QS volume one -.- maybe????

When I came too, I was walking with some woman around my age at the time I was fifteen and I didn’t know much but, I knew enough to get by, like the girl. She was Italian, and around five foot three a nice slim figure, and her hair looked like the sun, and her face, was a model cutout extremely beautiful (well to me). We where walking along the rainy street in Venice, (Italy) she was holding a lemon gold umbrella with royal blue pen stripes that resembled a inverted chest or checkered board, and in the other hand she held onto a jet black cello case which seamed to pass her off as an musician of some sort. She was wearing white slacks that tighten about a foot below the knee with black spaghetti sandals. She had on a yellow turtleneck under an ashy black cotton sport’s sweater zipped up right above her breast with her sun glasses hanging in between the zipper. As for myself was in a black and white loose business suit walking in the rain along side her looking at the unknown faces of people that meant less then the gum on bottom of my shoe; as the two of us pass for lost tourist in the streets of Venice.

I lit up a cigarette she snatches it from my mouth before I start to smoke. She throws it on the ground, and glares at me with the look, you know that look. Maybe I should stop smoking thinking to myself, so I take out the pack I had and toss it to some guy sitting on the bench protected from the rain. After a ten-minute or so walk in the rain, we came up to the docking area where the canal boats where docked. She calls for a canal boat taking both cases with her. After every thing was in the boat she handed me a brown package that was weight about five pounds and giving me a cell phone with a red dot blinking. As she went down the channel through the city I would take the back streets running not before stopping to get some more smokes. I hopped onto the trash-can climbing the old broken ladder leading to the roof tops making sure I don’t loose site of the boat she was in and following the red marker on the phone. After about five minutes away from the blinking light I stopped leaned on a thick brick wall and opened up the pack of cigarettes I just purchased. At the same time and opening the package and pulling out a stainless steel forty calabur with silencer which gave me some kind of sick satisfaction. A man in a white suit yells something at a guy with a tooth pick in his mouth who reminded me of P-Diddy, turning me around pointing my gun at him dropping my cigarette (damn it). The woman I was walking with lets off a shot from the distance she misses, “damn” I thought to myself. Being blown away by the guns power hitting the wall, it made a loud crackle that shook the ground and shattering the glass of business and homes throwing the public took to the ground in a panic.

I tried to fix her mistake, shooting at him while jumping to the next roof top missing bringing more men outside into the gun talk that started. Following the targets coordinates to the spot where the other comrades waited. We would all meat up after evading the mob’s hit-man busting in the doors where the other wait with guns a blazing looking for the target. In the corner of my eye I see a gun pointed at me. I turn around to a woman who has the face of a poker player who knows that she has a loosing hand but can win if she keeps face. I pointed my gun her way out of reflex jumping aside but not before a shot tearing into the vest I had on under the suit I was wearing. I feel a sharp pain to my ribs as I land on the table sliding across the hall wall way and fall to the floor getting up as fast as I can trying to finish the job. She takes aim at me again, “does she know me or something” I ask my self, why not point it at someone else I don’t want to kill you. Then I feel a gust of wind on the left side of my ribs throwing me and four others to opposite side of the room. After getting up from that shot, everything slows down for me. The room gets silence before the storm starts, and everything that was slowed down for me speeds up again. Everyone stops, and starts looking around the abandon complex dust fill the air and you could smell the sent of gun power and the sent of blood that caused some of the comrades and enemies to temporary go insane. The after shock of the third shot into the building to break up the gun play rumbles the ground. Blood slaps me in the face I look up at the woman who took aim at me. The ground rumbles again with a thunderous roar shattering stone and glass alike, it also shattered bone and flesh, she split in two from the torso area still holding on to her gun her and her eyes full of tears of pain causing me wake from my dream.