Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sex, Substances, Sin, Salvation ❯ Page IV - A Crow Left of the Murder ( Chapter 27 )

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Sex, Substances, Sin, Salvation
How these 4 `s' words are intertwined
By Masamune Reforged
WhenShootingStarsFalldotcom
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters, they are the property of Bandai, Sunrise or someone else, but not me. I use them for no-profit whatsoever, but for entertainment's gain.
Warnings: Yaoi (tons of pairings, but mostly 1x2, 3x4 and implied former 13x6. Lemons amuck.), cursing, drug use, violence, angst, insanity, cameos, AU, lunacy, racism. All the bad shit you'd expect in real life.
 
Want to thank ZaKai again for all her help. I was really stuck on this section for awhile until she gave me some of her brilliant ideas. I wouldn't have been able to be satisfied with it otherwise.
 
Page IV: “A Crow Left of the Murder”
 
It was the like a human circus in there. People flailing, sweating, stinking, drooling, fucking. It was a freak show. I couldn't stand it. The chaos made it almost impossible for me to find my target. The devil-eyed urchin with the braid only complicated matters further. - Heero
 
I just came to get my freak on. It was a Friday night for crying out loud! Some dude made a pass at me, said he wanted me to try some of his X and maybe see if our zodiac signs were right for each other or some bullshit like that. I wasn't really listening; I was focused on stealing his X. - Duo
 
I knew right away he was here to kill someone. I just had to make sure it wasn't my client... or Quatre... - Trowa
 
Losman was one of those kinds of guys. The limo, the VIP, the Chivas Regal, the super model sluts, the eggshells of premium Columbian coke. And he insisted I get my share. I was clocked out well before midnight. I don't even remember half the night. - Quatre
 
I had promised Meiran that I'd be back before 1AM. I had just wanted to get a sample of Chapman's stuff, just to see if his boys had been able to cook up anything good at their labs. Chapman told me he'd somehow managed to lose the drugs or they'd been stolen. Then they started shooting into the crowd. Obviously I was late getting home. - Wufei
 
Part A of Page IV in the s4 arc
“The Crow”
Neutral 3rd person narration.
 
“The Crow” was the name given to the popular bar/club/black market spot in downtown Gotham. It was part of the development effort that paved over the old Fair Grounds thirty or so years ago. Where the 'exciting new horizons of man's future' were once proudly displayed for the public many generations ago, pizzerias, overcrowded apartments, barber shops, bars and some already abandoned buildings now stood. But most importantly, surging up into the clouds were the mammoth skyscrapers that had been the main goal of the lobbyists. There were four: the UNLA Banking building, the Chicita/Dole building, Coca-Cola's `Dermail Spire', named for the former mayor of Metro, and finally the Forward Group's headquarters, the tallest and finest of the four.
 
“The Crow” was not near the rest of the bars in the Fair Grounds District, as the Orange East-West subway stop named the area. All of the small, family owned businesses and the cramped apartment complexes stood on the northwest portion of the buried Fair Grounds. “The Crow” was the lone exception, situated amongst the other four impressive enterprises, directly under the wings of the Dermail Spire. From the street corner of Concord and 1st Ave you could look west over the harbor and see King's Bay glistening in the moonlight.
 
One can only imagine why someone would put a state-of-the-art club directly under the noses of some of the city's richest and most influential businessmen and politicians.
 
From the night its doors opened, “The Crow” was a focal point in Gotham nightlife. It attracted the crème de la crème, the celebrities, the CEOs, the top lawyers, the actors and sports stars, fashion designers, super models, the well-connected and the well-known. Everyone knew about “The Crow” practically overnight, though nobody could seem to find out who owned the place.
 
There had been a murder there on the first night the doors opened.
 
Well, not on the premises of the club, so the official police report and investigation went.
 
While the decapitated body of Wong Lee was found stuffed down into a duct of the building's ventilation and cooling system, the official verdict was that he'd been murdered outside, in an alleyway that did not belong to “The Crow”, nor to the Dermail spire, nor to anyone. His genitals had also been mutilated, prior to his death. The murder weapon had been left in the alleyway, not by mistake, but in order to send a message. The head of Wong Lee had been cut off with a machete, product of the Home Depot. There were never any convictions, though suspects were held.
 
Soon after people started to whisper, “The mafia was involved.”
 
They had no idea.
 
Wong Lee was associated with criminal organizations, though always shunted to the outskirts of the intimate circles, never expressing loyalty to the Chinese factions, but always to be ostracized from others because of his nationality. Wong Lee had been something else, something only a few white-collared heads had ever known of, and which they would never dare speak. They were the same people who were to be often found frequenting the buildings overlooking the spot where Wong's head had been found. They were upstanding members of society. As far as they had known, Wong Lee had been as well...
 
They also had no idea.
 
Most young people didn't even know about the murder. It had happened `ages' ago, twenty-five whole years ago. They just came to the club because it was the place to be. Most of them never got anywhere near the real center of “The Crow”. It was designed like that, with a LessVIP area just for them to stoke their egos in. You had to know someone or be with someone to get into the real Crow. The college kids and travelers paid the same cover fee that the real guests of honor did, $90.
 
They had no idea.
 
There was only one man who really knew. He knew why it was so important to corral all the young kids into a play land version of the hottest club in the city. He knew why it was so important that the CEOs and top socialites never find out the real truth about Wong Lee. The police... hahaha... he knew he didn't need to worry about them finding out...
 
He knew why Wong Lee had been killed.
 
Wong had been the only one left.
 
The others were dead.
 
He'd bought the machete from Lowe's, not the Home Depot. That was part of why he never worried about the police finding out.
 
Until today.
 
Someone, one of the original few who had been at Lucatelli's when it'd been decided, someone had not taken those events to the grave. Someone had let the secret slip.
 
That tongue had been silenced, more than two decades ago actually.
 
But none had known precisely to whom that tongue had wagged. Over a dozen unsuspecting, suspected peoples had been killed since, in the effort to squelch the secret forever.
 
Tonight, he knew, it would be finished. Everything hung in the balance for one night only.
 
He knew the one he'd sent would not fail in burying the secret with a fresh layer of blood and dirt. He knew, as he lay down to sleep, that he could rest easy.
 
He knew that in the morning he'd be the only one to know the truth once again.
 
He had no idea.
 
-end “The Crow”, Part A of Page IV in
Sex, Substances, Sin and Salvation. How these four `s' words are closely intertwined.
 
Next part: “The (other) Marked Man”
 
ID Note:
Wong Lee is a character from Zeta Gundam, where he is a shady businessman who secretly funds the rebellion. Here he is a deceased criminal who was killed many years before the story began.
 
The identity of the 'man who knows' will not be revealed until later.
 
Note:
The title of this page comes from an album (and song) by Incubus. I must have listened to this album about a million times while writing this fic and hence it's gotten its own page. A 'murder' is the actual word used for a group / flock of crows. Hence