White Knight: An Erotic Noir Adventure

[Lunatic Binge]

The bullet went clean through without hitting anything vital.

I patched it up as best I could, slowing down the bleeding, but I knew I was going to need medical attention to make it through another day.
That was a serious problem.
Because Johnnie Donotti was the man who shot me. And this was his town. He ran every dirty inch of it.
No one would stick out their neck to help me.
Not tonight.

My head was spinning as I staggered down the street.
I never saw the car bearing down on me.
I only heard the brakes scream as the car stopped inches away.

"Are you out of your mind?" I heard a woman's voice shout angrily.
I tried to respond to her rather reasonable question.
Instead, I passed out on the hood of her car.

 

[Honey_B]

OOC: I'd love to try a stab at this one.

 

[Honey_B]

Destiny O'Toole

Miss Destiny O'Toole is late for her latest engangement at the 'Emerald Ballroom'. Driving too fast and trying to apply her lipstick in her rearview mirror, she barely sees the man in time to slam on the brakes.

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"Are you out of your mind!" I screamed.

I was out of my car faster than was prudent considering the tight silk sheath I wore. As I lunged out, I felt the delicate fabric give way and my dress tore up the side seam almost to the hip. I refused to give it a second thought. My pulse was racing. Did I actually kill a man?

He was handsome. Leave it to ole Destiny to notice that above all else. But he seemed to be breathing, unconscious and bleeding. Biting my lip, I knew I just had to do something!

As I bent over him, his eyes fluttered open.

"Hey, Mister. We need to get you out of the street. Can you walk if I help you?"

 

[Lunatic Binge]

I opened my eyes again and saw her. I couldn't help but smile. It had been such a long time.

"Hey, Casey," I mumbled. "I missed you....."
Then I remembered.
This couldn't be Casey.
Casey was dead.
That's when I passed out again.


I don't know how long I was out. When I came to, I was in a strange bedroom. My clothes were gone, but someone had bandaged my shoulder. A professional job. Nice and clean.
I tried to sit up, but the pain almost made me scream.
I decided to not move for a while.
Not moving was a good idea.
Instead, I took inventory.



Name?
Ben Travis.

Age? Vital statistics?
32 years old. 6'2", 190. Brown eyes. Brown hair.

Occupation?
Classified.

Reason for your visit?
Payback.

That's when my eyes caught her standing in the doorway. Once again, my heart caught in my chest. I could see why in my delirium I had mistaken her for Casey. The resemblance was unmistakable.

 

[Honey_B]

Destiny

I had asked my besotted bouncer friend, Dino, to help me get my casualty into my car and up the stairs of my apartment. Dumb as a two by four and as lovesick as a puppy dog, I knew Dino wouldn't ask questions.

And I sure didn't need any right now. I knew my tapping the stranger with my Ford outside the ballroom hadn't been the cause of this man's injuries. He had been shot. Who he was and the identity of the shooter concerned me less than helping him. If anyone had asked me why, I would have slapped him for asking me a question I couldn't answer.

I had long since changed into a soft blue sundress. My latest confection had been completely ruined by the tears and this man's blood. The loss was considerable. The dress had cost a small fortune. Considering I had just lost my engangement at the ballroom, I felt like crying. I scrubbed away the useless tears when I noticed the man looking at me.

"Good, you're awake. I know you must be in a lot of pain. Mother gave me these to give to you."

Nervously, I picked up a bottle of pills and shook out a couple. Pouring a glass of water from pitcher, I handed it to the man along with the pills.

There were so many questions I wanted to ask him, but I started with, "My name is Destiny O'Toole. And who might you be?"