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Glory Fades

"I warned you assholes not to step on my turf again!" Max awoke to the sound of screaming and something heavy landing on her. She grunted and turned her head towards the door, spotting a very pissed off and red faced Billy. He was glaring at whatever was atop of her. With one last glare, this one aimed at her, he turned and left; slamming the door shut and locking it. Max sighed and coughed, her mouth tasting like blood. She licked her lips and winced slightly as pain shot through her lip. She shook her head and focused on what was on top of her.

"Shit! Vergil, you okay?" She tried moving to inspected him clearly, but found she couldn't move once again. Right, tied to a chair! She mentally cursed and inspected Vergil the best she could. From what she could see, his face was beat to shit. It was swollen and bruised, his lip was cracked open and still bleeding, and his shirt was torn and bloody. As far as she could tell he was fine, he'd live. Bringing her head up, she could see his hands were tied behind his back.

Max smiled sadly, he was beat to all hell, but still alive. She nudged him softly with her shoulder, "Vergil, come on man. Wake up." She nudged him again. When no response came, she sighed. "Come on man! You're killing me with your weight!" She nudged him once more, this one harder. Vergil started to stir finally. He blinked a couple times and looked around disoriented. One of his eyes opened half way, almost completely swollen shut. A look of confusion was playing on his face.

Max cleared her throat and smiled at him, "Down here fatty." Vergil's head snapped towards her, his eyes alert. His gaze softened when he saw her. "You okay?" he questioned, his eyes looking his boss over. She laughed, even when he was beat to hell, he's always looking out for her.

"I'm fine besides the fact you're crushing me with you large man hips." Realization hit and he rolled off of her. She took in mouthfuls of air and sighed happily. After her lungs were fully satisfied, she eyed Vergil more closely. His short blond hair was caked in blood, it looked as if he was missing one of his earrings, but other than that and what she found before hand, she couldn't find anything else wrong with him. She returned her attention to his face. He was examining her as well. His face held a look of pure hatred and anger.

"What?" She asked him, her eyebrow lifting up questioningly. He just shook his head in disbelief.

"Have you seen your face?" He hissed at her. When she shook her head, he cursed under his breath. "It's probably not as bad as it looks, calm down. I'm a tough bitch remember." He scoffed at her words. "Not that bad! Your fuckin' lip is busted open, and you have a gash on the side of your head as big as my fuckin' middle finger! I'm going to kill that asshole!" Vergil seethed as he glared at the door. Max stared at him, finally noticing the small stab of pain in her temple. She sighed and shrugged, "He'll get what's comin' to him." She promised him. He didn't say anything but agreed by nodding his head.

Vergil took another look around, getting a hold of his surroundings. He noticed the old and falling apart bed in the corner, the two windows in the room that were bared and covered, he could make out that this was some sort of old hospital room. He was no doubt planning an escape.

Max let out a soft groan as her neck cracked, his eyes darted to her. "Shit Max, I'm sorry I didn't help you up sooner." He tried to jump up to his feet but wobbled slightly, almost falling over. Once regaining his balance, he rushed over to her. He used his foot as leverage to prop her up. The chair slammed right side up, making Max a little dizzy.

"Fuck!" She hissed out. He laughed lightly, "Sorry." She nodded. "Thanks." Was all she replied while she cracked her neck and shoulders, straightening them out. She sighed contently, refocused her gaze on him. "What's goin' on out there?" Her tone was low,"You guys still getting shit done? And why the hell are you here?" Vergil sat quietly for a few moments. Max's face sticking to a serious look. She continued to stare him down. He leant against the wall and slowly slid down until he reached the bottom and sat quietly. He sighed heavily and focused on his shoes.

"We know the drill Max; we keep workin' no matter what." She smiled, "Good. Who's runnin' what?"
"Tails and Grimm are runnin' the corner of 3rd and 6th, Mitch is runnin' backers, and Nite is mannin' the base." She nodded and closed her eyes taking in the new information. "Why are you here and not with them?" Her eyes remained closed, the same low tone in her voice. He flinched slightly, knowing exactly what she could do when pissed. "Well…" he paused, hearing footsteps outside the door. He waited to continue when they disappeared, "Someone needed to look for you," He smirked and looked up, his eyes locking with hers, "and while I was at it, why not sell on their turf." Max just stared at him, not sure if she should be pleased or pissed. Vergil knew the drill, things needed to continue with or without her. Their clients wouldn't wait for shit. Neither would her father.

"I'm guessing that's how you got caught." She let a sigh, reliving her tension. He looked down, "Yeah, doing really good actually till the fuckin' bitch ratted me out cause I wouldn't give her a discount." She couldn't help but laugh. She shook her head, "It's always the bitches that are getting' you into trouble Verg." Vergil let out a laugh as well, "You know it."

"Still it was stupid for you to go at it alone." She scolded him. He nodded in defeat, "I know, but being short handed and all…" he trailed off his face twisting into one of anger. Max's face stayed blank. She was slightly confused on his anger but ignored it for the time being. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath.

Nothing was really sad after that. They sat in silence for a bit, until Max broke it. She asked him about how the other boys were doing, how things were holding up. She asked about what happened to Travi's body and who found it. Vergil's face returned to one of hatred and anger. Max blinked, clearly confused.

"What the fuck is your problem." She eyed him. He stared at her in disbelief. "You mean you don't fucking know?" He hissed out, his face turning a slight shade of red. Max shook her head, getting pissed. This was the second time that night she's been told that. "Don't fuckin' know what?" Her tone was slightly louder than what she wanted, but she got her point across that people better stop fucking playing with her and tell her what the hell is going on.

Vergil just shook his head again. "I can't believe they haven't told you already. Those mother fuckin; assholes!" He kicked some debris from the floor. It smacked against the door and shattered. Max glared at him, "What the fuck Vergil! Are you fucking stupid?" She hissed out. Vergil just shook his head. "Mother fucker got what he deserved. I can't believe he would do this to us, to you. After everything, he goes and does that!" Footsteps could once again be heard coming down the hall.

"Vergil shut the fuck up and tell me what happened right now, or so help me I will rip your dick off and force feed it to you." She snapped at him, her temper getting the best of her. Vergil shut his trap up immediately and looked at her. The footsteps were getting louder. They were almost to the room. "What is it?"

"It wasn't fucking Vic that sold us out it was Travi."

~MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA I leave you all here with that. Well at least you now know what everyone was talking about. What will happen now that the cats out of the bag. Why did Travi do what he did, and why did Billy kill him? Oh how the plot thickens. Well that's chapter 4. I hope you all enjoyed. Please review and let me know what ya think. For reels. I update faster that way as well. It encourages me to write. ANNNNNNDDDDDD go check out my profile for the kick ass banners that yifrodit made for me! And vote on my poll. Let me know if my next story should be a Godric one. Well I love ya all. Until next time.~