Cold Days [Open](FINISHED)

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As the kids old employer pulled up to pick him up, Jackie was glad to see he'd been serious about working solely for the Franchetti's now. After the kid told the folks in the car that he didn't work for them anymore, Jackie slowly walked towards the car, allowing more Darklings to form at his feet with each step.

"So, if what Darel says is right... Youse guys must be competition... Boys, make sure you treat 'em right." As he spoke calmly, all of the Darklings surrounding Jackie leaped into the car, and tore the people inside to shreds, leaving behind no traces of their existence."Alight, Darel... Here's whats gonna happen now... Butcher's gonna come 'round back, take of yer old employers, and then you and Pancho."

Leading the young man away from the car, Jackie pointed to a tall, Puerto Rican man, surrounded in tattoos and having a visible Uzi holstered in his belt."That's Pancho, remember, anythin' he says you do, unless it hurts civilians or the family... He turns on the family, you kill him, Darel."

"Aww, Boss... I thought we got to kill all the traitors? I mean... Who's saying this shit, making us secondary? Look at us... We're fuckin' awesome, boss... Give us some more screentime?" One of the larger Darklings rumbled from behind Jackie. They just seemed incapable of keeping quiet.

Removing the Darkness armor, Jackie walked towards where he'd had Butcher and the boys waiting, where he was greeted by his oldest friends."Jackie,man... Guess things are done with that Russian family, then? Great, they workin' fer us, then?"

"Nah, Butcher, they ain't workin' for no one... Darel here killed 'em before I showed up... But he's good, now, gonna work DC for us, him and Pancho."

"Oh yeah?" Turning to Darel, Butcher patted him on the shoulder blade a few times. "Welcome to the family, Pal... Jackie, he always makes good choices. You're gonna like it here, I guarantee it!"

[Darel N. Franchetti]

Darel listened to the screams of his former employees, not that he cared, Darel was barely capable of caring. They made sure to that so he wouldn't care. This was his new life one that is confusing but he will try and deal with it. "Actors in place, all things seem right for the transition. Script memorized..." Darel said as he goes into "stage" mode. It was bound to happen through out all the excitement and changes.

Looking at Butcher his eyes twitch as the other touched him, Darel barely knew the guy at least he didn't review the other's past. Thankfully. Good thing he learned to control his powers partially. "I don't like many things I doubt I'll start to like a certain place more than another." he said looking down.

"So let us go on with the scene change shall we! This darkness is starting to annoy the audience, this type of constant will bore them quickly. Where will I be living?" he said tilting his head and having his hands outstretched. Fake excitement runnign through him at the moment he was channeling emotions from someone else to pull this off. It was how he lived channeling other people's emotions and never feeling any of his own.

If only he knew what it meant for his life to actually sucked. But this new world couldn't be any different from his old world. He would still be a tool right? Right?

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"You? You'll be livin' here... In the Mikhallovich's old mansion... Consider it a gift, for helping get them under control. Pancho will live on the premises, too, actin' like somethin' of an assistant for ya, like I said. He's a good guy, handles things well." The kid seemed interested in moving forward with everything, and that suited Jackie just fine.

"Butcher, I'ma need you and your boys ta take care of the Russians, you know how we don't like to leave no messes. Causes problems we don't need." As Butcher nodded in acknowledgement of what Jackie had said, Jackie turned back to Darel.

"As for the darkness... Well, I never grow tired of it... Leaves me feeling pretty damn good, ya dig? At any rate, we handle anything you could want... Here in DC, we mostly handle gamblin' operations, every bookie, enforcer, and loan shark in this city, works for us. In New York, we do have our hands dipped in prostitution, but, we don't force no one to do nothin'. We run 'em in brothels, not on the streets, and we treat 'em right. Anyone tries to run things differently, I want ya to take out, ya understand all this, Darel?" If this kid followed the rules, and kept thing running smoothly, Jackie knew he'd be able to make Uncle Frankie seem like a low life thug who had never understood the business...

[Darel N. Franchetti]

Staring at the mansion Darel found a slight interest in this place, it looked well aged. Having other people live along side him is also great news. Darel has never actually lived alone his life. In pain, yes, but never alone it was one of his greater fears. "That because you are connected with it." Darel said before he started to walk, "I understand all that..." his eyes narrowed a bit out of sight at the thought of prostitution.

A life Darel once lived not to pleasing on his end, but if they would sell their own bodies. Who is he to stop them? No one, still with another name he was nothing, still a tool how he liked it.