Your character stumbles onto a subway train. He/she is wearing business attire, but their nose is bleeding, eye is bruised and they're missing a shoe. Write a story about what happened to this person.

Havoc stumbled onto the train just before the doors closed. When he looked up, he made eye contact with one of the tendents in the cart. "Good evening," were the words he found himself saying casually with his charming smile, dispite the blackened eye and bloodied suit that hinted at a fight.

The tendent looked away quickly as Havoc walked into the next cart. This one was empty when he looked around, but he wasn't surprised at this time of night.

"This is the last time I let her get away." He grumbled to himself, pulling out a handkerchief to dab at the blood coming from his nose. "That damned woman."

"That's not any way to speak about a lady." Came a deep voice from the earpiece hidden to the eye.

He rolled his eyes. "Let's remember that I am on a train with a black eye, a bloody nose, and--" he looked down at his feet for the first time, finally noticing his shoeless foot. "The woman took my shoe!"

"So you had your ass handed to you by a lady and, to add insult to your training, she stole your shoe." multiple laughter could be heard on the other end of the earpiece causing steam to come out of his ears.

"Look you--when I get my hands on that woman--"

"You'll sex her and let her go, again." Said a feminine voice this time.

"Jessica, shut it. I am not one to be played with at the moment." he growled out, blinded by his revenge plan to the point of hitting himself in the nose. He cursed at the pain it brought.

"Did you punch yourself? Again?"

Covering his nose with the handkerchief, he spoke with a nasally voice. "No, Jessica, I didn't."

He could hear the eye roll. "What happened out there, bro? You let the lady distract you?" she asked, probably after pushing asside his partner to speak to him.

He heard the distant voice of his colleague saying, "Get your feet off my equipment, damnit!" before a sigh came into the speaker.

He sighed along with his sister. "It was quite by accident, you see."

"Go on." she persisted.

"I'll feel better if I explain it at headquarters." he grumbled out solemnly.

She chuckled. "Home, you mean?"

"Yes, home. I would like to explain it at home where I don't look like a lunatic talking to myself!" he hissed out before turning to the old woman in the other cart who stared at him with wide eyes. He waved with a smile causing the woman to turn away quickly as if she wasn't just staring at the man arguing with himself.

"This is going to be a long train ride." he muttered, leaning his head back on the glass behind him.

"Shoulda took the car." the feminine voice offered nonchalantly.

"Gaa!" he yelled to the ceiling, bringing his hand to his face, forgetting about his nose. When the pain came he cried out again, cursing his sister's name in many languages.

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"You look worse than I imagined."

He entered his home, glaring at the Latina woman he called his sister. "Jessica, I have the patience of a rabid dog right now. Don't. Test. Me." he put emphasis on every word as he looked over his once clean and undisturbed living room.

He walked straight past her to his room, not surprised to see his best friend coming out of his personal bathroom. Havoc paused, looking at his comrad with hostility. "Why do you always find it necessary to use my wash room instead of the one in the hall?"

Ashton smiled, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "Your bathroom is much nicer...?" he offered, making it come out like a question. "You love me, Havoc!" he added quickly before running around him and out the bedroom.

Before he could have a hissy fit, he steered himself to said bathroom, cursing Ashton to the moon and back when the smell assaulted his nostrils.

He didn't even bother to look in the mirror before stripping his attire and taking a long hot shower.

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When he emerged from the steam, he used the towel around his neck to wipe the fog from the mirror. He took in his appearance as he towel-dried his chocolate brown hair.

He was very healthy for a twenty-six year old; his toned caramel colored body was kept in prime condition for his job requirements. He leaned into the mirror to get a closer look at his face.

Bringing a hand up, he touched his tender nose to make sure it wasn't broken. One of his green eyes was swollen shut and already bruising from the attack.

He sighed before leaving the bathroom, the steam streaming into the room.

"So what happened?" Jessica's voice startled him and he turned his head to see that both Jessica and Ashton were on his king-sized bed.

"The fu--get out." Havoc pointed to the door.
His sister and closest friend both raised an eyebrow at his demand.

Ashton spoke first. "We have waited long enough. I want to know what made you fail your mission."

"At least let me get dressed first." He insisted, feeling the familar sensation of being demoralized by his comrads.

"You've already wasted twenty minutes. Tell us what happened." Jessica demanded.

He sighed defeated and moved swiftly to the other side of the bedroom where a chair lay in the corner next to his dresser. He sat, grumbling as he did so.

It was quiet for a minute as they all waited for someone to talk. Jessica groaned in frustration. "Get on with it already before I blacken the other eye!" She gave him a warning look.

He didn't doubt she would suceed in her promise, so instead of arguing he grunted. "I was doing the job. She just happened to be working at a different angle than I was."

Jessica laughed, crossing her long denim-clad legs. "She was after the painting as well?"

He nodded then shot her a pointed look. "You said it would be an easy job."

She held up a hand. "Ah, I actually said 'this will be a quick snatch and grab.' You took it as an 'easy job.'" Jessica rolled her eyes at him, catching Ashton's eye in the process. She leaned back on the pillows, pointing at Ashton. "Ashton was the one who was supposed to find out if the client made deals with other...companies."

Said person glared at her. "That's Agent Fields to you." Ashton sighed. "That was my fault. We've worked with this cilent before and I got to trusting. Besides, Magnolia is just not an agent to work against. That's not our fault, Havoc."

Jessica grabbed something from the side table and rounded the bed to her brother, carefully placing the ice pack on his eye. "Don't worry, you'll get her next time." She cooed mockingly, making fun of the words he says everytime he loses to the great Magnolia Haunt.

Ashton cleared his throat as he got up. "Actually her record is too clean to be able to beat her, Havoc. You might have a better chance getting her to bed then beating her at her best game." His voice got louder as he disappeared down the hallway to where the equipment was set up.

Jessica laughed, easily avoiding Havoc's swing at her. "He is right, you know. Magnolia is the one to beat. And at twenty-three!"

She quickly left the room, closing the door behind her as he threw a nearby shoe in her direction. It bounced off of the door and landed in the center of the room.

Havoc stared at it with his good eye as he held the ice pack up to his bruised face. "I'll get that girl one day." He mumbled to himself, thinking about how the redheaded demon was able to avoid all his moves and kick him in the face, her heel embedding itself into his nose.

He touched the tender skin with his free hand, remembering the short glimpse of black lace he saw under that dark velvet gown during that kick.

"I'll beat you at your game. One day, I promise."

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This was going to be a contest entry, but I missed the deadline so I decided to finish it and post it here! Tell me what you think!

Hope you enjoyed it!

Love always,

♡Jelly♡