Snippet #1728505

In the storage cart Sacco moved boxes around to make sure their hostage was still there, she was, so she re-stacked the boxes and sat down, her head in her hands. She heaved a great sigh in boredom, she knew that what the Big Cheese wanted her to stay and watch the Zoccolitto bearcat, and she knew why too, but it still bored her to tears having to do little things like this.

"Babysitting bearcat, this is what my life has been reduced to," Sacco said to herself.

"Don't beef, that's not good for your health," a voice said. Sacco looked up to see a man standing in the shadows, his eyes were wild and a wicked smiled glowed on his face.

"Beat it," she said.

"No can do bimbo," the man answered. He stepped closer and she then saw that a dark liquid was dripping off of him.

"How'd you bump off?" she asked.

"Does it show?"

"More than you think," she said grabbing the shiv from her pocket and standing up. The man, so quickly she couldn't stop it, grabbed her shoulder and shoved her against the wall, making her shiv drop from her hand. His hand slid to her throat ready to strangle her, but hesitate.

"A doll?" he said in surprise. She took this opportunity to shove him back into some boxes.

"Part of the Marciano family too," she said. The man smiled and then ran at her with a punch, he missed her face, but clipped her shoulder. The two went at it for awhile, the man punching and splattering blood on her quite a bit, her getting him half as much, but her punches just as strong. Soon the two were heaving, an angry death glare on Sacco's face and a still cocky and joy-filled one on the man's.

"I love a good fighter, you are Palooka, Sheba," he said with a chuckle. Sacco growled in rage, she wanted this man to hurt, but she could see that that wasn't going to happen with him acting like this was a joke.

"YOU ARE GOING TO FEEL SO MUCH PAIN!" Sacco practically yelled.

"We'll see," the man answered, then threw her into a big pile of boxes, making her be the center of an avalanche of wooden boxes filled with heavy objects. All these fell on top of her, knocking her out. The man walked over to where she was crushed and smiled wildly, his eyes huge and glowing in the dark.

"I'm sure we will meet again, Sheba," he said, he kissed one of the boxes, leaving a blooded kiss on them. He smiled and turned towards one of the windows, slipping out of it and back onto the train's roof. He left the door closed, but unlocked, and the window open letting a cool night breeze flow in.