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Silent Wings	By : Rhia Category: S through Z > Sin City Views: 2628 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Silent Wings
- 2-The Job of the Falcon
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The Job of the Falcon

    The scream of the screech owl woke Marv with a start. The warm fire that Eerin had built was smoldering and looked like it had gone out hours ago. Marv lifted himself into a sitting position and squinted, trying to see through the gloom. He could still feel a lingering ache in his chest whenever he drew a breath, but other than the cuts and bruises on his face, arms, and chest he was healing pretty good. Marv flexed his hands and felt the muscles complain from lack of use. His body was stiff and every time he moved it hurt.

    Small splashes made his head jerk around. Apparently old instincts are hard to repress, even when they cause you pain. His neck felt like one big knot, and as it twisted the knot tightened like a noose around his throat. When the pain finally became bearable, Marv opened his eyes. There was a goddess bathing in the pool not fifteen feet from him, a goddess with messy red hair, and a skinny toned body. Marv could taste something on the air, something heavy and wet. Something metallic on his tongue. Blood. There was no forgetting that taste. When he focused on the goddess again he could see that she was scrubbing herself raw with a small white towel, a white towel that was turning pink from blood. The goddess dipped her head underwater, running her fingers through her short course hair. When she surfaced she shook her head violently, like a dog, making her small round breasts bounce slightly. The goddess climbed out of the water and with a flick of her wrist, pulled back her hair into a messy ponytail. When she bent over to pick up her clothing that was piled on the stone floor next to the pool, Marv got a great view of her small tight ass. If it didn�t hurt so bad to be alive, Marv might have been turned on.

    The goddess knelt next to the pool and tossed her clothes in. She reached for her shirt and scrubbed it against a wet rock that was partially submerged. She did the same thing to her shorts and her socks. Ten minutes later, the goddess let out a satisfied sigh and stood, taking the dripping clothing with her. Across from the pools and downwind from the fire pit was a piece of long white rope that was strung around two pillars of rock and pulled tight. A clothesline. Marv noticed that his shirt that had once been covered in blood was hanging alongside her jeans and t-shirt, completely free of stains. He wondered how long it had taken her to scrub all those bloodstains out.

    The goddess moved from the clothesline to the fire pit, staring at the smoldering embers. The glimmer barely illuminated her face, but Marv could see a long jagged scar that ran from ear to chin cutting angrily across her face. Where had such a kind woman received such an injury? Marv had no good answers. The goddess knelt in front of the pit, and pulled a few logs from the pile. She tossed them on in a shower of red sparks. The embers began to burn into the new wood and after a few minutes, the fire was rekindled. The goddess sat in front of the fire on the overturned bucket. Marv could see the water dripping down the bare plane of her back, each bead sparkling with the light from the fire.

    The goddess looked up as a high-pitched whistle split the air. She sighed knowingly as a tiny blur of brown shot through the air and careened straight into her bare chest. Catching the little bundle of feather like it was a softball, Eerin let out a small giggle.

    �Dilly, you know better than to make Alistair mad at you.� Marv could hear little cooing noises from the tiny owl cupped in her hands. There were some low and high-pitched whistles coming from another bird in the room that Marv could not locate. Eerin shook her head in defeat, moving the bundle of feather from her chest to her fingertips. �Fine, you little monster, but only for tonight, then its back to the roost.�
    She stood up and turned around suddenly, staring Marv right in the face. He was caught like a deer in the headlights. Dillon made a small chirping noise and shimming up Eerin�s arm toward her shoulder. Marv was speechless; he had been caught red-handed staring at her. Eerin�s head cocked to the side, and at the same time, the tiny owls head followed hers. A large smile widened across her face.
    �Marv, your awake again.� She shook her shoulder, dislodging the tiny owl. �Away with you, troublemaker, go to your perch.� Dillon few across Marv�s vision and he looked at the other side of the bed where the owl had landed. Stuck in the ground were a few wooden perches of varying sizes and shapes all lined up in a row. Dillon hunkered down and shook himself on his perch, sending some loose feathers and fluff drifting to the floor. Eerin shook her head as she walked over to Marv. �That little fluffball will be the death of me.� She got down on her haunches and leaned over Marv�s chest, touching the bandages lightly with her fingertips. �You heal pretty fast, Marv.� She commented as she removed a few of them. �Probably a good thing too, open wounds are hard to keep clean in this place.�
Marv swallowed heavily as her breasts came close to his face. His breathing increased and his muscles tightened. Eerin drew back, looking him in the eye, tilting her head to the side as if she were confused.
    �Is something wrong Marv?� Her voice held no sensual promise; no hidden lust, she was innocent.
    �You�re a little underdressed there Eerin.� She drew back further, the realization dawning in her eyes. �Not that I mind the view though.� Marv continued with a smirk. Eerin blushed a little and after a silent trip to the clothing pile she threw a long white t-shirt over her head.
    �Is that better?� She turned around, modeling her new look. Marv grinned.
    �That dress looks mighty nice on you.� He winked and rubbed his hand against his leg. �Eerin, you got a smoke around here?� Eerin�s brow furrowed in thought. She paced back and forth for a few minutes and then walked across the cave to the clothesline and pulled out a pack from her jean pockets. She sat next to Marv and flicked open her cigarette lighter, lighting two of them ablaze. She removed one from her mouth and carefully placed it between Marv�s lips. She took a long drag from her own and let the smoke ease out through her nose.
    �It�s been a long time since I had company.� She was apparently trying to make up for her naked behavior earlier. �I am not used to having anyone but the birds around.� Marv waved the hand with the butt in it, dismissing her attempts at forgiveness.
    �Don�t think about it, Little Bird. I wasn�t complaining.� Eerin�s face flushed red and she dropped her head, the shadows darkening her features so they were obscured.
    �I got some work I need to do tonight. Will you be ok if I leave you here?� Marv smirked and took a final drag from the cigarette, handing the charred stump to Eerin to put out.
    �I�m a big boy, Little Bird. I promise not to go wandering off, not like I can walk or anything.� Eerin nodded and looked around the cave hesitantly.
    �I won�t be more than a few hours. If you gotta go, go just outside in the ditch. There is enough rainwater still left that it won�t smell this place up. It�s hard enough trying to keep this place smelling good when you have birds pooping everywhere and you live next to a dump.� She winked and patted Marv�s shoulder reassuringly. �Anything you want to eat?�
    �Steak?� Marv looked at her hopefully. She gave a short laugh and rose, turning toward the pile of clothes.
    �I will see what I can do.� Her footsteps scraped against the rough stone as she put on some new clothes. This time Marv gave her some privacy and looked in the other direction.
    �Don�t wait up for me, Marv. And get some rest, goddammit.� Marv smirked as he closed his eyes, letting himself fall to sleep to the images of a rusty goddess.
    Eerin emerged from the clothing pile with her work clothes on. Her heavy leather boots, a pair of long black jeans, a belt with at least ten D rings attached to it at varying lengths, a gray tank top with rhinestone lettering on the front that said �Of a feather�, over it all she wore a long black woman�s trench coat and a back bandana over her hair. Eerin grabbed a long thin stick from the entree way and whistled long and low. There was a scramble of wings and clicking talons inside the cave as all ten of her birds lifted off their roosts and flew out of the cave. A few screeches rang through the night as Eerin disappeared into the depths of Basin City.
    The low murmur of Kadie�s was somewhat comforting to Eerin�s ears as she took a seat in a booth. Devlin was perched on her shoulder and was burbling to himself as Eerin waved down one of the blond barmaids. The pretty blond slid to a stop in front of Eerin�s table and flashed her a little smile.
    �What can I get for you, Kid? You know we can�t serve the good stuff to minors.� Eerin raised an eyebrow and pulled a cigarette out of her coat pocket. Taking her time, she flicked open her lighter and lit up. She drew a slow drag and let the smoke ease out through her nose.
    �I�m sure that�s never stopped you before. I need to find someone and I need a shot of your strongest whiskey. Now if you can�t get me one, I would like to have the other.� The barmaid nodded and bent in closer.
    �Who are you looking for Kid?� Eerin smiled as she took another drag.
    �Guess that means I don�t get the shot.� She chuckled. �I am looking for an old friend of mine, but I�m not sure where to find him. He disappeared a few years back after all that trouble with Damien Lord. I don�t care if he had something to do with it or not, but it�s important that I find him. His name is Dwight McCarthy.� Eerin looked at the girl. Her face had gone white, and her breathing was a little irregular. Eerin smiled and took another drag, flicking the cherry into the ashtray in front of her. �I�ll take it you know who I am talking about then.� The girl shook her head and left without another word.
    Eerin watched the barmaid as she made her way around the bar a few times, serving more customers. She smiled when she saw the little blond keep making nervous glances over at a shadowed booth in the corner. Eerin rose to her feet, Devlin flapping his wings to regain his balance. She walked across the room toward the table, but a large man with a long beard stepped right into her path.
    �Where do you think you are going, Missy?� His breath reeked of vodka, and his unbalanced footing told Eerin he was smashed.
    �Through you if you don�t move out of my way, Buddy.� Her voice hissed through her teeth. Devlin screeched and clawed at the man angrily.
    �What are you and your little sparrow going to do about it, Kid?� His voice was getting louder. His hands reached out to touch her but Devlin was quicker and lashed out with his razor sharp beak, slicing into the offending flesh. The man grunted in surprise and drew his bleeding hand back into his chest. Eerin eyed him through lidded eyes, holding her cigarette up to her mouth.
    �I will tell you one more time, Friend. Get out of-�. The man rushed her. Eerin felt her blood pumping through her veins as she saw the man coming at her in slow motion. Devlin launched off her shoulder and straight at the man�s face, clawing and pecking whatever flesh he could get his talons on. The man stopped his attack and began waving his hands around in the air, trying to catch the little raptor.
    At this point, he was making enough of a commotion to make other people in the bar look up and take notice. Eerin stepped to the side and took a slow drag from her cigarette. As she blew the smoke through her mouth moved forward with great speed and slammed her elbow down on the back of the man�s head. He dropped to the ground with a heavy thud. Devlin screeched once and returned to his perch on her shoulder, eying the other customers warily and preening himself. Eerin looked around, and when the onlookers looked away in an embarrassed silence, she continued toward her destination.
    �That was something I haven�t seen in a long time.� The voice came from a body that was hidden in the corner of the booth, buried in shadows. Eerin chuckled and put out her spent butt in the ashtray on the man�s table. She sat across from him, pulling another from her pocket, flipping it around in her fingers.
    �You always had a way with words McCarthy.� The man�s face was illuminated for a moment as he lit up his cigarette. He was a dark man with dark eyes. There was some black stubble on his chin and equally black greasy hair on his head. Just being near him made Eerin�s blood rush, he was always so very close to out of control. He was so close to total freedom.
    �You�re the last person I expected to see here. It�s been awhile.� His cigarette tip flared slightly, illuminating his stubbly face. Eerin snorted and lit up the cigarette in her hand with a flick of her lighter. She inhaled deeply and let the rush of nicotine flood her senses.
    �If you mean left me on the roadside eleven years ago, along and afraid, yeah, it�s been quite a while.� The icy glare see sent him would have frozen water. Dwight sighed and reached across the table to touch her hand as she flicked the ash from her cigarette into the ashtray. He had barely grazed the tips of her fingers when she jerked her hand away. Dwight frowned.
    �Eerin, I was in trouble with the cops, what was I supposed to do?�
    �Protect me, you jerk.� Her eyes stared at him accusingly. �I was nine years old. I barely survived down there after you left. I was too young to work and my mom and dad were dead. You left me to die.� Dwight ran a hand through his greasy hair.
    �I wanted to protect you, but people wanted me dead, and they would have used you to get to me. I never wanted to leave you down there, Eerin.� She snorted and took a deep breath, looking Dwight in the eye.
    �It�s too late now to change what happened. I am back, and I have some information for you that might prove useful against the Senator.� Dwight almost choked as he inhaled. Eerin smiled, her steady gaze never leaving his confused one.
    �I found a man, he was almost dead. He was dumped into the landfill with the trash. Someone didn�t want his body to be found. While I was out there, some cops showed up and a couple of people suits that were looking pretty important.�
    �Are you living near the landfill, Eerin?� She looked steadily at him, daring him to back down. Dwight felt that he had hit a sensitive note.
    �I dragged him to my place and cleaned him up. Big guy, hard brow, dirty blond hair in a crew cut, called himself Marv.� Dwight�s eyebrows almost hit the ceiling. Marv was alive? He had been electrocuted, hadn�t he?
    �I�ve heard of him, sure. He is one crazy son of a bitch. He killed the Rourke, and his little slave alter boy, Kevin about a year back. They convicted him of killing some of the missing girls around here.� Eerin nodded slowly. The same man who had killed her parents had almost killed her nearly dead houseguest.
    �Thanks for the information, McCarthy. I�ll find you when I know more. The Senator is going down this time, and nothing is going to stop me from killing him like the dog that he is.� Dwight could only stare at her in silence as she rose, her trench coat sweeping out like folded brown wings behind her. Her stride was long and angry, Dwight knew better than to follow her.
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Silent Wings

The Job of the Falcon