Alastor

He froze, like a deer in headlights when the sound of the pistol went off. He felt, on his right cheek, a sharp ting of pain only made him sure that bullet was meant for him. Alastor turned to look behind him to be met with the blonde holding up a gun as the pistol smoke faded.

"Well, this had been a...rapid, change of pace" Alastor said, regaining his composure as he turned towards the assailant. He stared at the gun before meeting his eyes, Anthony looked.. Surprised? How strange. He put his hand behind his back and grabbed ahold of his hidden yet trusty knife.

The knife was special to him, having been a gift from his mother. But either way he would have used a ax if it was easier to carry around, oh well. Alastor took note about his disadvantage, a knife to a gun fight was certainly going to get him killed. Good thing he was quick on his feet.

Anthony didnt answer back to him, instead uncocking his gun barrel to put another bullet in. Alright, this guy had enough confidance to put only one bullet and not multiple in so that meant he was good with a gun. Being point blank meant he had to be fast if he didnt want a fatal wound.

Alastor took the chance and lunged at the other, aiming the knife point directly for the others stomach. Within the split second he had to lunge at the other Anthony immediately grabbed his wrist and diverted the knife away from him. In the choas he watched the gun fall which caused him to feel a little bit of glee from his advantage.

Even though small Alastor could feel the frozen terror from his rival through his hand that still clung to his wrist. The brunette's grin sharpened and he looked up at Anthony before swiping his leg underneath the other's feet to trip him, by now this fight became more of a dance for life. Alastor caught the other before he could fully fall, unsure why though, and held the knife point to his throat at the killing angle.

Perfect.

He stared down at the man under him before he had failed to see the fist come at him, he ended up dropping the other before clenching his face. Usually he could gain himself after a punch, but this one had leather gloves on... It reminded him of the nights his own father beat him bloody with a belt for the smallest of things.

Alastors mind flurried with a million thoughts, could this be the end? What will his mother do when he heard her son was found dead? His father truly wouldnt mind, he's been wanting it for so long.

Anthony

He could see the others fear, watchin the once so self reserved man from earlier become a shaking leaf on a stormy day. It was a little scary, despite him knowing many people going from controlled to fear ridden in a manner of seconds, Anthony could relate deeply from THAT fear Alastor was showing in his eyes. Something he did brought up some deeper and stronger fear then his soon to be demise, as much as he wanted to reach out and calm him down but he was too far down to show anything other then being a threat. Damn it.

Anthony eyed the ground quickly, looking for his weapon. Where was it? He swore it was there just seconds ago! He weighed out his options, thinking out the possibilities he could go about.

Just before he could make a full proof plan the don's son found himself at the end of his own gun, with his target on the other side staring at him with a bruised cheek. He stared back, looking into the other's once russet eyes that now looked red before putting his hands up in a surrender. Did he put a bullet in the barrel before? He couldnt remember, he must have been to caught up in trying not to get stabbed to remember.

"Careful there toot's" Anthony said in a voice that could pass for fear, not that he wasnt afraid but this guy obviously liked being in control, lets give him a show then. Alastor grinned as his eye's narrowed, he took a step foreward to push Anthony backwards against the rose wall.

He now leaned back against the bush, he could feel the little thorns dig into his back while the sweet smell of the flowers tickled his nose. The irony of the situation, Alastor was a deadly beauty like the roses he was leaning against. One rose was close to his face, leaning against his face to a point he could just barely see the petal edges.

"Arnd I will, since one of us have to be the civilized one here. Attacking with my my back tumed? How rude!" Alastor answered him after a minuet, his voice was calculating as if he was trying to hide something. A accent possibly? Would make sense, everyone he's met down here had a strong or light accent and this guy definitely been here long enough to not have one. Dont get caught up with small details Anthony.

"Rude is as rude goes, Dont make yourself such a easy target" He told him sarcasticly, feeling the gun tip press hard up against his chin. Right, dont dig into his ego.

"I was being nice and showing you some beauty, I never made myself a target for anything" Alastor told him, Anthony felt the gun being dragged up to his cheek.

"Lets just say ya have some people up in the big apple who want ya dead"

"Oh? Where they too much of a coward to face me themselves? How scandalous!" Alastor laughed.

He wasnt wrong, Anthony knew how to use a gun before he could walk. Comparinig that to what

he does for his fathers mob the thought of his own job always been a burden on his mind, even if he didnt want it to. The blonde mobster took a second to make it seem like was actually thinking this for the first time.

He watched as Alastor grin sharpened but kept his attention half focused on the gun tip on his cheek. Before Alastor could continue he spoke up "Well thats a lot coming from the louisiana ripper, wont you say so?"

Alastor

Alastor's eye's widen, how could this stranger to the town know his little secret? He's been more then careful in all of it, even the police couldnt figure it out.

"What- how did you-" He was cut off by a grin that mirrored his own.

"We been watching you" Anthony said carefully, especially since Alastor clicked a bullet into the guns barrel. All it took was one bullet to end this mans life, it'd be a shame too since the red rose next to his face brought out that dazzling blue eye of his. Oh well.

"How so?"

"We have.. Eye's down here, ones who will tell us anything they find on our targets." Anthony told him, but he quickly shut up when Alastor pressed the gun hard enough to his pale skin to cause at least a bruise. It's funny how it was just this morning he was following the fellow, now he had him pinned in the afternoon where the sunset colors and shadows reflected his pale.

"Well since your going to be dead soon, mind telling me who the mole is?" Alastor asked, his mind already landing on a few suspects.

Silence was exchanged between the two, split seconds of them just staring at each other before the blonde spat out one single word. 

"No"