Two years Ago, Maliana Aries Keenan(Malicious Frakture) fled New York. She had been the victim of naivity. Her boyfriend of two years, was a lackey for a drug kingpin on the west side of the Bronx. She found out, after enduring years of his physical abuse. The only way to get to him was to hurt him where it counted. She stole his product, roughly around two million dollars worth of it. A few months after moving to Hathian the first time, she was found out and nearly killed. Giovanni Moretti was so convinced of her death he abandoned all thoughts of revenge against her. Miraculously she survived, fled to Arizona to be with family and heal. She made her way back to Hathian, only to get mixed up in Canning Productions. The release of her first porn would be her downfall. Weeks after the release, Gio was in town, taking his time to learn her movements. He learned where she worked, where she lived and who her friends were. Plotting until he could make his move.

Tre had asked Mali and Stu to look after a certain infant. Mali of course happily agreed. She figured her life was heading down a path oof kids and family shortly. Little did she know on the second day of watching the child her life would be turned upside down.

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Giovanni Moretti had waited for the Gold Mercedes to leave the household. It wasn't that Gio wouldn't have happily waxed Stu. Except, he was going to try and get some money out of him too. How dare he give that fucking thief of a cunt a roof over her head. Gio carefully scaled down the windmill and hopped over the fence. He crept forward, knowing that Maliana was still inside. His fingers lightly grasped the door knob... he'd twist it.. and be damned if the wall and security gate hadn't given the homeowners a false sense of security. The door: unlocked. Slowly and deliberately, Gio turned the door knob, slowly easing the door open.

Malicious Frakture had been inside the kitchen, she didn't hear the doorknob turn. She was rocking Taja, while reaching in the fridge to get her iron drops. She grumbled softly as the girl was a bit cranky today "cmon Taja.. be a good girl. "She cooed. Taja wasn't her kid, but for the last few days she had been bonding with her like she was her own. Stu had left to grab some more fornula, leaving Mali all alone. "Shhh it's ok baby, lets take this and Aunty will get you a bottle.."

Giovanni Moretti stepped in through the doorway, his footsteps lightly treading along the wooden entrance. He could hear her voice coming clearly from ahead and to the left. Giovanni crept to the right, never stepping down on the heel of his foot. He'd near the staircase, creeping along behind it, his back to the wall. And he'd, for a moment, step on the wrong end of a board, and it creaked loudly. Quickly Gio smoothed forward and came to the wall nearest the dining room. He'd slowly peer around the corner looking for his target.

Malicious Frakture continues rocking Taja, smiling down to her as she takes her medicine. Thankfully she wasn't fussing "good girl.. yes you are.." She whispered bending to place a kiss on her forehead. Still oblivious to the intruder that had come through her door. "pew.. you need a change!" she said turning to head back into the living room. "Stinky girl!"

Giovanni Moretti watched her as she moved away from the kitchen and back around. He'd make his move, footsteps swiftly moving him around the corner and towards the kitchen - and more importantly, towards the bitch he thought he had killed. Getting his two million outta her was going to be a little too fun.

Malicious Frakture caught something out of the corner of her eye. She turned, face to face with the man in the mask. She screamed, pressing the baby close to her chest. Eyes shifting over his form "Oh.. fuck.. we don't have anything.." she yelled, fumbling one handed for her phone. She had to call Stu, the cops.. someone. All the while she was backing up towards the door. "I have a baby.. please.. don't.. "

Giovanni Moretti didn't say a word. No. That was something that those dumb criminals did in the movies. Instead, Giovanna went from a slow creep to a full on sprint. Baby be damned, his one and only goal was to get in range and throw a haymaker towards her chin and if she'd turn to run - he'd just throw his body weight into her. Maybe it was her baby. And that would be even better.

Malicious Frakture fumbled pressing her finger on the speed dial. She didn't know who she called, but screamed loudly "No.. please.. please.. " the punch landing solidly into her chin. Pain wracked her body, the splitting of skin could be felt as warm crimson blood trickled out. She moaned, falling back onto her ass. She held Taja tightly, not wanting to hurt the girl "Stop.. please.. whoever you are.." she couldn't see him, he was masked. He didn't speak so she couldn't recognize his voice. All she could do was throw up her free hand and protect the child and herself.

Giovanni Moretti snapped fast and like a Mixed Martial Artist, Giovanni had thrown his hips into hers - his 80-90 pound weight advantage really coming to play true to form. He'd just say one simple phrase, "I'm going to kill you bitch," before he started to rain down hammer fist after hammer fist towards her face.

Malicious Frakture choked back the fear that suddenly rose in her throat. She could hear his voice, she knew who it was. Screaming as he began to throw punches at her face. She was trapped beneath him, the baby cradled in her arms. Miraculously unscathed so far. Mali's flesh was being pounded, ripped apart by the brutal thrusts of his fists. All she could do was scream "HELP PLEASE SOMEONE HELP.. GIO DON'T PLEASE STOP.. " towards the end though her face would be so badly beaten, her words would start to slurr. She wouldn't be able to keep up screaming, until finally she was unconscious.

Giovanni Moretti had been raining down those fists - and finally he saw and felt her body go limp. He looked around the room, the baby crying her fucking eyes out. He'd stand up, looking down on Mali, "I thought I fuckin' killed you before. But don't you worry you dirty fuckin' thief cunt, I'm gonna make sure I do the job right this time. And I'm gonna fuckin' kill that baby of yours." He'd leave her helpless body on the floor as he went to collect the cellphone he saw of hers. Lifting it up, he saw someone was on the other line. Without listening, he'd snap the phone closed, hanging up on whoever was on the other line. Then it was time to collect Mali and the baby. Hoisting her up, he'd throw Mali over his shoulder and carry her just around the block to the rental car he had. Throwing a pascifier into the babies mouth, he'd carry the baby off with him. It was time to get out of dodge before the calvary showed up.

Malicious Frakture hung limply over his shoulder, her face bleeding all over the carpet, soaking her clothing and body. She couldn't feel anything, totally numb from his punches. She was out could, unknowingly a victim is words.

Giovanni Moretti had unloaded his cargo near the side door and then tossed the baby down on the ground, off to the side. Finally Giovanni would slip the ski mask off of his face and toss it to the ground before placing the baby into an old beer case. He'd then go about locking Mali's wrists with double linked hand cuffs, then snapping those closed around the gas mains in the basement of the building. He'd strip her of every bit of dignity. Carefully walking back up to his car, he'd grab a small duffle bag and bring it back down. His implements of destruction at the ready.

Giovanni Moretti heard the phone ringing. He looked at the caller ID. No idea who it was - Giovanni just clicked it to voicemail.

Malicious Frakture hung limply from the gas mains. She wasn't awake yet, couldn't have seen what he was beginning to do. Her face dribbled blood down the front of her chest. Both eyes were swollen shut. Her breathing was tepid if best, bubbles seething through her now broken nose.

Giovanni Moretti carefully unzipped the duffel bag and withdrew a pair of surgical scissors. He stepped forward, the cold steel sheers would go into action, snapping and clipping at the fabric her body. Indeed. Maliana was going to lose everything she thought she still had. Her clothing. Her safety. Her dignity. And ultimately, her life. When he'd cut her top off, the creepy fucker couldn't help but give her boob a squeeze. "Ain't changed have ya?" Sure, she was still unconscious, but Gio was having a conversation with her anyway.

Malicious Frakture stirred as he cut away her clothing. She lifted her head upwards, trying to see out of her swollen eyes. She mumbled, her flesh so badly beaten, nothing could be deciphered. Her head lolled against her shoulders, "gio.. " she would try to whisper, tongue snaking out to lick lightly at the blood flowing down her face.

Giovanni Moretti's eyes scolded across her bare flesh. When she stirred it brought him great amusement. He brought his hand up to curl it around her chin. He'd grip her jaw tightly, forcing it closed. "Oh, you thought you could fuckin' hide from me did ya? Thought I wouldn't fuckin' find ya?" He'd slid his hand from her jaw, only to bring it back with a forceful slap across her bloodied face.

Malicious Frakture felt his hands on her body, the cold shiver of fear raced through her. She gulped a throatful of rigid air. Choking back the feeling of bile that rose in the back of her throat "Taja... where is she?" Suddenly snapping back to reality. She feared the girl was left back at the house all alone. Jerking against the chains, she fought futilely to break free. The slap to her face sent her reeling. She cried out in pain, as it ricchocetted through her body. She fell back against her shoulders, body hanging limp for a few.

Giovanni Moretti still held those shears in his hand - and hell, he was going to enjoy every last minute of her life before he ended it. He'd already bloodied, battered and bruised her face. He'd then curl some of her dark hair around his fingers and bring the shears up to start cutting her hair, a la Edward Scissorhands - meaning -he wasn't trying to be skillful at it. He just wanted to leave the bitch dead and disgraced for what she did to him. He'd sneer as he'd try to cut her hair into shreds, "C'mon whore, wake up... wake up you worthless fuckin' thief."

Malicious Frakture cried out, shaking her head. She tried to get her hair away from his hands, but wasn't able too. She hissed angrily, her lips spreading painfully in a frown "Stop.. fucking quit.. " She jerked around, finally awake. "Where is Taja.. where is the fucking baby GIO!!" She screamed angrily. It was her life on the line, but all she could think about was the baby and how hungry she had to be. "She's a baby Gio.. please.. " she moaned as he still kept cutting off her hair. "Fuck you.. you deserved it you bastard!"

Giovanni Moretti threw the scissors to the ground. He'd growl and slap her across her mouth again. "You shut the fuck up... or I'll kill that fucking baby too..." He leaned in closer to her, "Two years, two million... and here I thought you were fuckin' dead. Funny thing though... my cousin Manny was watchin' this porno online.... and guess who he fuckin' saw...." his tongue snaked out between his lips and lapped at the blood that was on her cheek.

Malicious Frakture cringed feeling his tongue slide against her cheek. She pulled back, trying to get away. The cuffs cutting into her skin, leaving red welts on her flesh. She hissed softly, turning her head towards the ground. She did'nt regret being in the porno, just regretted ever having anythign to do with him. She lifted her lashes, looking at him "The money is gone.." She said, trying to appear as serious as she could be. "let me.. please.. let me down to tend to the baby.. please.." she begged, tears welling in her eyes "You dont' know what you are fucking with GIO!!"

Giovanni Moretti turned and looked back at the box. Either it died when I was beating your fucking face in ... or it's sleeping. One or the other. Not my concern right now though." His lips curled into a sinister grin, "And do tell me then, what am I fucking with? A two bit petty whore? Bitch, I gave you a life you never deserved and then, like Judas, you betrayed me and fuckin' took my shit." He'd give her another vicious slap across the face. "WELL FUCK YOU!"

Malicious Frakture screamed in frustration and tried to buck against the chains that held her between the two water mains. Bitterly the tears flowed as he continued his assault on her face. She was sure that more than one bone was broken in the process. Eyes closing as she tried to recover "Her dad.. he is a fucking bad ass motherfucker.." She growled, shaking her head "He will fucking kill you. " she didn't mention it wasn't her kid. Hoping that if he thought it was hers, he would let it live a while longer. Though Gio didn't strike her as a baby killer.

Giovanni Moretti growled, "Do I need to sew your fucking mouth shut? Look at you..." he'd scoff, "You really let yourself go... and now porn... really... weren't you better than that?" He'd wrap an arm around her shoulder, almost hugging her in some sick and demented way. "Do you remember the first time I beat on you?" He flashed her a toothy grin, "I do..." and with that he'd throw a heavy handed punch to her gut.

Malicious Frakture nearly choked on the pain. His gut punch wreaking havoc on her body. She wanted to curl upwards in the fetal position but couldn't. She gasped, eyes shifting towards his face. She couldn't believe that she had loved this man. For so long she had been under his thumb, now she was going to die at the mercy of his hands "god... please.. " She tried to pray. She didn't make any acknowledgement to her porn career, she wouldn't. She had done it purely for Stu. She wanted to be close to him and that was how she was going to do it.

Giovanni Moretti stood back from her now, watching her. Admiring his handiwork so far. He'd laugh loudly, "God? God isn't going to help you....no Mali....I'm going to get my two million out of you, flesh cube by flesh cube from you." He'd turn and head over to his bag to root through it.

Malicious Frakture watched as he went to the bag on the ground. She could hear the bag rattling around, his voice chilling her to the bone "Oh god Gio.. please.. " she whispered, eyeing him as he began to search for his tools. She desperately fought to get away. Though she knew she couldn't. The cuffs were cutting into her skin. digging deeply into her flesh. She could feel them beginning to break open, slicking with blood. Pain was burning in her shoulders, ravagins her whole body. Unable to keep herself up more, she fought to hang on. Knowing that as soon as her body gave out, so would her shoulder sockets.

Giovanni Moretti turned back towards her, a small fillet knife in his hand. He'd step closer to her again, the glint of the carbon steel shining down in the depths of the decrepit building. "Please what? I thought you were dead...and yet you went on living....well doll...you should know. No one crosses Gio Moretti and lives to tell the tale..." he'd step in close, the fillet knife being brought up to press against her throat with just the slightest bit of pressure.

Malicious Frakture shook violently. She was truly afraid of this man> His ferocity was nothing she could begin to reckon with. Her fingers clenched against he chain, chin tilting upwards, "stop... don't do this, please I am begging you!!" Tears streamed down her face. They salted drops fell into her wounds. Broken skin stining as she hung there. The blade perilously close to her throat. Mali was at a loss as to what she could do. All she could think about was the baby and Stu. God, she loved him, more than anything in her world. She had hopes of spending the rest of her life with him. "STOP PLEASE GIO.. "

Giovanni Moretti added the lightest bit more pressure and the blade would begin to slice apart the beaten flesh. It start on the side of her neck and he'd slice a good quarter inch before puling the blade back. Really, it was just a superficial cut, but it would be enough to make her freak out. He'd pull the knife back and lick the few small droplets of blood collected on the underside of the blade. "Mali... look around you... this is all you're going to see before you die. Anyone you loved or held dear... you'll never see their faces again... so picture them as best as you can... because when I'm through with you, I'll have tossed your parts in that box with the baby and grind you both into dog food."

Malicious Frakture screamed in terror. She let out the loudest scream she could possibly manage. The flesh at her neck ripping open. Sure it wasn't that deep, but it was enough to seperate the flesh. "STUUUUU" She screamed loud enough to wake Taja who was crying in the box beside her. She begged for her life, not knowing what else she could possibly do. The tears racing down her cheeks mingled with her blood. They were caking her body, traling down her breasts. "SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME..." Her voice going hoarse, but in truth she was at his mercy. She had no way to escape and definitely no way to avoid his brutailty.

Giovanni Moretti was furious when she called out for Stu. That little preppy fucker. He'd reach up, quickly digging his hands into her chopped hair, bringing that fillet knife right back up to her throat, "He ain't gonna fucking save you Mali.... ain't no one gonna come to your fuckin' rescue. Now, if you don't keep your fuckin' mouth shut... I'll grab your tongue and cut it out... you fuckin' understand me?"

Malicious Frakture quieted her cries, though the tears still ran down her cheeks. It was times like this that showed her she wasn't that brave. Couldn't have been with a knife to her throat, chained to metal poles. She knew she was going to die, there was no way around that. She licked her lips lightly, eyes looking up to his "Please... give the baby back at least.. don't keep her.." she whispered. Her voice cracked with pain, and fear. Mali figured that if Taja got out alive and Mali stayed behind. Then it wouldn't be all that bad. The thought of that innocent baby getting caught into all this trouble, made her stomach hurl.

Giovanni Moretti turned and looked back at the box and the crying baby. He'd walk over to the box, nudging it with his foot. "Shut the fuck up," he'd yell down at it. When it didn't Gio grew furious. He'd kneel down and scoop the baby up, walking over towards Mali, dangling the baby by her leg, the fillet knife in his other hand, "Shut this fucking thing up or I'll mince her up first in front of you..."

Malicious Frakture cried out, eyes widening as he held Taja by the leg. She couldn't do anything, though she tried to reach out to her "Here.. let me.." She urged, thinking maybe he would release her feet. Then she could hold the girl, comforting her. Mali was in devestating pain. Her body was beaten and she was broken "Gio.. just let me hold her.. "

Giovanni Moretti just shook his head. There was no way she was getting down. Not yet. "I think she's thirsty," he said, shoving the baby into Mali's blood covered chest. Doubtful the baby would latch on and try to drink - but if she did - it'd not be a mother's milk she'd taste.

Malicious Frakture was thankful that Taja didn't latch on or try to. Mali shook her head, desperately trying to get his attention. She wanted him to focus on her and not on Taja "She needs a bottle.. " murmering almost to herself. "let her go Gio.. " she whimpered, begging him. "you want money? Is that it? You want.. the two million? I can get it.. let us go and I will get it for you!" she tried to barter, knowing it was probably worthless to do so.

Giovanni Moretti turned away from Mali and lifted the baby up, slicing the infant's leg, ever the slightest to illicit the screams of pain from a newborn. He'd laugh to himself, "I'm going to gut this fucking child Mali.... I'm going to gut your whore baby...." and he'd lift the fillet knife high into the air.

Malicious Frakture thrusted against the chains as he used the baby as leverage. She screamed jerking and thrusting. "LEAVE HER ALONE!!!" Tears rolled down her cheeks. It was at that moment, Mali regretted being alive. She hated the fact that the baby was in her protection. Hating it even more now that he had cut the poor little girl. She was just out of the hospital, a few days in fact. Mali's face was caked with blood, her throat gashed open and here she was screaming for the child. "Sick fucking bastard!!" Maybe if she yelled loud enough, wherever they were, she could illicit some response from someone out there.

Giovanni Moretti turned and set the baby back into the box. He'd find a bottle and shove it into it's mouth. Funny thing happened. It shut up. He'd walk back over to Mali, the knife still in hand. "Now, now, it ain't about the two million.... it's about stealing from me and living to tell the tale." He'd bring a forearm up to wipe sweat from his brow, "I'd suppose though, you know there is no price tag on being efficient? You're not leaving here alive. Dying fast or dying slow... that's going to decide how quickly I end this for you..."

Malicious Frakture sighed a breath of relief as he set Taja down. The girl was safe for now. Mali's arms were burning at the sockets. The chains stretching her to the point of breaking. Feeling her arm being torn out of socket, her ligaments stretching. Fresh tears marked their path through her blood soaked face. "Fuck you... " she sucked in a large wad of bloodied spit, launching it in his direction. She knew she was going to die and it wasn't her intention to go down without making it hard for him. She tried to bring up her knee, bending it with what give she had in the chain. If she could, she would attempt to ram it into his sack. Mali's leg was small, but he was close, however effective that would be for her.

Giovanni Moretti hadn't expected her to spit in his face - so of course it caught him off guard. And as he went to wipe it from his face his sack was lifted up towards his chest by her knee. Gio stumbled backwards, "You fuckin' bitch..." he said, clutching his stomach as he was doubled over in pain. He remained in that position for what may have seemed like an eternity, but after awhile, the writhing became laughter and he'd push himself back up to his feet. "Not a wise idea... at all..." he sneered back in reply.

Malicious Frakture hadn't anything else to do. She was stranded in his clutches. For that brief moment, her knee connected, she felt vindicated. It wouldn't last long though. The sneer on his lips almost more than her stomach could handle. Instantly regretting the knee to his balls. she didn't say anything, looking away. She figured any words would be wasted on him as it was. Lip trembling, as she thought of her fiance. She though of the people she had grown close to in Hathian. They probably had no clue that she was gone. Whoever, she had speed dialed was the only person Mali could count on. She prayed to god, that person was her friend.

Giovanni Moretti walked back up to her, that fillet knife back in his clutches. He would pause a moment, wiping it clean on his jeans - a mixture of Mali's blood and the dirt from the ground below was strewn across his denim jeans. Stepping back up to Mali he'd stab the knife at her meaty upper arm, hoping to push it into her like she was a human pin cushion.

Malicious Frakture writhed in pain as the knife penetrated her flesh. She screamed, howling loudly in pain. The overload of her senses pushing her to the brink of passing out. White dots clouded her vision, it was like being struck by a mack truck. Mali wheezed in a breath, exhaling it loudly. She was just a woman, small at that. She wasn't a gang banger, or a soldier, so each cut felt like it was her last. Tears rolled down her cheeks, mingling with the water dripping from the two mains. Ice blues lifted and stared at him through swollen bloodied sockets. She looked towards the gaping wound, it was about two inches long, but nearly four inches deep. She was judging of course by the length of the man's blade. "fucking bastard..."she moaned. Here she was defenseless, just liked the last time.

Giovanni Moretti had a sadistic grin on his face as he admired his handiwork. Giovanni turned and headed back to his bag of toys. This time, with his back turned he'd hold up a black Glock 19 over his head. "Oh Mali baby, looky at what else I brought..." he'd push himself up off the balls of his feet and turn around, slapping a magazine into the pistol and chambering a round. From about five feet back, he leveled the sights, aiming that pistol right between her eyes. Slowly he'd move forward until the barrel was pressed hard against her skull... "Beg me to spare your life..."

Malicious Frakture's senses kicked into overdrive. Every single one of them. Fight or flight, conform or be destroyed. She didn't want to die, didn't want her life to end as it was just beginning. Mali closed her eyes as he levelled the gun at her face. She licked her lips, the cracked skin seperate more with the swipe of her tongue "Please don't do this Gio.. I am begging you.. it isn't worth it. " She cried, violent sobs racing through her "I am fucking begging you not to kill me!!"

Duston Portilo held the gun steady, his fingertip easing over the trigger. His muscles tensed, his finger slowly tugging on it... though he wasn't about to spray her brain matter all of the wall just yet. He'd lower the gun down to her busted lips. "So Miss Pornstar... show me how you suck a cock.... and show me on this gun...." he'd roughly nudge the barrel between her lips, "C'mon, god damn it Mali, show me how you suck that little pansy fuck of a boyfriend off."

Malicious Frakture shook her head. She kept her mouth firmly closed. There was no way she was going there with him. Showing him weakness in that regard wouldn't get her anywhere, then again not doing what he said would guarentee her brain splattered. "Please.. don't do this.." She whimpered softly "please.. Gio.. you once loved me, don't do this.. remember that.."

Giovanni Moretti growled at her, "If you don't wrap your fucking lips around this gun, I'm going to bust every one of your motherfucking teeth out. Now fucking DO IT!" He'd shove the gun between her lips, the barrel clanking against her teeth. Yeah, he once loved her. But, as the saying goes, we only kill the ones we love.

Malicious Frakture grimaced as the barel collided with her teeth. She wrapped her lips around the gun's barrel. Eyes kept tightly closed, there was no way she wanted to see his face. To see the satisfaction that had to be plastered against his features. Gently she licked the barrel, sliding her tongue up and down the hard weapon. Her lips following suit, matching the same path as he tongue forged. She pressed down upon it, taking the length of the barrel deep within her throat, before rising back up. The taste was gritty. It was a foul mixture of cleaning solvents that peppered her taste buds. Continuing to lick, Mali risked a peek at his face. The swelling in her eye gradually sealing it off. At that moment, Taja would cry and Mali would shift her gaze from the gun, from the lunatic holding it and stare at the box.

Giovanni Moretti pulled the gun from her mouth and turned to look back at Taja. "Now look't what you did. You upset the baby..." Gio went back to his bag as set the Glock back inside before pulling a small keyring from his pocket. He walked over and hauled off and punched her in the stomach again - a force trying to drive the air out of her lungs. If accomplished, he'd unlock he wrists only - the ankles still attached. "Take care of the fucking baby," he said, turning to go observe from a distance.

Malicious Frakture felt a bit of relief again as he took the gun from her mouth. She was dishevelled, hair cut short, bruises and cuts marring her once beautiful face. Dirt covered her body, smeared with her own blood. Mali was in terrible shape. The punch to her stomach made her double over, as best she could. She fought to catch her breath, her lungs struggling to fill up. Coughing and wheezing as he unlocked her wrists, arms falling limply at her sides. Falling to the ground, landing on her knees, pulling her arm in close. She hobbled over to Taja, cradling against the box. Her hands worked to check out the cut on her leg. It had to be painful, especially to her. She whispered softly, "shh Taja baby.." crying her own silent tears "Uncle Stu and your daddy will be here.. they will come baby.." it was the only hope she had. Mali laid there in the dirt, doing her best to comfort the tiny infant.

Giovanni Moretti sat back, watching, observing. An amused look slid over his features, "Oh, you dumb cunt, how will they know where I've taken you? Oh no Mali, I've thought long and hard about this - ever since I found out you were still alive. I assure you, I'm going to finish the fucking job. Tomorrow we start with your legs. Primarily your calves..." he'd nod his head and sit back, leaning against the wall, watching her live and dream with false hope.

Malicious Frakture tried to block his voice out of her mind. She knew that if she survived the night, it would be a miracle. Shaking as she began to wrap Taja back in her blanket "they are going to kill you .. sick fuck.. all of them." Mali looped them all together. Stu, Rabid, Piper, even Eve and Maks. He wasn't going to be safe, not in the least. If they found her and found Taja alive. All hell would be unleashed on the little man "kill me, but you are not going to make it out either.. " she breathed. Her whole body aching as she tried to hang on to the baby. The cut on her arm still bled, it seeped

Day Two (No Rp due to RL work.. )

Giovanni Moretti walked forward, the pistol still in his hand. He'd walk over and nudge Maliana with his shoe, "Wake up..." he barked at her. Not seeing her respond, Giovanni drew his leg back and kicked hard against her ribs. He was pretty sure he heard a bone snap against his foot. "I SAID WAKE UP CUNT!" Gio stared down at her, nonchalantly pointing the pistol at her.

Malicious Frakture woke up with a piercing pain to her side. The ribs bent under the pressure of his kick. A sickening crunch could be heard as they ground beneath his boot. She gasped, sucking in a deep breath, every inch of her chest burning with pain. Eyes shooting open, she tried to rise, only to feel another sharper pain. The barrel of the gun was pointed in her direction, Mali's eyes never leaving the opening "I .. am awake." she hissed softly, immediately dragging her body over towards Taja.

Giovanni Moretti watched her trying to crawl towards the box. He'd glance down at it and then with his right foot, he'd shove the box further away from her. Sneering he looked down at her, "Tonight Mali... tonight it our big night. Tonight is the night I'm going to finish the job I thought I did two years ago." He leveled the gun at her forehead, his eyes looking down the sights.

Malicious Frakture pulled back, unable to see if Taja was alright. She didn't know how long she was out, wasn't sure if the girl had been fed tonight. She pulled her legs up around her body, leaning her head down. She couldn't look at the gun anymore, didn't want to see when he pulled the trigged. Her face was still swollen, badly bruised. The bone over her right eye was broken, hanging down occluding her sight. Mali didn't know what else to do but pray. :The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever. " Even though she was not religious, nor did she attend services, Mali was spiritual. This was embedded into her grain,by her mother. Who knew that she would actually begin to use what she was taught.

Giovanni Moretti listened to her praying - and it struck a cord in him. As any good Italian, Giovanni was a devout Catholic. He'd spin the pistol around, grabbing the barrel. With her not looking at him, he'd close the distance and swing the pistol down at her left cheekbone. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"

Malicious Frakture felt the blow hit like a freight train. She fell back against the ground,curling against her body. She laid there in the fetal positoin, gasping for air, sucking back the rivets of deep pain. The cheek had to have shattered, Mali couldn't seem to make her jaw work anymore to form words. When she opened it she felt a tiny amount of pain, but upon closing it, there was a sharp rip. A tiny fragment of bone pushed through the muscle and flesh of her cheek, exposing the underlying bone. Her hands went above her face, they were free, she tried to cover the rest of her face the best she could.

Giovanni Moretti smiled viciously, carefully tucking the pistol into the waist of his pants. Gio leaned down and grabbed at her right hand. He knew she was beaten, bloodied and near broken. He'd try to force her arms together to lock them together behind her back. "Don't you fuckin' fight with me," he said as he felt her weakened body struggle against him.

Malicious Frakture tried to fight back, but she was overtaken. The locking of the cuffs behind her back made her cry out. Forcing her jaw open. Tears squeezed out of her swollen eyes. She was at a point where every muscle and bone in her body caused some sort of pain. Caked in her own sweat, dirt and blood, Mali could do nothing but lay there. Limply she held on, she fought to stay away. She couldn't lose consciousness right now, not while Taja was still in danger.

Giovanni Moretti stood up, looking down at her. He flicked his tongue out. He walked over and set the pistol back into the bag. He'd lift her cell phone and turned it on. 63 Missed Calls. "Someone sure misses you..." he said. Navigating through the menus, he'd open the camera application and took a picture of Mali's face. He'd send that picture to anyone who'd called her and then he tossed the phone down on the ground next to Mali. "Now, now, before I kill you... I'm gonna get one more last fuck out of your body... a shame though... you used to be beautiful..." he'd smirk, beginning to unbuckle his jeans, "but now, something tells me that you're gonna be havin' a closed casket funeral." Giovanni had slid his jeans down, his hand squeezing his member to life. It wasn't about the sexual release, it was just about using her as the whore she was one last time.

Malicious Frakture couldn't really struggled with her arms behind her back as she was. She tried to open her mouth, croaking out a small "fuck you.." She didn't care anymore, she was giving up. It was hard to hold on this long, with this much damage to her body. Rolling over to her side, the broken ribs pushing into her. She coughed, breathing out small gasps. Half lidded eyes stared at the box 'Fucking.. kill me already.." she begged. Her mind raced towards the baby, then to Stu. Whatever happened, she could only pray for Taja. Pray that god was feeling merciful and the poor infant would get out of this practically unscathed.

Giovanni Moretti spit on his palm and rubbed it on his cock. He'd raise a brow in defiance when she spoke to him. "Fuck me? Oh, you dumb bitch, that's precisely what I was planning on doing first." He'd worked himself into a semi-hard state and lifted his foot up, stomping down at her thigh before kneeling down and preparing to poke his dick into her hole one last night, "C'mon you nasty cunt, spread your fucking legs..."

Malicious Frakture stayed curled in that fetal position. She wasn't about to open willingly for a man she couldn't stand. Shaking her head, she fought to crawl away, his foot impeding her from leaving. Nothing was said, she could barely work her lips anymore, her body though began to tremble, it shook, eyes looking back and forth. She was looking for a way out. Someplace to run, to crawl, anyplace that was safer than where she was.

Giovanni Moretti reached out, forcing her legs apart. "Stop fightin' me... stop fuckin' fightin' me." He'd continue to work to pry her legs apart, knowing that in her state she couldn't hold out forever. "You know you've been missing this... now c'mon... spread 'em..."

Malicious Frakture screamed as loud as she could. Her jaw broken and pulsing. Hopefully someone would hear her as he felt his hands again thrust open her thighs. She was tired, her energy fading,as well as her conciousness. The tiny white dots that flitted in front of her left eye, showed her that there wasn't much time before she lost all control on her life. "Stop.. " she whispered weakly. She couldn't stop him anymore, her body limply hugging the ground. If he pressed it, she wouldn't be able to do anything. The cuffs on her hands, the chains on her legs. She was just a sitting duck.

Giovanni Moretti indeed would continue. Gio wedged himself between her thighs and pressed his cock against her tight hole, forcing himself in between her folds - very roughly. "Ah, fuck, just like I remembered it..." he'd struggle to push himself into her, "What the fuck? Ain't this turnin' you on? Ain't it Mali? You fuckin' cunt! Is this how your boyfriend Stu fucks you?"

Malicious Frakture didn't respond, she lay there practically catatonic. Her body not even responding to his rough invasion. Tears ran down her cheeks, pooled around in the dirt. Struggling did nothing, it didn't even help to try to fight back. She was his prisoner, fighting just to stay alive "Hurry.. and get it over with.." she sobbed, thinking about Stu. Praying that if he wouldn't find her at this moment.

Giovanni Moretti licked his lips with a delighted hunger. "Oh, don't worry, it won't be long..." and he'd slip his member out, spitting down at her slit trying to wet it. He'd lick his palm and rub it around the head of his member before shoving himself back inside of her. He could feel her body trembling against him, the life and fight inside of her slowly fading as he began to thrust himself in and out of her, "You like that? Huh? Do you whore? Do you?" He'd ask her that and many other derogatory questions as he pumped himself inside of her.

Malicious Frakture didn't respond, she cried, fingers digging into the dirt behind her. Struggling, trying to catch her breath, something wasn't right. She couldn't breath in without it hurting, then couldn't catch a full lung of breath. Her lips were tingling, skin going numb. She tried to choke back a cough, exhaling and inhaling short gasps.

Giovanni Moretti pushed himself inside of her, continuing to batter her with his member. He'd lift a hand up, wrapping his massive hand around her neck, slowly beginning to squeeze her esophagus closed. The closer he got, the more pressure and weight he put behind it. Nearing the edge, he'd continue to wildly slam into her as he attempted to choke the life out of her as he did.

Malicious Frakture gasped, for breath, she tossed and turned as he pounded deep within her. Screaming angrily, eyes wildly glancing around. Soon, the breaths became shallower, and shallower. Mali's eyes closing. She breathed out one last breath pretending that she was passed out. IF he believed it, she could possibly escape with her life. If he didn't, she was sure he would continue to choke her until she was passed out.

Giovanni Moretti was satisfied as he saw her pass out. To Gio, he actually felt as if he'd killed her. It gave him SUCH a rush to have finally finished her off - so much that he let the pressure off of her neck and began to unleash the fury of his orgasm inside of her. Gio slid himself up from her seemingly lifeless body and he'd spit on her. "There's to our last fuckin' hurrah." Gio pulled his pants back up... what to do with this baby? What to do? He at first, contemplated killing it. Though, instead, he was going to get some formula for it and leave it in a back alley somewhere. With a satisfied grin on his face the looked back at Mali, not noticing that her chest was still lightly rising and falling. "I'll throw your fuckin' ass into the ocean later tonight... feed you to the fishes." Gio grinned sadistically to himself as he headed up the staircase to find some formula.

Malicious Frakture could hear his voice, the stiff hatred in his words. She kept her breathing shallow as she could, praying he would make his way quickly up the stairs. As soon as she was sure he was out of reach, she leaned close to her phone. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and she had to maneuver to flip the phone open. Her breaths were ragged, torn. Hitting a speed dial number again, she waited to see if someone picked up. If there was a voice on the other line, her voice would come out muffled and slurred. Breaths would be husky and shallow 'Hello.. help.. help.. me.."

Malicious Frakture gurgeld barely as Gio came back. She hoped Tre could hear him in the background, hoping it wouldn't be given away that Mali was on the phone. Maybe he would forget exactly how he left the place.

Giovanni Moretti made his way back into the basement, a bag from the Clam in his hand. Giovanni set the bag down and went over to check in on the baby. Giovanni wasn't a monster. He was just getting back at Maliana for what she'd done to him. He'd look over at Mali's body, obscured by the box. "I told you I was gonna fuckin' kill you... dumb cunt... look at ya now. Just gotta get rid of this fucking baby and then I'm gonna toss your ass out to the fish." He'd kneel down and dig into the bag, pulling out the formula.

Maks Jacobus approaches the next building. At this point he felt like there was no point. It'd have taken a moron to put Mali so close to her own house, but no rock unturned. He reaches for the doorknob and makes no attempt at being quiet when he opens the door and enters the dark room. The stairwell up was ignored, instead he moves to the right into the room trying to find access to a basement, a side room... some place that there'd be pipes like he saw behind Mali's head in the picture.

Giovanni Moretti heard footsteps above him, the footsteps banging loudly on the floorboards above him. He'd quickly withdraw his pistol and stand ready to defend himself.... he'd gotten this far... he wasn't going to get caught. Just needed to get rid of this fucking baby.

Malicious Frakture spewed more blood from her mouth. The bone piercing through her cheek only tore more. Gasping, her lips moving like a fish out of water. She wasn't taking in any air, it wasn't passing through her lips, and she was slowly turning blue. Eyes rolled back beneath her closed lids.

Maks Jacobus doesn't waste time. He moves through the room into the kitchen. Both doors are opened, then closed when he realizes they lead to the outside of the building. No basement access that he could see. "Fucking bullshit..." he grunts and pulls his mag light from his pocket. Shit was too dark in here and he didn't want to linger in a place that probably didn't even HAVE a damn basement. He squats down and knocks the butt of the light on the floor. It didn't sound like there was a concrete foundation right below him so he turns and moves back through the living room, going to the enterance way he'd came through previously. As he walks, he depresses the button to turn the flashlight on and aims it for the space beneath the stairwell. Jackpot.

Giovanni Moretti saw the flashlight shining throughout th building. He'd move himself behind one of the pillars. If anyone came down here, they might find themselves with a bullet in their back. He slid his finger over the trigger and waited... sweat now pouring from his brow and into his eyes.

Drew runs toward the abandoned building his hand moving to his firearm as he would push open the door, he knew from the basement and he would start to move down the stairs with his pistol already drawn.. The safety of the child and the woman were at stake.. He was cautious and carefully aiming his gun as he steps down into the full view of the room, noticing the box and the woman over by the to large metal pipe and he notice the man.. " Freeze Hathian Police.. Step away from them and put your hands in the air!" he stares at the man huddled behind the pillar and then up at the other man at the top of the stairs with the flashlight.. and he would key his mic with his free hand " Ocean 26 10-23"

Tre Marjeta stops immediately outside, her face going absolutely pale, this si where Sergei had tried to abort the trips, she wasn't going in there, no way no how. "I'm..staying out here." she says as she bends over, trying to catch her breath, dying for air about now. "His name is Jeebus, I guess he's watching over me and the kids for Rabid" she answers Jake and scowls as she wheezes like an asthmatic

Giovanni Moretti growled. A fucking cop. That's who was upstairs? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! How'd the cops find him? Did they follow him? FUCK! Giovanni stared at the cop, "Don't you come another step fuckin' closer," he said while aiming the pistol towards the box. He was headed out from cover to snatch the baby from it.

Maks Jacobus had no clue what was waiting below, so he heads to the steps. His flashlight beam would be visible bobbing as he approaches and then parepares to descend the steps. "Mali?" he starts to call out, but before he could get anywhere the officer passes him and Maks presses himself against a wall to stop from being ran over. He stays in place atop the steps, paling as he hears the shout. No way was he leaving, but damned if he weas going down those steps with a fucking cop pointing a gun at someone.

Jeebus Crumb looked at the dude that called him Nikka and said "It's Jeebus. Rabid appointed me babysitter." As they approached the loction he pulled his blade flicking it open.

Tre Marjeta pulls out of post order, until Mali and het child are found, not needing to be in this mess, but she will pale as her phone buzzes and it's Stu.."Behind the bakery, in Hathian, Mali and Taja are supposedly here now Stu."

Jake Kuhn grins a small little smile, "Wasn't to long ago I was apointing babysitterrs for Rabid. God he was a little fuck" and turning to the boy that the Aces had been told about he would nod and smile "And your Doobs kid huh. Wanting to grow up and be an Ace..fucking poetic" but his fist would clench loosely going out for Daps all the while he kept his eyes peeled upon the boarded up building.

Drew Noticing the man was armed and he was making a move for the box, he would tense up a moment and narrow his eyes on the man. His light blues on the man watching him move and he would feel he had to shoot to protect the safety of the innocents.. He would focus and use his training to aim down the sights and he would pull the trigge twice in a tight grouping aiming for center mass on the man.. His chest and his heart,trained to shoot to kill as all cops were not to wound, if he was to wound the man he wouldnt be using his fire arm at all.. He would keep his gun trained on the man incase more shots were required.. His steps carefully leading him farther from the stairs his heart pumping so loud he could hear it..

Caine OHanlon holds his hand out and brings his fist to meet with the man's, offering a respectful nod at the end. Old man... Caine knows that no one joins a gang in their old age... so it means this man's been an Ace for a long ass time. His attention shifts over to the others. He's still trying to figure out what the fuck is going on.

Hendrich Andel brings his cruiser to a screeching halt in front of the building where the phone was traced. He would fling the driver's door open to exit the cruiser quickly then slamming the door behind him: "Morpork cover the entrance... Gavilan with me" He says pointing to each officer as he spoke to them jogging toward the door: "Where the fuck is Taov?" He asks looking around quickly for any sign of the third officer as he stood near the lone door in front of the building. Then it would hit him that the officer might have been inside for the radio transmission he sent out before his arrival.

Anthony Gavilan approaches the building and immediately ducks down behind the bumper of the squad car, his sidearm coming out as he hears shots fired from inside the building. He pushes the button on his radio. "Ocean eight, shots fired at Berther Street." He looks up for a moment to make sure it's clear and then runs for the door.

Johnathan Morpork draws his sidearm and moves to cover the entrance

Jeebus Crumb was antsy. He wanted in that building so bad, but his task was outside. He noticed Tre was uncomfortable in this place and moved next to her. The place was swarming with cops so he put the blade away and thought to himself "Another day trusty old friend." He took Tre's hand and pulled her away from the building to the other side of the road making her face him. He spoke softly to her "So when the baby comes out we will get it checked out and everything will be ok. She will grow up to be healthy and happy and never remember all this."

Giovanni Moretti had saw two flashes come from the officer's gun. And almost immediately he felt two thuds punching into his chest - his body beginning to spin, his muscle's tightening and it caused his finger to depress the trigger - the firearm going off and shooting through the cardboard box - passing through it and perhaps punching into Mali should it find it's way into her. And then for Giovanni - he was on his back. He was struggling to breath. So much to the fact that he'd been shot. Gio gurgled on blood, now choking to death... soon a dark haze would cloud his vision and he'd slip into the cold grip of death.

Maks Jacobus could hear the vehicle approaching out front and he starts looking around. His flashlight was still on and weaving through the building, maybe visible from the outside. The shots fired below are a sure fire sign to get the fuck down and Maks pushes away from the stairwell to escape getting shot himself. Man had no shame about self preservation, but he does end up shouting yet again, "Mali! Jesus fucking christ kid!" at the young officer.

Tre Marjeta is tugged over along with Jeebus and is kinda surprised, usually men wanted right in the thick of this shit, and all she wanted was the baby and Mali to come out of there, she's shaking at being so close to this building, having not wanted to return here, ever, the medical setting, the doctor with the implements, and Sergei with the fetal pig squirting it's blood into her mouth, she'd gag at the memory and feel her fingers gripping hard into Jeebus, just nodding like a dipshit ..."uh..checked out..oh god has anyone called for emts??"

Malicious Frakture jerked as the gunshot went right through her right thigh. If she had been a bit more responsive, she would have screamed in pain. She was unconscious now, lungs barely taking in enough air to sustain her life functions. The shot to her thigh, shattered her bone, but the bullet went through and through.

Caine OHanlon notices Stu standng not too far off, and that's when the kid takes a step or two closer to Jake. Yeah, he's making his loyalties known. Aces are more family to the kid than his own blood. Caine loks to the building again, and in his scruffy voice, asks the man next to him, "Wut's goin' on??"

Hendrich Andel reaches down his duty belt with his right hand hearing the gunshots from within the building: "Ah shit!" He says looking toward Anthony raising his left hand holding up three fingers on it. He would then bring each finger down until he had none left up then give Anthony as if telling him to move in. With that, he would throw his right shoulder into the door causing to fly open.

Stu Canning had just arrived at the building -- he saw the cops outside.. and he saw Tre... and as he did two gun shots rang out - and a third. Stu began to charge for the door - he didn't give a fuck. No one had kept Stu in the loop on what was going on... and be damned if anyone was going to stop him. He'd follow right in behind the cops.

Jake Kuhn hears Tre and blinks suprised she is thinking so clear. She must be high on the thought of getting some Kuhn Kawk when she pops. Reaching into his pocket he pulls out his trusty blackberry and makes a call to 911. Thank god he was sober enough to remember the number "Yea, were going to need paramedics to the abandoned building behind the Backery. Shots been fired and they might have Calhern's kids. The pigs are on scene already just some busses."

Anthony Gavilan runs through the door immediately after it's open, rushing left and into what served as a living room, covering it before moving on to the enterance to the hallway, he points his weapon at the man in the stairwell. "Police! don't move!" he says, the man facing away from him.

Johnathan Morpork moves slightly inside the door to keep the door covered and he would keep his weapon trained toward the hallway

Drew watches the suspect go down but in the process his gun discharged as well, he notices the bullet enter the unconcious womans thigh, he would twitch a moment and quickly move forward toward the man and he would come down and kick the mans firearm away from him and toward the corner before bringing his hand down to roll the man over.. Looking at him as he choked out his last breaths, he watched him expire right there by his hand, well his gun.. His light blues were wide in that moment, he was only a kid still after all.. He just stared at him before he brought his gun back up and he pushes it down int his holster again and he turns back quickly realizing the situation.. He would move to lookin the box and then over toward the Naked woman who was in bad shape and he would put pressure on what ever wounds he could with his hand before keying his Mic again " Ocean 26 Need medical assistance " He stated slightly shaky as he was still kinda gathering himself from just killing a guy.. he then pressed his other hand to the wound..

Maks Jacobus was armed, but all the cops would be able to see would be him squatting in the hallway holding a giant mag flashlight. He points it at the stairwell and shouts, "down there! Get her out!" He'd have been pushing up to his feet, trying to work with weak legs now. The cops would have plenty of time to push past his ass before he could even think about trying to get down there himself.

Caine OHanlon jolts as the shots are fired. Hetakes a cue from Jake and runs for cover, but his attention s locked on thebuilding. It's killing him to knw what the fuck is going on in there.

Stu Canning had followed behind the cops - "MALI!! MALI!!" He was frantically screaming loudly, pushing himself past the cop - unless of course he was going to stop him. Stu was more interested in getting to her. He'd seen that picture of her - and he needed to get to her right away.