Somehow Harold had made it past Grady. Fucking Grady, who Jesep had personally see take on five men at once! Of course, Harold stumbled into the room looking like he'd been in the fight of his life...but still how the fuck had HE gotten past Grady! Harold looked at Jesep then to his sister naked and sobbing on the floor. Jesep watched as Harold put things together then looked back at him, with murder in his eyes.
Jesep quickly tried to explain, "I didn't do anything, she wanted-"
Harold didn't say a word. He just roared out and charged him like an enraged bull. Jesep became a bullfighter and simply stepped aside. Harold ran well past him and into the painting Genoa had been working on. He knocked it and the easel down along with the rest of the paint cans. He quickly tried to recover, sliding about. His foot went through the canvas. Jesep tilted his head. Pity he would have liked to kept that. Perhaps he would have hung it over their bed as a reminder of their first time.
"YOU!" Harold roared, still too incapacitated with rage to form actual sentences. He came at him again. Jesep knew he wouldn't be able to just step him this time. He stumbled back as Harold attacked. It quickly became an intense game of lunges then. Harold would try to lunge at him, Jesep would lunge away.
At one point Harold stumbled about winded. He looked tired...perhaps the number Grady had done on him had finally gotten to him. Jesep tried to reason with him, "YOUR SISTER IS A CRAZY FUCKING WHORE! I JUST GAVE HER WHAT SHE WANTED!"
Admittedly Jesep could have phrased that a bit better but he was mad...High on adrenaline from fucking and agitated from being suddenly attacked. Harold roared and once more they danced about the room. Perhaps when Harold tired and Jesep had a moment to think, they could work this out...come to an understanding of sorts.
Harold lunged and nearly got him. Jesep moved quickly and Harold came at him again but tripped. Jesep took the moment to catch his breath. Harold took a moment to grab a small metal pallet. Jesep believed it was used for mixing paint but couldn't be sure. All he really knew, was it was sharp and soon coming at him, quite quickly.
He wasn't sure how much damage it could do but soon found out as it sliced open his shirt and chest. He stung with pain. It felt like he'd been cut by a knife. Jesep moved quicker now, knowing it was sharp enough to pierce flesh. Harold didn't let up, he stabbed with vigor. Jesep quickly realized he was going to kill him at this rate. He needed to calm the fucker down.
"MONEY! I'LL GIVE YOU MONEY!"
Harold paused for a second, there was a hope that his offer had reached him. Yet a second later Harold bellow, "I DON'T WANT YOUR FUCKING MONEY! MY SISTER'S NOT FOR SELL!"
He came at him but Jesep pulled back, he moved his hands up in defense responding, "Everything has its price, Harold….think about it. I'm a very, very rich man!"
Harold didn't think about it. He lunged and this time Jesep wasn't quick enough the pallet went hard into his shoulder. He cried out in pain as it hit the bone. Harold pulled it back out and then came back down on him. Jesep managed to turn but got stabbed in the back. He sharply pulled away. Harold was unable to pull the pallet out again. Jesep put some distance between them before he painfully pulled it from his back.
"HAROLD," Genoa cried finally joining in, "STOP! PLEASE! DON'T!"
"SEE!" said Jesep. "SHE WANTS YOU TO STOP! SHE WANTS ME!"
Harold roared and came at him again. Jesep darted around the room until finally Grady barreled in. Just what the fuck had he been doing up to until now! He was supposed to be his personal assistant and bodyguard. He wasn't doing much of either at the moment.
"MIND DOING YOUR JOB AND ASSISTING ME?" Jesep raged.
Grady had his sleeves rolled up. Jesep never realized how muscular he was. He looked at Harold yet again. How the fuck did Harold beat Grady! What, did he get a "lucky" punch in or something? Grady moved, getting in between Harold and Jesep. Harold came at him and Jesep watched the two box back and forth. Grady got a jab on Harold's chin and then Harold managed to punch Grady's ear.
Suddenly someone was pawing at Jesep. He looked down to see Genoa. She was on her knees "Please stop this!" she begged, "I'll go with you willingly! Please just don't hurt him!"
He sneered down at her. "I haven't touched him you dumb cunt! In case you haven't noticed he's trying to hurt me! Make him stop!"
Genoa looked around then looking at someone. He followed her gaze to the shadow. Jesep had all but forgotten about it. She pleaded to it "PLEASE STOP THIS. YOU PROMISED!"
For some reason it really pissed Jesep off. When she turned back to look at him, to paw at him. He balled his fist up tight and sent it down hard on face connecting with her eye. Her wail filled the room as she fell back to the ground. Jesep didn't stop, he kicked her to shut up, this time he meant it and put some weight into it. She let out a painful yelp as her body rolled and slid across the tarp.
Jesep turned back to the fight just in time to see Harold run passed Grady with such unbelievable speed. He was like a "bolt of lightning" crashing down on Jesep as he yelled, "BASTARD!"
Jesep still had the pallet in his hand. He turned and sunk it deep into Harold chest. Harold still managed to get a hard blow in, cracking Jesep's jaw...possibly even breaking it. He surged with pain as he flew back, hitting the floor hard. Harold kicked him then breaking several of his ribs, he looked like he was going to keep coming but suddenly pulled back, realizing he'd been stabbed. His hands and then his eyes fell on the pallet that was shoved deep in his chest. There would be no removing that without assistance. He sunk to his knees. It was a wonder he was still conscious.
He held tight to the pallet handle and looked to Jesep cursing him, "YOU SLIMY FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! I'M CALLING THE POLICE!"
He must have been in shock, clearly he wasn't thinking. He needed an ambulance not the police. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"Jesep painfully spat, his jaw clicking. He tried to get up realizing his ribs might be broken.
"I'M CALLING THE POLICE AND ALL OF YOU!" said Harold still madly rambling as he looked around the room, at Grady and then Esma who came to stand in the doorway. Blood sputtered from Harold lips "ARE GOING TO ROT IN PRISO-"
Harold didn't finish his sentence...nor would he ever. In one swift motion, Grady stepped up behind him, grasped hold of Harold's head and spun it sharply to the side. The room filled with a barely audible snap as Grady broke Harold neck, instantly killing him. That shut him up! A moment later Grady let go of Harold and his lifeless body slumped to the floor. Jesep looked at Harold and then to Grady with surprise.
He seemed unfazed. He'd just killed a man like it was nothing. Of course, Jesep wasn't going to say anything but what of...Esma? He painfully turned seeing Esma shake her head. She put her hands on her hips and said, "Why didn't you just do that in the first place! It would have saved us all a lot of time and trouble."
Grady didn't respond to her. He simply stepped over Harold's dead body and offered his hand to Jesep, "Are you hurt? Please allow me to inspect your injuries, sir."
"I-" Jesep parted his lips and then the room filled with hysterical screams
Genoa had just been sitting there in shock but it had seemingly sunk in that her brother had just been murdered before her very eyes. Jesep watched her crawl up to him...her hands trembled as she threw herself nearly on top of him. "NOOO! NOOO! NOOOO! HAROLD! HAROLD! NOOO! NOOO DON'T LEAVE ME! NO! NOOO! NOOO! THIS WASN'T SUPPOSE TO HAPPEN! I WAS GOOD! I WAS GOOD!"
Jesep took Grady's hand and allowed him to help him up. He worried Grady might suddenly turn and kill Genoa as well. While Jesep found himself rather sullen with her at the moment, she was still his. "I don't think you need to take care of Genoa. She wont be a problem. I doubt anyone will believe her." said Jesep. "Thank you for... assisting me,"
Grady looked at Jesep closely, he seemed to be looking for something within him. The room began to shake ever so slightly then. An earthquake? No, it took Jesep a moment to realize it wasn't the room that was shaking but everything within it. He felt a sudden dip of pressure within the room. It was so drastic his skin reacted instantly. His hair and every one else's hair began to move about. He saw some smaller items lift up into the air. It was like someone had suddenly turned on a giant fan. What was this?
"SHE'S UNSTABLE!" screamed Esma looking to Grady. "DO SOMETHING BEFORE SHE KILLS US ALL!"
Grady quickly turned, moving to touch Genoa but before he could touch her. She threw her hand up and like rag doll, Grady sudden flew back, hitting the large window. with such force that his body shattering through the thick, nearly unbreakable glass. He continued to fly back into the building across the street.. Jesep's mouth dropped as Grady disappear from sight, leaving a hole in the other building. Never in all his life had see seen something like that. It wasn't...IT WASN'T POSSIBLE!
His eyes widened as he looked to Esma, who was looking at Genoa, "OHHHHHHH SHITTTT!"
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