|Becky's Second Chance
Author: Alice Fang Cullen PM
What happened with Becky at the end of the movie? What if The Salesman didn't kill her, what if he found he couldn't kill her and changed the plan? Rating might go up later.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Hurt/Comfort - Becky & The Salesman/The Colonel - Words: 1,825 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 2 - Published: 02-04-12 - id: 7805771
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Discs.: I don't own anything you recognize from Sin City!
Summary: What happened with Becky at the end of the movie? What if The Salesman didn't kill her, what if he found he couldn't kill her and changed the plan?
Pairing: hints of Becky/The Man
Genres: Action, Suspense, Drama, Crime, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Spoilers: Since this is based on the movie you should know it.
Warnings: Mentions violence. Contains sexual content.
A/N: I had this idea after watching the movie and just had to write it. I'm not sure yet where exactly this will go... I wasn't quite sure where to start so I decided to include the whole scene with Becky at the hospital. Also, I'm probably gonna give The Salesman an actual name 'cause I think it would be weird to always use one of his aliases or a pronoun. Anyway, enjoy reading!
Becky's Second Chance
Becky headed down the hallway at the hospital, just having gotten her arm x-rayed and put in a cast, suppressing a sigh as she listened to her mother. Her concern filled her with both, annoyance for being treated like she was just a little child and yet at the same time the warm feeling you get when knowing somebody truly cares about you, the latter being immediately followed by pangs of guilt at the thought of all the lies she was telling her mother. She quickly brushed those sensations off as she listened to her mom's worries after she had told her about her "accident" - yet another lie to add to the list. But what else should she have told her? - The truth?That she worked as a prostitute and that she got herself almost killed after betraying the other women from Old Town? Right... As if that was ever gonna happen.
"Yes." She paused for a moment, then she said in a pacifying tone,
"Oh, mom, don't go on like that. It's not the city. I could've gotten into a traffic accident anywhere."
"And you're really gonna be okay?" Her mother asked, concern in her voice.
"Yeah. It's just a fracture. The doctor said it's a clean break. Should be alright in no time." She stepped closer to the wall, making room as a woman came out of one of the elevators, pushing a wheel-chair. Once the woman had passed her she increased her pace on the last few steps toward the elevators, trying to reach the one the woman had come out of before the doors closed, while listening to what her mother was saying. When she didn't reach it in time she stepped to the second and let her hand sink to press the button for the elevator.
Lifting the phone back to her ear she muttered in response to her mother's words,
Just a second later the doors of the elevator opened with a soft 'ding' and she stepped into the elevator car. Stepping inside she saw a young doctor standing at the back wall of the car, but didn't really pay attention to him as she listened to her mother and turned around, watching the elevator doors slide shut.
He had glanced momentarily up as the doors opened and Becky came into the elevator before glancing back down at the clip-board in his hands, watching the girl from the corner of his eyes as she turned his back toward him.
After a second or two she cast a short glance back at the man, who was preoccupied with reading something on a clip-board, before looking back ahead and muttering into the phone,
Taking off his glasses he lifted his head, looking at the young woman.
'Turn the right corner in Sin City and you can find anything.'
He reached for the pocket at the inside of his white coat and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Once he had retrieved the pack he stretched his hand out toward the girl and said softly,
"Becky." At the sound of her name she turned toward him, looking at him with the most intense blue eyes he had ever seen. He smiled at her, offering the pack of cigarettes to her, one of them already sticking out, and continued in the same tone of voice,
"Care for a smoke?"
She looked at the doctor, the pack of cigarettes he hold toward her, wondering how he knew her name. For some reason she felt an unexplainable sense of dread, felt a lump forming in her throat as she kept looking at the man. Eventually she stated quietly, her eyes still trained on the man,
"Love you too mom." She closed the phone, swallowing hard.
He watched as she closed the phone and let her hand sink. The look on her face had something of a deer caught in headlights, showing a glimpse of realization of what was to happen. Probably it was nothing but a mere notion of her subconscious, a suspicion that her conscious mind rejected, refusing to even acknowledge what deep down she knew was a fact.
Becky put her phone away before reaching hesitantly for the offered cigarette.
By now the elevator had reached the underground parking-lot of the hospital and as the doors slid open they stepped out together. Once out of the elevator he pulled out his lighter, snapping it open and igniting it in the same motion before holding it up toward Becky to light her cigarette. Becky leaned toward him, holding the cigarette into the flame and taking a few drags so it would catch fire and would stay on.
He watched her silently, a thoughtful expression on his face. When the cigarette was burning Becky straightened up and he let the lighter snap shut, extinguishing the flame in the process, and let it disappear back in the pocket on the inside of his white coat, while starting to walk again, Becky following him silently.
He led her determinedly across the parking-lot, away from the elevators, away from the stairwell and emergency exit, away from the full parking spaces, the lights - away from where they could encounter other people - and toward a darker area, which he had picked already ahead of time and which he knew won't be frequented by many, if any, passersby. As they walked in perfect silence he asked himself why Becky went so willingly with him, despite that glimpse of dread and suspicion he had seen in her eyes after he had offered her the cigarette and which was still evident on her features. "Doesn't matter," He decided, just continuing to walk slightly ahead of Becky.
Following the man Becky felt her heart pounding in her chest, felt it reverberate in her head. She could hear a rustling noise in her ears, maybe it was the sound of her blood rushing through her veins... Yet she didn't make a sound, nor did she turn around and try to get as far away from him as she could, to some place, any place with people like a small voice in her head was advising her - no, actually the voice was screaming at her, "Run, Becky, run! This guy is no good... Run while you still can!" It was the same kind of feeling as the one she had had when she had seen the duct-tape over Jackie Boy's mouth.
As they had reached their destination he stopped and turned toward Becky, who stopped as well. Looking at her he couldn't help but wonder who could want her dead and why. She didn't look like the type to make herself enemies - especially not the kind that wanted you dead. Then again what did he really know about the girl? Besides there was always the possibility that she might've hired him herself. At that thought he wondered what she could be running from if that was the case.
After only a moment he reminded himself that none of that was really relevant anyway, at least not to him. After all, his job was eliminating his target in an efficient and discreet fashion and keep his clients' identities confidential - nothing more and nothing less...
He quickly snapped himself out of those thoughts considering that it won't be a good idea to start thinking about such things, it would mean risking getting emotionally involved and a hitman who did that eventually became useless. And after all, right now he had a job to do.
Focusing back on Becky he moved to reach for his gun, but something made him hesitate. He wasn't sure what it was, maybe it were those startling intense blue eyes, or something about the expression in them or the look on her face - he just couldn't place it... However, whatever it was it was enough to make his usual determination fade away.
Only split seconds, maybe one or two whole seconds had passed while those things ran through his mind, too short a time span as that Becky would have picked up on his brief hesitation, making it as he reached into the right pocket of his white coat look to her as if this had been his intention all along.
Finishing her smoke Becky gave him a questioning glance, silently asking what he wanted. He smiled softly in response, watching as she dropped the cigarette and stepped on it to put it out, her gaze trained momentarily on the ground, something at that moment filling him with new resolve - different resolve. As she looked back up he stepped closer to her.
Becky watched silently as the man moved closer to her. When he stood right in front of her he draped his left arm around her waist, pulling his right hand eventually out of the pocket of his coat. He leaned closer, while lifting his hand toward her face as if to cup her cheek, brush a strand of hair out of her face, or rest it on the back of her head or neck. As their lips met her eyes flew momentarily shut. Only a moment later she flinched as she felt a pinprick at the side of her neck.
He tightened his hold on her, keeping her upright as her body went numb due to the strong sedative from the syringe that had been concealed in his right hand.
Go to the right place in Sin City and you can find anything. And sometimes you find something entirely unexpected...
A/N: Thanks for reading, I hope you liked the first chapter! I'm gonna try to update soon, but it might take a while so please be patient. In the meantime you could do me a great favor by letting me know what you think about the story.