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#2011-05-06 09:00:00, as written by Seraph

“You’re injured. I wouldn’t want you to strain yourself, boss.”

Nickolai would hear this and promptly respond with "Strain myself? With you? I'd love to."

The care ride there was brief, but he wouldn't have called it "uneventful. Watching the way she handed the V12, he had to be honest, she was one of the best drivers he had seen. She drifted around corners of empty streets, sped down long stretches of road--the engine purring smoothly behind them. It wasn't loud and rambunctious like his straight power Challenger 1977. It had a blower and a totally different beast of an engine. It was loud alright. You knew you were in a monsters belly. It could come off the line twisting its on chassis along the way. The sound of a lion roaring.

He watched Natalia grip the gear shift, her hand absentmindedly grabbing for a clutch. He chuckled on the inside. Classy. Very classy. Even as he sat bleeding from a knife wound--he could still not draw his attention away from her graceful, swift movements. He finally looked away as she drew to a stop near his family's estate. However, before she could actually park her car--he was up and out of the still at the time, moving vehicle. He clutched the arm that had a puncture wound, tucking it close to his boy. He forced the main gate open just enough for a single person to get through and began wandering forwards--fearlessly. This was where his temper often failed him. He was reckless a lot of the time. Putting himself at the forefront of engagements when he needed to take the back seat.

He threw his S&W to some unknown corner of the courtyard, instead vying for the pistol his father had given him.A custom engraved M1911 Colt .45 ACP. He walked around the large fountain that depicted no just one or two--but several cherubs in frolic. His eyes dead set on the mansion doors. Suddenly a sonic boom swept the area, knocking out all the windows of the mansion, trampling Nickolai and sending him to the ground, and even rocking the car that Natalia drove.

The sonic boom hadn't quite made Nickolai fall over just yet, but it definitely had an impact on him. The shock-wave thereafter, would flatten him as it did the manor. La Noir est Monté would implode, collapsing into a centered heap on the earth. All the memories, sculptures, memoirs, and mementos--gone, all gone. Nickolai lie in the courtyard, soot and ash covered. He was clutching his ribs. They had most assuredly been fractured--several at the very least. He was crying out, but everything was deaf to him as his ear rung and his world spun. His eyes clenched tightly closed as he rolled over onto his chest and shakily pushed himself off the ground.

He coughed and spat blood up, it leaked from his mouth like a dry paste. His teeth and lips were covered in it. He was blind, deaf and for the moment--mute. His sensory organs had taken a thrashing and were so disturbed, it would take him ore than a few minutes of sheer willpower to recover. But still, he he held on to his Colt. Standing up like a drunk he firedseveral shots--until he cleaned his mag of bullets and the firing pin 'clicked'. But because he could not hear, he kept squeezing the trigger before he collapsed to his knees and slumped to the ground.

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