Laz paced back and forth for a bit before deciding to talk to his grandpa. Although he didn't know if there was anything that his grandpa could do, it was way better than to keep standing around doing nothing.
After walking outside and locking the door, Laz had a strange feeling walking down the steps. He could still hear the faint noise coming from Joey's place, even if he wasn't focusing on that. Knowing what was happening ant he couldn't ignore it.
If it was before, he would have most certainly did exactly that. Hiding away is easier than confronting sothing, more so when you can apply the 'out of sight, out of mind' principle. The problem now involved Laz himself. These ssed up senses of his made it so that he couldn't ignore things, even if he wanted to.
Sure, powerful strength and superhuman like sight and hearing could be considered aweso, but this also lead to not being able to shut things out like before. If sothing didn't matter, then his mind would allow him to block it off. Because of this, he was still able to sleep at night despite knowing things happening around him.
It was like how you could fall asleep in class, despite the constant noise and such.
But this was different. This was like hearing people sitting right next to you talking about sothing that ant a great deal to you. Even if you didn't want to listen in, you would still listen in subconsciously.
Getting to his grandpa's door, he knocked and stepped back waiting for a reply.
His grandpa wasn't exactly fast getting there to open it, but he wasn't slow either. Laz could hear that he had been sitting down in the living room and probably sleeping.
"Oh Gabe, why did you knock? Did you forget your key again?" His grandpa asked with concern in his eyes.
'SHIT,' Laz thought to himself. Gabriel was his fathers na and if he was being called that, then that ant this was not a good day for his grandpa. He was always told he looked like his dad when he was younger growing up. Since moving here, he knew that it was a pretty accurate assessnt since he was able to see old photos of his dad when he was Laz's age.
"Yeah dad, sorry about that. I just wanted to tell you I was going to go over and play at my buddy's house," Laz responded thinking quickly.
"Ok. Don't be gone too late. We will have dinner when your mom gets ho," Grandpa Crowe smiled, his eyes a little cloudy.
"Right, but dad, don't forget. Mom works late these days and she gets mad if you wait for her to eat. Just set so aside for her so she can eat when she gets ho."
This was the usual way Laz handled things after several bad episodes. Making his grandpa think he would be out, using grandma to convince him to eat and make sure he goes to bed without waiting up was the easiest way to deal with it. Grandpa's mind always shoots back to a ti when Laz's dad was younger and still living with them. Because of this, he would always play the part of a family man. The first ti this happened, Laz didn't know what to do and tried to make his grandpa understand the truth. That just caused his grandpa to have a violent fit and shut down. It was not an experience Laz's likes to rember.
Instead, he finds it easier to play along and try to get his grandpa to go to bed early as he would usually sleep for a good 12 hours and wake up with his mories back in place. When he saw the dinner set aside, he would understand what had happened. Although Laz introduces these thoughts when he makes contact with his grandpa, his grandpa also does a similar thing when he is alone. It's kind of like an auto-pilot. Laz spent a few weeks trying to figure out this pattern.
"Oh, right, right. Thanks for reminding . Alright, you go have so fun with your little friends and just co back before it gets dark." With that, Grandpa Crowe walked over to the kitchen and started pulling out things to cook with.
Laz breathed a quick sigh of relief and turned around to leave. As he was about to close the door, he saw the building's keys hanging on the hook buy the chain lock. As he paused for a mont, his brained started working really fast and before he knew it, he had grabbed them and shut the door.
Looking at the keys in his hands, an idea started forming in his mind. He was dumb, risky, dangerous and completely unpredictable. But it was the best idea he had.
Steeling up his nerves, he walked back upstairs and completely bypassed his own door while walking down the cent walkway all the way to the end before turning and facing number 18. He had never even said more then a few words of greeting to Tony, but now he was about to ask for a lot. He wasn't sure how this would go down, but he had a sowhat indescribable feeling at this mont. As soon as he knocked on this door, he would be walking a path that he had never dread of walking. It would change everything about his life in ways he couldn't imagine.
The door seed quite a bit taller and more stifling as he froze up, doubting himself more and more. The impact it gave him was like, getting married or finding out you were going to be a father. Nothing would be the sa afterwords no matter how much you tried to tell yourself it would be. You can only lie to yourself so much when you don't believe it anyway.
Laz took one more deep breath and having finally cald his nerves, he knocked on the door. The reply was so quick it startled him..
"What do you want kid?" Tony asked, standing there in nothing but a pair of boxers and a rather luxurious fur robe.
"I, uh... I." Laz stuttered, sowhat unable to voice what he wanted to.
"Kid, my ti is expensive and you are wasting it. If you want sothing, tell now or go ho." Tony said, neither warmly nor coldly. Apparently he thought Laz was there for so product and Tony just wanted to get the deal done. He was a businessman at heart and wouldn't turn away a custor, but he also wouldn't waste his ti when there was no business.
"Actually, I'm... here because there is a problem," Laz finally blurted out.
"Problem?" Tony cocked his head and his look went instantly went from a neutral look to a mix of shock and anger.
"Yeah. My grandpa told about the deal between you two so that I would keep out of things that don't concern and not ask questions. Since it was my grandpa, I did what he said," Laz said, gaining more confidence the more he talked.
"But there is a problem and my grandpa's not with it today." Laz figured it was better to get to the point so as not to anger Tony.
"What?" Tony was a straight to the point kind of guy. No need for useless words, just say what needs to be said as fast and short as possible.
"Right. So I just got back from visiting a relative and as I walked past Joey's place downstairs, I noticed there was so strange noises coming out from the bottom of the door. Since I could only here so much I didn't think anything of it but I still was kind of curious so I decided to..."
"Wait, stop. Shut the hell up for a minute. I want you to finish what you are going to say in one sentence." Tony looked down at Laz, clearly annoyed. Just the fact that he didn't go back inside and close the door was giving a lot of respect to the old man that owned the place and let him do whatever he wanted. Tony could have afforded 10 places like this by himself, but he knew that when you wanted to operate a front, it was best to do it on soone else's property. Especially when they sold out pretty cheaply.
"Joey from downstairs kidnapped so woman and he is beating and raping her in his apartnt and I don't know if people are looking for her or if he left clues to lead people here but I don't want police around this place." Laz finally said everything that needed to be said in one sentence.
"Fucking asshole. Get inside now." Tony pulled Laz into the apartnt and shut the door.
"But... I just..." Laz tried to argue and was going to back away but stopped after seeing the look in Tony's face.
"Shut up. We are going to take care of this problem. You and . I ain't doing bitch work and you ain't getting out of this clean. You want to bring a problem, you're going to have to get your hands dirty. This is just business kid, get used to it."
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