[-deleted-]: 16.Ruthless.Chapter 1

Author's Note: Please read the prologue to get the full gist of this however it's not essentail. Other than that just enjoy. :)

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Chapter 1

In the dark alley behind a pub you'd expect something illegal to be going on. Well it was not currently going on, it had already happened. A drunken man, of above average height, waddled down dodging the bins which had been thrown to either side of the passage. Suddenly a shot alerted the man; he turned quickly and fell straight onto his back side. The alley was quiet and the man began to rise again using the bin in front of him to help him up. As he managed to get to his feet, he wobbled again and quickly stood back up with the aid of the bin again. Quick footsteps could be heard again, the feet sounded loud against the puddles on the rain from the typical English rain. The dazed man looked up just in time to see a dark figure running past. He thought he was hallucinating at first a black blocked-in outline running fast with what appeared to be a gun in his hand. After passing the drunken man he turned to his left and straight into the main road.

After a minute of careful thought and consideration he pulled his courage together and began walking, one foot in front of the other moving as confidently and as quickly as possible. He was now cursing himself and was now wishing he hadn't taken the chance to go to the pub after his work today. He was a teacher at a popular school in the heart of London, where parents who wanted their best for their children sent them to get the best grades possible, and a hopeful good career after their education. Today had been a particular stressful day due to it being the first day back after the summer break for the children. He fellow teachers had tried to smile him up saying things like, "The first day back's always the worst, Mike." He had gone to the pub with the intention of only having one drink however had got carried away and started to drown his worries.

He had been brought back into the situation when he heard a groan from around the corner from where he currently was. He tried to speed up but just ended up falling over. He landed face first in a muddy puddle and thoughts began to run through his head. "Why am I doing this?" He had only been trying to get home and had now seen someone run away after a sharp sounding. His arms felt tired however he managed to get himself back on his feet and quite stable. He turned the corner still holding the wall for support. What he saw next shocked him. It was a man whose back was being propped up by bin bags full of rubbish from the tenants of the flats behind the casino. The smell was horrendous however Micheal Raton moved on towards the man. At first the towering flats had cast a shadow across most of his body.

The man in front of him had his arms spread wise trying to gathering himself up. The man was tanned and had a lot of stubble obviously from not shaving much. The man looked quite gangster-ish due to the fact he was wearing a lot of golden chains and he had a similar hair-style to that a lot of current rappers on the music scene. He was still groaning and as Jackson moved forwards it came more apparent why. He was clutching his left breast, just below a bullet hole which had hit him near the shoulder. The blood was seeping out slowly it had dribbled across his hand. The man groaned again as Jackson moved forwards he was able to see all the details of the man’s body including his clothing.

"Are you okay?" Raton asked the first thing that came to his mind. It was a bit of a stupid question and was the first thing he could probably ask seen as the person who was supposed to answer was clutching a wound that was probably fatal and would most likely result in his death.

The answer to the question was yet another groan to mimic the ones he had already let out. "Should I call the police?" Another useless question and the answer was a copy of the last, a simple groan of pain. With that he pulled out his phone and began to poke at the buttons. He had never liked the compact buttons on new phones they where too small to recognize especially when he was in a drunken state. We manage to finger three nines and the phone line was transferred across to the emergency services. He quickly stated the emergency and took the advice of the phone director and stayed with the casualty. The thought keep going through his mind about what he had done today. He had got annoyed at the school by silly little teenagers still going through their puberty stages. "Moody little twats ..." He thought to himself, he wasn't really angry more just annoyed with himself for letting it get to him. Still thinking the man’s groans starting to fade and not be so loud, soon enough the ambulance sirens could be heard pulling up onto the pavement out side the house.

The sound of metal on the cold stone floor was that of a trolley that had just sped around the corner with a paramedic either side pushing the trolley with all the might a dedicated paramedic could have. The trolley was rushed up to the casualty who had stopped groaning. The two ambulance staff scooped up the man and placed him carefully on the trolley. Raton thought that the man would be okay except my the time the trolley had reached the corner one of the paramedics leant over and checked the casualties pulse and then spoke to his companion confirming the moment of death to be recorded in a database back in the hospital. The trolley carried on around the corner and back into the back of the automobile. No longer had the ambulance left another type of sirens could be heard. It was that of a police car.