Seeping was the most peaceful activity that he could do. It was the only time he could do something that someone didn't tell him to do. Everything else he had done, other than run from the first town, he was told by someone else to do. John was just following others because, at the moment, he didn't know what to do.
But almost as fast as he fell asleep, he was woken up. "HEY!" Albert shouted at John. "Get your ass up! I have a job for you!" He got up as Albert started to leave the room. "God, why do you have to sleep so long?" Then Albert left. He hadn't even told John his targets. But it was like he didn't have to because, as he turned his head, that same type of paper was on top of his case.
He picked up the paper and, as before, it had two names on it. The other two names from the previous night he didn't really care about, they were going to be dead anyway, but these two names really stuck to him for some reason. Tom Moore, and Vincent Williams, the combined address of both was a steampunk business that John had passed on his way back to the bar.
John got up and moved the spider jar and the potion off his case, then put it on the bed. He opened the case to the darker clothing. He changed into it, then put together his rifle. He headed back outside his room to room one. John exited to the roof and started to go to the place. It wasn't far, just about two streets down. So, after about 30 minutes, he was there. It wasn't a big steampunking shop. If anything it looked like a run down family diner.
John let down a rope off the side of the building then hopped down. Now he was on ground level with the shop. And yes, usually falling from a building would hurt, and it did. But the pain was so mediocre it was like he got up too quickly. 'The store's small, and they are most likely both here. Well, I hope so.' John entered the shop, trying not to make any noise.
Once he was fully inside the smell of oil became very pungent, and pipes leaking the stuff were everywhere. It was like he was in an ocean full of it. John pulled up his scarf to hide the smell, and went further in the shop. Now the sounds of steam and turning gears were as loud as how strong the smells were. Each and every footstep John took seemed to let out more steam out of the running pipeline.
John eventually saw two shadowy figures through a foggy window, which he could only assume was a back room. John walked forward to get a better look at the people. They seemed to be cooking something on what he could see was a stove. He took out his rifle. 'Please don't move, please don't move.' Both of the figures ducked before he shot. But a shot did ring out. It didn't come from John though. Through the steam, several different officers started shooting. John went to hide.
He hid behind a group of pipes, and put away his rifle through the pain. The first bullet had pierced John's side, stabbing through his skin. He had to make it out of there, and quickly. He went to switch positions, but he was shot at almost immediately. John did make it to the other side though. The officers exited their positions, making their way to John. He jumped back to the door, he was about to open it but was stopped by more shots. But the officers seemed to be reloading so he made it out of the building.
"GET BACK HERE!" John heard one of the officers shout behind him. It seemed to be his brother's voice, but that wasn't important. He ran into one of the alleys beside the building. John went up one of the pipelines that had no steam which made him able to climb up it peacefully. He walked over to the edge of the building. He examined every alley he could to find a way to escape. But before he started leaving he heard something. "I knew it. They were after all of us. Dammit, why didn't the rest believe us? Come Vincent, let's get out of here!"
John looked over to where the voices were coming from. He saw a tall looking old man running out of the opposite alley way and another man that looked barely younger than himself. "Mr.Moore, it will be fine, just send them a letter." The younger man pleaded. These were both of his targets, he had a chance. He ran over to the corner where he could get a better shot and took out his rifle.
He shot at the older man. The older man then fell to the ground, dead. The younger man looking terrified tried to run the other way. But John jumped out infront of him. Maybe it was the light, or the fact he was losing blood. But the man in front of him looked younger, maybe 17. But the police came out into this same alley. "THERE HE IS!" They shouted, and started shooting. Both John and Vincent jumped out of the way.
They landed back inside the shop, as they had jumped right into the back door. John grabbed VIncent by the arm and started running with him. "HEY LET ME GO!" Vincent yelled, trying to free himself from John. "Shut up and come with me." They both left out the shop's front door again, and back onto the opposite building by the rope.
They started running back to the bar but Vincent stopped. "Why are you taking me with you? Just kill me now." He said between huffs. "No, I won't kill you. Actually-" He thought for a moment. "I need you." Vincent looked confused. "Just come with me." John finally said before, they started going to the bar again.
They eventually made it to the bar, but he saw cop carriages in front of the bar. "If you don't want to die, be quiet." He said to Vincent, who nodded in reply. They headed down the stairs and went to John's room. "Stay in here." He said as he changed into a black shirt and dress pants, that were actually clean. "O-ok?" Vincent said before John left and shut the door.
He walked down the steps to Luis. "Ah, I was just about to come and get you." He said as they both headed down the stairs. "If I remember correctly, we never gave our names." John said dumbly. "I believe we haven't, My name is Charles." He said, letting out his hand. "John." He said quickly, before shaking 'Charles' hand. 'Did I really mistake him for Luis? No, impossible! He has to be. They have everything the same, including mannerisms.'
"You know how that murder happened?" 'Charles' asked, breaking John from his thoughts. "Oh- yes,yes I do." He said, trying to snap back into reality. "Well we found another body, and a note left by the first victim." John moved his hands in a motion for him to continue. "It said that a shop owner was going to be attacked. And he was, earlier we caught him off guard." He said pulling out his gun. "Well anyway I'll be going now." John nodded his head and went back up the stairs.
He made it to his room. He touched the door knob. Then everything went dark. And he heard a loud thud. Then a door open, and someone shout.