, bashing it on the side slightly. After unsuccessfully waiting for the screen to come to life, he shrugged and walked out the office, leaving it in a gloomy silence until a ghostly breeze passed through the tiny room, papers straying from their original site and landing on the floor in a scattered heap.

In the right hand corner the lone blank monitor buzzed with electricity and flickered back to life, the small black and white screen displaying Embry’s legs where he hung, swaying in the breeze, to the square dormant space of the office.

***

Jacob sat on the small brown couch, elbows on knees, and head in hands muttering his now dead brother’s name over and over. Shaking his head and sighing in frustration before Paul, Jared and Quil burst through the front door of the suite

“Jake, we got nothin’ he just...disappeared”

“What?!” Jacob growled. He couldn’t understand how this man could just disappear without being seen.

“I’ve tried radioing Embry and I’m gettin’ nothing back man” Quil wailed, concern etched in his voice.

First Seth, now Embry too?

A lone silenced gunshot came from outside the glass sliding doors on the other side of large room, making all four heads snap in its direction.

Jacob waved them towards the glass doors. “Go check the terrace”

The three guards made their way to the sliding glass doors slowly, their guns pointing at a different angle with every step. They slid the doors open and proceeded to investigate. Jacob watched from his space on the couch warily.

Suddenly gunshots were fired and the shutters to the glass doors slid down, shading the room into darkness, cutting him off from the others outside. Gunshots continued to fire, punching holes of minimal light into the suite.

After a few seconds the gunshots ceased, and there was nothing but deathly silence and Jacob’s heavy breathing filling the large black space. He knew there was only him left, and for once in Jacob’s life, he felt heart stopping, gut wrenching fear trickling through his veins. He stood up, stumbling and patting his way through the darkness trying to locate the hallway which led to the front door. He felt for the gun on the coffee table and gripped it, reloading it with the ammo that was in his pocket. Walking backwards, his head snapping in different directions, and his eyes narrowed trying to see through the darkness of the halls he made his way towards the front door.

His breaths were coming quicker now, resounding through the silent walls and his heart thudded in his chest. He carried on stepping backwards, gun out in front of him with one hand whilst the other felt the wall next to him, giving him a brief sense of direction in the darkness. A glint of silver caught his peripheral vision and with a swift movement a thin steel blade was pressed tightly against the skin of Jacob’s neck.

“Hey listen man...if it’s my stash you want I got a fresh load, uncut and undiluted on the coffee table. You want it, it’s yours” He stuttered, trying to appease the figure behind him, his voice box vibrating against the cold edge of the knife that was pressed tighter into his skin.

Edward used his free hand to locate the cordless phone that was on the wall next to them. He lifted it from the wall and dangled it in front of Jacob’s face

“There is someone that would like to talk to you” Edward’s low lifeless voice ran through Jacob’s ears, and he shuddered as he grasped the phone and placed it against his ear

“Jacob, my dear friend, its Eleazar here”

“H-hi”

“I hear that you’re in town...again”

“Yes...I-I mean no...Just for today”

“Good. So it’s safe to say that my customers will no longer be seeing your ugly fucking dog face around here again, am I correct?”

“...Yeah” Jacob breathed, as the knife edged deeper into his throat, close to cutting the skin.

“Let me speak to our mutual friend”

Jacob lifted the phone from his ear with shaky hands and angled it over his shoulder

“He wants to talk to you” he announced, his voice low and shaky whilst Edward took the receiver from his hands with a frown before pressing it to his own ear.

“Yes?”

“Make sure he understands, and then let him go” The click of the line going dead and then the dial tone rang in Edwards ear. He placed the phone back into Jacobs hand and pressed the knife slightly harder against his neck.

“Do you understand?”

“Y-yes” Jacob croaked.

Edward raised an eyebrow and ducked his head so he could speak closer to his ear. “So say it”

Jacob flinched from the sound of Edwards voice being so close, and he squeezed his eyes shut

“I understand!” he cried, desperate for the pressure of the blade to lift from his neck, and in a movement quicker than when it arrived, the knife disappeared from Jacob’s neck, along with the person who had been holding it there in the first place.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

I sighed and dropped myself into the seat in the empty carriage at the back of the train, closing my eyes and rubbing my temples. I just felt so fucking tired. And it wasn’t just the fact that I always slept with one eye open. It was just...everything. I always made sure that I held no emotion when I was on a job, but I couldn’t help feeling that the emotionless part of me when I was working was spilling into my personal life and consuming me, and, to tell the truth, It scared the shit out of me. I had no idea how to stop it.

I definitely couldn’t ask Emmett or Jasper what was happening to me. The thought of the last time I had talked to them about how I felt made me grimace.

“It’s simple” Emmett casually shrugged “You need to get fucking laid man”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head; trust Emmett to put everything down to sex.

“I don’t think that’s it Em” I sighed, and leaned back, folding my hands behind my head.

“How would you know?” he leaned forward, amusement lacing his voice “Wasn’t the last girl you banged that Jessica chick like two years ago?”

I cringed as his words brought back that slight unpleasant memory. I had just finished a big job and felt the need for a drink. I met Jessica at the bar and she pretty much flung herself at me. I was still a virgin and just wanted to get it over with, thus resulting in me going back to her place. It was quick, quiet and awkward.

“Just forget it Emmett” I spat, and left for my apartment.

I sighed and came back to the present. Hopefully I would be able to get to my apartment without seeing Emmet tonight or Carlisle for that matter but seeing as I live above their shop, it will probably be impossible. I could always tap into my Hit man ways, climb the back wall and sneak in through my window, but like I said, I try and not let my work seep into my personal life.

Seems like it already fucking has though.

The train pulled up to my station and I wearily made my way onto the platform and out into the cold bitter night. The November wind biting around me whilst I walked the two blocks to my apartment. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Jasper, leaning against the shop door smoking, the embers glowing orange against the darkness. He spotted me and gave a slight nod in my direction and I gave a faint smile back in appreciation. Somehow he always understood how I was feeling, and right now I didn’t want a conversation, I wanted the tiny excuse of my home.

He flicked the butt out onto the street and walked back in through the shop door as I passed. I pushed through the door next to the shop and made the daily climb of the twelve flights of stairs till I reached my floor.

I never used the elevator.

Trudging down the hallway I heard muffled voices coming from the apartment next to mine. As I got closer I realized that they were two females seeming to be in a heated conversation.

“For chris’ sakes Bella, could you at least try not to give me shit tonight? Phil doesn’t like it when you whinge about absolutely nothing. And to be quite honest, neither do I”

“Don’t blame me; blame that fucking blonde bitch who won’t get off my ass!”

“That’s enough about Roaslie! I can’t deal with your petty shit right now, and stop the goddamn swearing. Act the way I raised you too”

“Like a scatter-brained whore you mean?”

I pushed the key into my door, trying to stop listening to the trivial disagreement that was obviously happening between mother and daughter. That was until I heard a loud slap and suddenly the door slung open, and a girl burst through.

A girl that, undoubtedly, took my breath away.

Her skin was alabaster white, like mine only hers looked much more appealing. Her sleek mahogany hair cascaded in loose waves down her back and the contrast from the colour of her hair compared to the paleness of her skin was startling. Her tiny body had curves in all the right places and I instantly felt guilty for raking my eyes over her body like some drooling teenager and forced my eyes to rise to her face. She was holding her cheek with both hands and staring at me wide eyed like a deer caught in headlights. It was then that my eyes locked with hers, and I felt myself becoming lost in her deep chocolate brown eyes. My breath caught at the intensity of them but she shielded her face with her hair, and blushed, mumbling something before pattering down the hallway and out of sight.

I stood frozen for a couple seconds, staring after her before turning round and pushing my apartment door open and closing it behind me. I took a deep breath, removed my coat and made my way over to the windowsill, picking up my plant and shutting the window. I took a quick shower, leaning my head against the tiles the whole time, completely exhausted, before getting dressed and walked into the living room. There was a single leather chair in the room with a side table and a lamp. I sat down in it with a sigh and placed my gun on the side table before turning off the lamp and closing my eyes.

Images of the girl with the deep brown eyes filled my mind before I succumbed to a restless sleep.

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