gucci riem New Beginings Act 1

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey all, Scene one up! Take one! Action! Sorry, feeling
a lil' full of myself. I'm proud of the way this one turned out. Partly because I
actually had something to base it on. The guys in this story are based on real people,
except for Brookson. He's purely make believe. Shami is based on me. Tom is based
on my friend Rashid, Matt is my other buddy Bashier, and Sai is NOT a friend, but a
friend of Bashier and Rashid none the less. Sai is Bilal, my snobby, attitudik-ie, aqaitence.
I'll probably get my face pounded in if he reads this but yea. YOU'RE IN HERE DUMBASS!
HAHAHA! I love making him mad. Laterz.
SCENE 1
NEW BEGININGS
A young woman stands in front of a desk, while her boss lectures her on how things work.
The man's office is beautiful, it has a hardwood floor,Gucci Handboei, a crystal chandelier hanging from the
ceiling, very dark, misty blue walls, and ceiling to floor windows on the back wall. His desk
has a cherry oak finish to it, and papers stacked neatly on each side. His floor has a
burgundy carpet placed neatly in the middle of the floor.
Boss/ " It is top priority here that you cooperate with your team, no matter how much you
hate them."
The man is dressed in a black business suit, he has black hair, and his glasses are low
on the bridge of his nose; he is pacing back and forth behind his desk. His name is
Mathew Brookson.
Brookson/ " Are you ready to meet your team, Shami?"
The woman is dressed in a white tank top with a panda on it, blue jeans, and white and
black Nikes. Her hair is an odd colored brown, and cropped short. Her eyes are a dark
red. She has a mocha complexion, and stands at 5' 6.5". She has a black cap on that
says "Fatal Recovery" in lime green.
Shami/" Yes Mathew."
Brookson shakes his head and pushes a button on his desk.
Brookson/ "Jane, send the boys in."
Three young men walk into the room, they are all dressed in black shirts, black leather
pants, and black shoes. Matt has very short, dark brown hair and green-blue eyes, his
complexion is tanned, and he is some what tall. Sai has straight, short, black hair and
sky blue eyes, his complexion is sunkissed, and he is of medium has very
short, black hair, and dark brown eyes. He is tanned, and very tall.
Brookson/ " Shami, meet Matt, Sai, and Tom.
Shami pays no attention to Brookson but keeps her eyes glued to Matt.
Shami/ "U..Uh��Hi��Nice to meet you."
Shami breaks her attention from Matt as she finishes the sentance. Tom leans
down to Matt and whispers something in his ear.
Tom/ " Looks like you've snagged a chick."
Shami barley hears the statment and goes beserk.
Shami/ " Hey! I HEAR THAT!"
Tom jumps and steps away from Matt.
Brookson/ " Shami! Temper!"
Shami looks at Brookson, then at the guys. She laughs histericaly.
Shami/ "Ok, Ok, I think we need to get something straight here. When I get pissed,
I mean it. I literally kill the thing that I'm mad at. Don't say I didn't warn you."
The guys look at the scrawny woman, and start to laugh. Shami walks up to them
and grabs Tom's shirt.
Shami/ " What's so funny kid? Do I need to deminstrate on you?"
Tom smiles menacingly.
Tom/ "Try."
Shami beams back cheerfully.
Shami/ "I will cut off your dick and shove it down your throat sideways!"
Tom smiles again, he has one of those smiles that make you feel like everything's a game.
Tom/ "Like I said, try."
Sai and Matt look at each other and start to laugh again. Shami glares at them, grabs two
throwing stars, and throws them at the boys. It hits their shirts and sticks them to the wall.
She then turns back to Tom.
Tom/"Whoa! Wait!"
Shami/ "What?"
Shami punches Tom in the mouth. Her blow splits open his lip. Tom falls to the floor and
Shami steps over his heaped body.
Tom/ "Shit! That actually hurt!"
Shami throws a smirk his way, then turns to the guys.
Shami/ "Ok, I've met you and proved myself, can we go?"
The guys turn and shrug. Matt grabs the stars, and turns to Shami.
Matt/ "Hey, Shami! Catch!"
Mat throws the stars at Shami. She spins out of the way, throws her hand out to the side,
and catches them in between each finger. She then turns back around and pockets the
stars.
Shami/ "Nice try kiddo."
Matt's face flushes as he storms over to a chair and plops down heavily into it. Shami
dose a quick salute and leaves the room.
Brookson/ " Uh��She has a bit of a temper, and her health isn't too great. But she is an
excelent fighter and works wonderfully with computers. I told you I would find you a fourth
assassin, and I have."
The three look at each other as Tom picks himself up off of the floor.
Tom/ "Heh! She is going to join us? She's worse than a guy! I have to say, Brookson, I am
greatly dissapointed!"
Sai and Matt grab Tom and steer him out of the room before he can say anything else, and
follow Shami out the front of the building to a black 1977 model Stingray Corvette
convertable. Shami throws her duffle in the back seat and jumps over the door into the drivers
seat. She glances at the three standing on the curb and smiles.
Shami/ "Are you gonna jump in or catch a taxi?"
The three look at her in astonishment. Tom starts laughing.
Tom/ "Aren't you a bit young to be driving, kid?"
Shami closes her eyes and grips the steering wheel to where her knuckles turn white. Sai
looks at Shami then opens the passenger door.
Sai/ "Don't mind him, he's always like this."
Sai gets in and closes the door. Tom gets in the back seat with Matt and stares at the back
of Sai's head in shock.
Tom/ "Shit! Did you just make a joke?"
Matt leans his head on his hand as Shami starts the car and speeds off down the street.
Twenty minutes later Shami's face is red with anger. Matt is shouting directions and getting
slammed into either the door, the back of the seat, the back of Sai's seat, or into Tom, from
Shami's's reckless driving. Shami finnaly gets to the apartment in which the three boys live.
Sai/ "It's not the best, but it's great considering what this part of Germany has to offer."
Snow has started to drizzle softly as they walk towards the locked gate. The boys ring the
bell for the owner to come and unlock the gate, but no one answers. Shami starts shivering
due to the fact she is wearing a tank top in the middle of winter.
Shami/ "I shall freeze to death in five seconds. Can we go inside now? I'm freezing!"
Tom takes off his jacket and places it on her shoulders.
Tom/ "If it's so cold then why are you wearing a tank?"
Shami narrows her eyes as she adjusts the overly long jacket onto her thin shoulders.
Shami/ "In Florida it is summer all year round. I have no cold weather clothes."
They stop talking at the sound of footsteps on the newly fallen snow. Tom and Shami both
turn to greet a short man with grey hair. He is walking with the support of a cane. His name
is Higgens.
Higgens/ "Hello boys. Who's this charming young lady?"
Tom wraps an arm around Shami's shoulders as he leans down and kisses her cheek.
Shami trys to push away but to no avail.
Tom/ "This is my lovely little sister."
Higgens smiles and opens the gate. She is very lovely. Is she staying with you?"
Sai and Matt walk through the gate and towards the large apartment building.
Sai & Matt/ "Sadly."
Higgens smiles and heads back to his cabin at the side of the apartment complex.
Tom's smile fades and he lets go of Shami.
Tom/ "Hurry up. It may be pretty here, but you'll get mugged faster than shit if you
let your guard down. So stick close."
Shami rubs her cheek irritably and quickly walks to catch up with Tom. Shami looks up
at the tall man, standing beside him she is up to his shoulders. They reach the building
as the grey sky starts to turn black. The building is run down and little animals scurry
around their feet as they start up the stairs. The lights are dim and cast eerie, yellow
shadows over everything.
Shami/ "So how long have you lived here? I mean all of you."
Tom smiles and looks down at Shami. Shami steps closer to Tom as mice and rats
rush down the stairs. His smile fades and he grabs a hold of Shami's hand. He halts
and steps back into the shadows. He pulls Shami against his chest as a group of
people walk down the stairs. Shami listens to the beating of Tom's heart and inhales
his sent. He smells of lavender, cigarettes and cologne, she absent mindedly wraps
her arms around his slim waist as his hand rests on her head. The last of the group
walks past and leaves the two in silence. Tom listens for a few minutes to make sure
no one else is coming. Shami breaks into a fit of coughing as they step from the
shadows. Tom places a hand on Shami's back to steady her until she stops.
Tom/ "Are you ok?"
Shami looks up at him with a weak smile, her eyes watery from coughing.
Shami/ "Yes, I'm fine, really. Don't worry about me."
She waves her hand and places it on her knee for a moment while her other hand
covers her mouth. She stands straight and starts walking, once she is in front of
Tom she removes her hand from her mouth. She watches as a few spots of blood
trickle down her palm. Tom catches up with her and places a hand on her shoulder
as she shoves her hand in her pocket.
Tom/ "Are you sure you're ok?"
Shami gives a smirk and glances up at him.
Shami/ "And what if I said no?"
Tom gives a scolding look and places his hand over his heart.
Tom/ "I'd be devistated. I'd rush you to the nearest doctor and pray you were
alright."
Tom looks at the ceiling as he sarcasically finishes his statement. Shami
giggles and places her hand on the wall for support as she almost lost her
balance. Tom looks down at her seriously.
Tom/ "You look sick."
Shami whacks him with the sleeve of his jacket as she scolds him.
Shami/ "Assumption is the mother of all ######## ups, Tom. Don't make assumptions
with me."
Tom rubs the spot where she hit him as he reaches the door. He knocks twices and
walks back down the hall to help Shami. When she whaps him again he lifts her up and
tosses her over his shoulder. Matt opens the door in just in time to duck out of reach of
the wailing girl. Shami visioucly kicks and punches Tom until finnaly she is trown onto a
large bed. She head jerks back as she lands on her butt.
Shami/ "Don't you ever do that again!"
Shami's face reddens as Tom crawls onto the bed and makes his way over to her. He
stops only centemeters away from her face. She can feel his warm breath on her lips.
Tom/ "And what if I refuse?"
Shami's cheeks redden further as Tom leans in and softly brushes his lips against hers.
They get no farther before the door flings open and Sai rushes in.
Sai/ "Tom, we've got a problem. Get her out. NOW!"
Sai's voice is shrill as he runs to a closet and flings the doors open to reveil a few long
swords, one or two semi automatics and a few dozen hand granades. Shami raises an
eyebrow as Tom plops his head into her lap. She smooths his eyesbrows and slips out
from under him. She makes her way across the room and grabs a hand granade out of
the closet. She tosses it in the air and catches it again. Sai's eyes widen as she grabs
a dagger from her boot and slowly drills a small hole in it.
Sai/ "What the hell are you doing? We are about to get killed and you are playing with
a granade?"
Shami continues to drill a hole and ignores the fact that both Tom and Matt have joined
Sai in gathering the weapons.
Shami/ "Trust me, Sai. I know what I'm doing."
Sai lets out a disturbed sigh and turns to finish shoving the weapons into their duffle bags.
Shami walks over to Tom's bed and opens her duffle. She pulls out a bottle and pours a
white powder into it and quickly places a small amout of metal sealent over it as five men
walk into the room. The boys run over to grab Shami whom closes her duffle and places it
onto her shoulder. The men run towards her as she turns.
Shami/ "What a wonderful day to die, ne?"
With the statement she removes the lock on the granade and tosses it before she jumps
out of the window.A few seconds later she plummets a few feet into freezing water. The
water shakes as the granade explodes. Bits of the apartment fly into the water as Shami
crawls out. She starts running toward the front of the apartment half hoping to see Tom
and the others waiting for her. She turns the corner with great difficulty. Her clothes and
hair have already half froze. She spies her Corvett, but there's no sign of the boys. Her
eyes start to water but the tears freeze as they slide down her cheek.
Shami/ "This can't be happening."
She tosses her bag in the back and jumps in. She starts the car and looks around. Still
no sign of any of them, but she does see five more people running out of the apartment
building. She takes off without looking back. She drives for about fifteen minutes later. She
pulls up to a hotel. She grabs her duffle out of the back seat and walks into the hotel. The
desk clerk is a man about in his mid thirties. He is wearing a black business suit and his
dark hair is combed back nicely. He looks up and smiles at Shami when she walks in.
Desk Clerk/ "Good evening, Miss. How may I help you?"
Shami looks around nervously, and places her hand on the desk and leans forward.
Shami/ "I need one single room, you can't inform anyone of my stay here, unless it is
these three."
She places three pictures on the desk. The desk clerk picks them up and inspects them
carefully. After a minute he hands them back.
Desk clerk/ "Ok,gucci riem, I will. Will you sign in for me?"
He slides the sign in book for the private rooms towards herand opens it to an empty
page in the back. Shami picks up the pen and scribbles her signature then slams the
book shut. The clerk smiles and tosses her a set of keys,oakley sale, she catches them in her left
hand and starts toward the stairs.
Shami/ "THANKS"
She climbs the stairs and finds her room. She unlocks the door and slips inside. She
turns and locks the door again. She sheds her frozen clothes and tosses them on the
floor behind the bathroom door. She then changes into a pair of baggy, light grey sweat
pants and a green tank top. She places her .45 pistol on the table and heads off into the
kitchen. She looks around but doesn't find much. There is a couple of metal cups in one
of the cabinets and a metal tea pot under the sink. Shami's stomach gives an involuntary
lurch as she makes her way back into the living room and stoppes in front of the door when
the door bell sounds.
Shami/ "Oh, great what now? This is a ########ing pisser."
She whispers harshly as she grabs her gun off the end table and peers through the
spy hole on the door. She looks down at her feet as a smile plays across her lips.
She unlocks the door and opens it. The boys stand in the doorway and step back
as Shami spins her pistol around her index.
Shami/ "And to think I was about ready to call the police to look for you. What a
shame. And look at you, you're all soaking wet. What? Did you jump into a lake?"
The boys look at her and smile. Matt and Sai slip past her as Tom steps in behind
her and forces the door shut. He locks it and walks into the bedroom ranting along
the way.
Tom/ "No, actually it's raining, pouring really, and if someone would've waited a bit
longer we wouldn't of had to walk the distance in that rain."
Shami rolls her eyes and walks into the bedroom after him.
Shami/ "Oh, c'mon now, you can't be mad at me, not when I had to get away from
five loons!"
Tom turns and glares at her through narrowed eyes. He sheds his shirt and turns to
look at her.
Tom/ "Would you be a doll and go buy me some clothes, all of us as a matter of fact?"
Shami's face reddens as her temper rises.
Shami/ "Don't you dare get that tone with me! You can go and buy your own clothes!"
Shami pulls out a wad of money from her duffle and chucks it at Tom with all her might.
Tom's face also reddens as he and Shami start screaming at each other. They don't
get very far for Matt walks into the room and crosses his arms.
Matt/ "Oh, there's nothing I love more than a lover's fight, but I really want some dry
clothes."
Matt's voice is flat and cold. Shami turns and smiles warmly at Matt, though her eyes
look like huge spouts of fire.
Shami/ "Ok, love, why don't WE go and buy YOU some. I haven't the slightest clue what
size any of you wear."
The sarcasm is evedent in Shami's shrill voice as she speaks. Matt simply smiles and
grabs the wad of money off of the overly large bed. Apparently the clerk had noticed
the boy were intending to stay for a while and gave Shami a large room with the biggest
bed any of them have seen in their life. Six people could fit on the bed and still have room
to move about freely.
Matt/ "Let's go."
Shami nods and grabs the jacket Tom had lent her earlier that day, and heads out. It
takes them about twenty minutes to find a clothing shop that Shami would actually go
into. By the look on Matt's face, not very much to his liking either. Metallica palys loudly
through the speakers as Shami drags Matt along the aisles pointing to various clothes
along the way, all to which, Matt turned up his nose to.
Shami/ "Honestly! Mathew! When are you gonna let me buy you something?"
Matt shruggs his shoulders and exits the store.
Matt/ "Once you get some taste. Fallow me."
Matt's voice is flat as he starts down the sidewalk. Shami runs up to his side and starts
walking along the slippery concrete.
Shami/ "Fine. I give in. I'll go where you wanna, under one condition..."
Matt narrows her eyes at her. His eyes are now a brilliant green. Shami smiles at him
and slings an arm over his shoulders.
Shami/ "...You let me choose some of the clothes."
Matt rolls his eyes, but smiles nonetheless.
Matt/ "Fine. But none for me."
Shami's smile fades and she stoppes walking.
Shami/ "No! I don't agree!"
Matt's smile widdens as Shami's frown deepens. About ten feet behind Matt she
shruggs and turns in the opposite direction.
Shami/ "Fine, you choose you and your friends' clothes by yourself and I'll dart
off to get some of my choosing!"
Shami screams over her shoulder. Matt stops walking and turns to look at Shami,
whom has already dissapeared into one of the shops. He shakes his head and walks
into one of the shops. An hour later Shami is driving down the street and finnaly
spots her blue eyed friend. She honks the horn and Matt spins around. She smiles
warmly at him and bekons him into the car. He throws his bags into the back seat and
climbs into the passenger seat. The car is warm and the heaters are blowing directly
on Matt's shiverring torso. Shami smiles and leans over to Matt.
Shami/ "I think you'll enjoy what I got you and the guys. I know I certainly do."
She sits back up and winks at a now white faced Matt.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A.N.: So how'd yeh like it? I loved it! Too bad
none of the guys are gonna read it. I'm leaving
them all in this sorry excuse for a state..er country.
Whatever people wanna call it! I hate it! Ne ways.
Laters. Not gonna post PT 2 till I get at least one good
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