Creative Writing New Story

A New Story from the Mattykins. (I have yet to proofread it. Feel free to comment and such.)
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Benjamin stared almost blankly at the panel on the upper right-hand corner of the elevator, the neon green lights blanking in to highlight certain lines to signify a number, letting the passengers know what floor they were one. Two. Three. Four. Five. Finally, the elevator stopped at seven and Benjamin stepped out along with one other man, leaving the other well-dressed individuals to continue their ascent higher in the building. He ran gloved hands over his suit; black on raspberry sorbet, the sports jacket buttoned closed with the black tie tucked under it, aligned perfectly with the line of buttons on the collared shirt, perfectly straight. His shoes, black, were well-kept, causing the flourescent lights from the ceiling above to reflect off the surface in a shine. Thin, black hair was messily pushed down to hang into his face, only running long enough to reach the tip of his nose, the back cut and buzzed short. Besides his hair, though, he seemed rather well-kempt, clean-shaven, dark brown eyes glancing about idly with a straight look upon his face.

Without further hesitation he stepped forth. Right off from the elevator, a hallway led down to the left and right, and in front were a set of large glass doors with wooden handles; the tall man went for the doors, thrusting both open as he strolled right on inside, to a large waiting room, cushioned, high-backed chairs lining the walls with magazines littering tables set up and a blonde secretary set behind a high-set desk, a computer running various card-games on it set in front of her and miscellaneous documents thrown here and there all over the desk. The phone was ringing, but she showed no interest in answering it, seeming more interested in her game of Solitaire as there was no one else within the waiting room. Benjamin offered a glance to the wood and brass name plate that read "Ginger" as he continued onwards to a second set of doors; mahogany set with large brass handles.

The second man that had left the elevator with Benjamin was tall as well, though was an inch or two shorter than Benjamin's own six feet, four inches. Unlike Benjamin, he didn't care much for his appearance. His hair was messy, dyed a dark blood red and cut short, dressed in a dirty white suit over a cobalt blue collared shirt and a black tie. Black shoes were scuffed and dirtied, appearing as if they were years old and had never been cleaned or tended to and although Benjamin wore black gloves, the other man did not. Piercing blue eyes glanced about idly though he held a light, innocent smile upon his lips, a cross earring dangling from his left earlobe.

Benjamin pushed the mahogany doors open forcefully, though the other man stopped short as the secretary quickly got to her feet, shrieking at Benjamin in a high-pitched voice, in a thick New York-New Jersey accent. "You can't do that! You can't go in there, Mr. Klein is with a client!"

"I have an appointment," Benjamin replied as he strolled into the office, the other man following just a few steps before he stopped to look at the secretary.

He glanced between Benjamin and the secretary for a moment before smiling innocently at the young woman, pointing at Benjamin. "He has an appointment."

In the new room, behind a large polished oak desk with a name plate reading "Gregory Klein" set the lanky man, balding black hair styled in a comb-over, thick glasses over his beady brown eyes. Seated across from him in one of the cushioned, wooden chairs was a client, a nondescript individual with light eyes and hair, well-dressed. The client quickly rose to his feet to stare in wide-eyed amazement as Benjamin and his companion strolled in casually. Reaching into the white sports jacket, Benjamin's partner removed a sleek, silver revolver, long barrel and black grip and pommel. Without so much as missing a beat and without any hesitation, the man's arm leveled, straightened, and squeezed the trigger just once, sending the bullet ripping thorugh the man's head, splattering blood-soaked brain matter and chunks of skull against the desk and back against Klein, who remained unflinching through the whole ordeal.

As the man replaced the gun back into its holster, the body swayed before collapsing into one of the seats. Benjamin took the other, placing it in front of Klein's desk so that as he seated himself, he was staring straight at the attorney. The other man tossed the corpse off the other chair and plopped down into it casually, kicking his feet up onto the corner of the desk.

Benjamin smiled casually and innocently at Klein as he leaned forward, hands clasped together with the thumbs extended, his chin resting upon them. "Well, hello there Gregory. I hope we aren't interrupting anything. How's business doing?"

"It wouldn't be half bad if you didn't keep up these unexpected visits," Klein responded with a heavy grunt, leaning back in the black leather chair he sat it, which tilted and angled as he did so. "What do you want?" His eyes moved from Benjamin to the doorway to see Ginger staring in with a blank expression and paled complexion; Klein waved her away, and with a high-pitched squeal, she slammed the door shut and almost dove to go back to her desk and busy herself with her game.

Benjamin let out a low chuckle, slowly shaking his head as he reclined in the chair. "Now, now... is that really any way for you to speak to me? Though... I'll let it slide this time. Me and my associate here have heard some..." Benjamin paused, turning his head to glance towards the other man as if he were searching for the words and they could be found upon the man's face. "Pressing news."

"Is that so?" Klein responded, uninterested as he opened a desk drawer, pulling out a cigar and book of matches, biting off the end of the cigar before placing it between his teeth.

"Yes. That is so," Benjamin repeated, standing. He hopped up onto the desk in front of Klein, crouched with his knees bent. As Klein lit the cigarette, Benjamin abruptly pulled it from his mouth, a gloved hand reaching out and gripping the man by the throat. The attorney finally became flustered, clawing futilely at Benjamin's wrist to try and get him to let go. Benjamin's legs slid out from under him so he was sitting on the edge of the desk, feet resting upon Klein's thighs as he tightened his grip. "I would appreciate it if you didn't smoke," he hissed through clenched teeth, letting go of the attorney's neck only to grab his hand, slamming the burning end of the cigar into the flesh, smoke rising as it singed. "Capice?"

Klein shrieked like a little girl as he started to pant furiously, sobbing, sweat dripping down his forehead; a loud squeal of his secretary was just audible from the other side of the doors, but Benjamin didn't pay any mind to it and neither did his companion who was busy examining his fingernails. "Just f***in' ask him," he said to Benjamin flatly.

Benjamin scoffed, tossing the cigar side, kicking Klein's chair which wheeled back to it against the room-tall glass windows that lined the wall that showed a wonderful view of the early-morning city below. "My associate is right. We need to deal with this quickly," he said, sliding off the edge of the desk. "As I said we have heard some severely disturbing news." Benjamin walked to Klein, grabbing the back of the chair and pushing chair up to the desk and putting his foot against the back, trapping the thin man against the desk. "Get ahold of your secretary. Tell her to bring in his files."

"W-who's files?" Klein stammered innocently.

Benjamin let go of the back of the desk only to grab the man by his comb-over, slamming his face hard into the top of the desk several times, the sound of the cartelidge in his nose snapping and breaking as the flesh tore, the nose becoming horribly disfigured and bloodied. "Stop f***ing around, you know who I'm talking about. Now do it!" Benjamin placed his foot on the back of the chair again.

Sobbing, Klein's hand shakily moved towards the button on his phone that opened up the speaker-communication to his secretary's phone. "G-G-G..Ginger... b-bring in the files on... S... Sathane.. Samuel Sathane."

"Good boy," Benjamin said with a smile, patting Klein on the head as if he were some kind of dog. Ginger scurried in several moments later holding a manilla folder in her hands and Benjamin's associate had already stood to meet her, almost ripping the file from her grasp.

He opened the folder before offering her an overly-polite smile. "Tha-a-a-a-a-ank you!" She turned and scurried away quickly, shutting the door behind her. He continued to flip through the contents of the folder idly as Benjamin watched him.

"So... what's it say?" Benjamin asked, getting a bit impatient.

"It seems as if Mister Sathane as been seeking aid," he said, stepping forward, tossing the file onto the bloodied desk. Klein stared blankly at it as he pressed his hands against his face, over his nose. "He was here yesterday."

"So, what was it that our friend, Samuel, came to you for, chum?" Benjamin asked Klein.

"That's... attorney-client privelage," Klein spat.

Benjamin pulled Klein up abruptly from his chair, lifting him up and slamming him down onto his desk, on his back. His partner hopped up, pressing the sole of his black shoes hard against Klein's throat, under his chin as Benjamin asked him again, "What is it that Samuel wanted? I'll ask you just this last time before I decide that I can find some other Watcher to tell me. Do you understand, Gregory?" Benjamin leaned forward to rest upon the edge of the desk with his arms, looking Klein in the eye.

 

Klein struggled, gasping to speak, choking and coughing. "O.. o.. okay!" he managed to yell in a rasping voice. "He... he's l.. looking for... e... e... Eve!"

Benjamin stood straight, his eyebrow shooting up in an arch as his associate stumbled away, off the desk, eyeing Klein. "He's looking for Eve? Why the Hell would he be looking for her?"

"How the Hell am I supposed to know?" Klein gasped, rubbing his throat.

"That means... s***. We're leaving," Benjamin told his associate as he stormed out the doors quickly. The other man watched Benjamin leave, then glanced back to Klein. With a shrug of his shoulders, he quickly went to follow his partner.

"What! What am I supposed to do about the mess?" Klein roared.

The man stopped, turning to glance about the room at the gore splattered about before shrugging his shoulders lightly. "What do I look like, a house-maid?" Leaving Klein in pain and bitterness, the man turned and followed Benjamin out onto the elevator.

"If Sathane is really out looking for Eve that means she must have escaped," Benjamin muttered aloud as he shared the elevator only with his associate. "And there are only two ways out. Meaning that if she did get out than one of the two guards must have seen her."

"You sure there isn't any other way?"

"I know that place like that back of my hand," Benjamin snorted. "How long as it been since you've seen your brother?"

The man shrugged. "A while. How is Charon doing, anyways?"

"Let's go find out."

 

Wow! This is amazing so far. The symbolism is awesome, the descriptions are detailed and the writing style is very nice. I like the characters so far too. They sound handsome. Please continue!