[Alvarez] A Night in the South Pacific [NC 17][FIN]
Author: xxxevilgrinxxx (email@example.com )
Title: A Night in the South Pacific
Fandom: Alvarez original (An OMC from “I Can’t Let You Go”)
Pairing: not applicable
Rating: NC17 for violence, murder, gunplay, adult themes. For safety’s sake, this will apply to ALL chapters. There will be no smut in this fic. There will be references, but references only, to rape, murder, mutilation in places throughout the story. There will be no detailed scenes. (I don’t do non-consensual)
Disclaimer: Alvarez and all other characters are my own. I don’t own the state of Texas, or the DEA
Summary:Alvarez is a heck of a character, but how did he get that way? How did a young Mexican-American kid from one of the poorer parts of Texas end up with a love for tiki culture and a collection of Hawaiian shirts? How did he do all that and stay a hard-ass?
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A/N: I don’t usually put all this mess on every chapter, but I believe the subject matter is important enough to express the disclaimer at the beginning of every chapter
Copyright © November 2006 xxxevilgrinxxx
I don’t belong here.
The dancer sways in time with the music blaring from the speakers, a frantic beat that does nothing to inspire lust in me. Her eyes are glazed over and her pupils are dilated; she doesn’t belong here either. Unlike me, she doesn’t have a choice. Girls like her never do and that’s what she is, just a girl.
I look up at her and shut out the catcalls and comments of the drunken men around me and just watch her; not her body but her face. She doesn’t waste the effort to smile; she knows no one else cares about that. Her bleach blonde hair swings behind her, revealing and then covering again a collection of bruises down her back. I try to shut out how she could have been marked that way but I can’t. I can’t blot it out after what I’ve already seen.
I don’t belong here. Her set is over and the music doesn’t so much fade as morph into something else and another girl comes out, the young blond girl disappearing.
Disappearing. She’ll be gone in a week, two weeks at the most. Sent somewhere else, and somewhere else after that. Loaded into vans like cattle and sold to owners that use them and then pass them on. If they’re alive to pass on that is. She has a mother, maybe a sister, a brother, family. She has a name. Somewhere. It doesn’t matter, she’ll disappear. Maybe a line or two in the back pages of some small town newspaper. ‘Have you seen this woman...’ Disappearing.
I throw back the shot of tequila and Carl pours me another, an endless supply of painkiller that never washes it away no matter how much I drink. He had made me a Blue Hawaii when I came in tonight. I didn’t ask for it and I don’t know where the hell he found the recipe. Danno used to ask for them all the time, this was his favorite place, but Carl would never make them. Just told him to fuck off, drink his tequila, and stop being a pain in the ass. He didn’t say a word tonight, just put that drink in front of me and walked away.
It looked out of place here, and it shouldn’t have. The South Pacific Lounge was a tiki bar after all, with all of the memorabilia to prove it. None of that mattered, nothing but tequila had been served here in years, no matter how much that crazy fucker asked for it.
I tucked the small paper umbrella into my pocket and made my way back to the john, eying the back door exits farther along the corridor. First things first. The john is filthy, but I already feel filthy just having been in this place, just at having been touched by any of this. Not done yet, Danno, just one more, and then I can tell my wife it’s safe to come home again, and I can play with my kids and try to make out that none of this ever happened.
I load the clip in the bathroom stall and replace the gun in the holster at the small of my back. Danno’s favorite shirt, deep blue with tropical fish all over it, covers the bulge in the back nicely.
I stare at the face in the mirror as it stares back at me. Everything changed so fast. Just a few days ago I was Agent Gung Ho and now I look more like Agent Don Ho. I haven’t shaved since it happened and every time I look at the mirror all I see is Danno looking back at me. Maybe I can let him rest soon, just one last thing to do, just one more, and then it’s done for me.
Tucking Danno’s shades into my pocket I leave the john, eying the corridor but it’s empty. I slip out the back along the side of the building. Three windows down and then there’s the one that’s barred. Where they keep the girls. The excuse first made was that it kept the girls safe from people outside, but the game had gone on too far and I don’t fall for that bullshit. It was to keep the girls from escaping.
The black van squatted in the shadow of a dumpster and waited. The driver took a deep drag on his cigarette, and I gritted my teeth. One more I’d have to take care of.
I could hear the girl crying even before the door opened, begging for them to please not hurt her anymore, that she would be good, and not to take her anywhere else. I crouched and waited until the two men had her halfway towards the now open back door of the van and the door to the club had slammed behind them before I stepped out of the shadows.
It was the young blond that I had just watched dance not that long ago. My heart twisted when I saw the blood run down her legs, and the cut on her lip. I raised my hands and advanced, playing the dumb drunk for all I was worth.
The girl renewed her struggles when one of the men let her go and stepped towards me. “You’re supposed to be dead…” His stupid brutish face looked confused.
I was supposed to be dead, after all, Danno was supposed to be dead, but I walked now. “This one ain’t for Danno anymore you fuckers. This one’s mine.”
The silencer muffled the gunshot to a faint whift, and I swung the weapon in an arc to shoot the other two men. “This one is for Ramon Alvarez.”
The girl cringed naked in the dirt and mud of the alleyway as I strode towards her and picked her up without missing a beat. She shuddered and pleaded with me but I didn’t have time to explain right now, there was only time to pull her to the car further down the alley and get her in.
I jumped into the drivers side and reached back to find the blanket I kept on the back seat. The kids couldn’t sleep in the car without it. Now it covered the naked and bleeding girl that I had just killed three men to rescue.
“Where do you live?” She was terrified but there wasn’t much I could do about it at the moment.
She stuttered and her breath hitched with a sob. “I don’t….I don’t have any…”
I didn’t think she had a place to live now, that’s how it always happened, that’s how they ended up where they were. “Where did you live before?”
She looked at me with a sort of wonder, still hurt, still terrified, but with the glimmer that what was happening now wasn’t what had happened before. “I lived in Kansas.” Her head hung in shame at how far she had come.
“You’re going home, Miss Kansas. You don’t belong here.”