Marvel: Impregnation System
Chapter 4: Unexpected Find In A Dumpster Dive

Chapter 4: Chapter 4: Unexpected Find In A Dumpster Dive

*Cough*

*Cough*

"H-Help~" The man weakly whispered, his bloodshot eyes conveying a murderous gaze as he stared at Ricky.

Frowning, Ricky didn't like the way this guy was staring at him and promptly pulled his money clip out of his suit pocket.

"No way, you're a dead man walking-"

"HEY I THINK I HEAR SOMEONE THERE, HE COULD BE WORKING WITH LUCKY!" A shout sounded as Ricky froze while jerking his head to the right.

"Sh*t-"

"Wait." The man named Lucky grabbed onto Ricky's wrist as the kid motion was immediately pulled back as he grit his teeth.

"Let go of me-"

"20,000, if you get me out of here I'll make you and Benjamin the best of friends." Lucky struggled to get out the words while coughing up blood.

Ricky shook his head until he heard the number which caused his inner money grubber to unleash upon his body,

'Leave Ricky it's not worth it-"

"Do you have a gun or something?!?!?!?!" Ricky asked while betraying his own subconsciousness without hesitation at the opportunity of gaining that much money.

"In my back-"

*COUGH*

Lucky couldn't finish before he coughed up another mouthful of blood though Ricky didn't need him as he found the old revolver after flipping him to his side.

"THERE HE IS-"

*BANG*

*BANG*

*BANG*

Three shots were fired from Ricky's revolver as they aimed at the cops, one of the poorly aimed bullets miraculously hitting a cop in the stomach.

"I'm so f*cked." Ricky cursed at himself while pulling the profusely bleeding Luck out and behind the dumpster.

"I just shot a cop because of you, I swear to god you better not scam me!" Ricky yelled, ridiculing the man who was bleeding out for not swindling him.

Being more concerned with getting his money than shooting an actual cop in the stomach since Ricky's moral's weren't all too high when it came to money, which says a lot.

*BANG*

*BANG*

*BANG*

*BANG*

"SAMMY'S DOWN!" A cop roared while firing four shots at the dumpster that Ricky was hiding behind.

"Oh geez, it's bad Albert!" Another cop shouted while pulling the bleeding Sammy to the side.

Ricky, hearing this, looked at the broken piece of glass reflecting behind him as his heart beat to the sound of drum solo while gritting his teeth.

'Come on Ricky, it's too late to go back now.' Ricky was trying not to psyche himself out, gripping the shaking pistol in his hand and taking a deep breath.

Ricky wasn't a murderer but an opportunist and despite his morally questionable nature, he couldn't ignore the lure of a huge sum.

So, he made the dubious decision to stand his ground which forever change the course of his destiny.

*BANG*

*BANG*

*BANG*

"ARGH!"

Ricky fired three more shots as the first two missed before the last bullet ripped through the cop's arm which was pulling Sammy away.

"NICKY!" Albert screamed as Nicky fell to the ground while covering his arm before looking down at the dumpster.

Albert's eyes were full of rage as he gripped the pistol while steeling his heart enough to rush at the bastard who did this to his friends.

"I'm so sorry Dolly." Sammy whimpered as a bucket of cold water was suddenly poured on Albert.

Gazing to the side to see his partner become increasingly pale by every second he wasn't receiving medical treatment.

Albert looked at the dumpster for a second before rushing to his partner while pulling him out of the live fire and once he did, Ricky made his move.

Ricky rotated the gun in his hand, turning it so that he held the hot muzzle and wincing slightly upon doing so. Before wounding up his arm before thrusting it down on the doorknob.

*BAM*

*DINK*

The door knob that was locked moments ago was now fully removed from the door causing Ricky to be able to open it as he grabbed Lucky's collar.

Albert watched with gritted teeth while dragging Sammy to the cop car while Nicky hurriedly followed him while holding his arm.

"Albert they're getting away-"

"SHUT UP AND GET IN!" Albert reprimanded Nicky with a furious expression, closing the door behind Sammy before rushing into the cop car.

'I swear I'll kill whoever helped Lucky Luciano, I SWEAR I'LL KILL HIM!' Albert swore in his heart as his hands tightened around the steering wheel before he slammed his foot on the gas.

Ricky pulled Lucky into the building, which was an abandoned kitchen. Once he saw the cops leave, he rushed to Lucky's side.

Pulling apart his button shirt, Ricky saw the wounds caused by the bullet which streamed blood down his chest.

Luckily, one of the wounds was merely a graze, though the other one looked to have hit his stomach.

"Lucky, right?" Ricky rushed over to the rusted stoves before turning the knobs until blue flames appeared on one of them.

"That's-"

*COUGH*

*COUGH*

"That's what they call me." Lucky showed a bright smile which was contrary to his pale face.

"Listen, you're gonna bleed out before I can get you help so we have to improvise." Ricky said as he grabbed a metal rod and placed it above the blue flames.

Ricky didn't know jack sh*t about medicine nor did he know if this would help however this was the only option he could think of.

The blood was pouring out of Lucky, and even the inexperienced Ricky could tell that he was about to die before he could get him any help.

'It works in movies so it should work here.' Ricky's logic was crazy, yet his determination to make twenty grand was resolute.

Lucky grimaced, sensing what this kid wanted to do but before he could protest, he looked down at the blood pouring out of his body.

"Looks like this is the end of Ol' Charles 'Lucky' Luciano." Lucky rested his head on the dirty floor while his smile morphed into a self deprecating one.

"You're not dying until I get paid!" Ricky encouraged in his own way with Lucky letting out a dry laugh which made him grimace in pain.

Rushing over to Lucky, he held up the burning rod which illuminated a hot orange color as he hovered it over the bleeding wound.

"You ready?" Ricky asked hesitantly, not even knowing if this would work as a cold sweat started dripping from Lucky's face while gazing at the red hot metal pipe.

"Do it-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Lucky took two quick, deep breaths before giving his permission, then let out a screeching roar.

The searing of his flesh caused his nervous system to scream in agony, waves of pain crashing into Lucky's consciousness as his eyes rolled back.

Eventually, the pain became too unbearable, and Lucky went limp from overexertion.

However Ricky kept searing his flesh until the bleeding stopped, then took the rod off to reveal a scorching third-degree burn on Lucky's stomach, but the bleeding had stopped.

Without skipping a beat, he started wrapping the graze with Lucky's suit jacket, tearing it to make a makeshift bandage.

'C'mon, I swear in 90210 they did it like this.' Ricky thought while wrapping the wound until he was satisfied.

Biting his lip, he looked around before rushing back into the alley, searching for anything to help pull Lucky's body.

"YES!" Ricky fist-pumped after spotting a little red wagon as he grabbed it and ran to the dumpster, where he found some dirtied rags.

Ricky grabbed as many as he could hold and rushed back inside, sliding to Lucky's side.

"Hey! Hey! Wake up!" Ricky tapped on Lucky's cheek repeatedly as the sound of sirens echoed in the distance, making the already anxious Ricky a little panicked.

*Slap*

*Slap*

"Where do I bring you! Hey Lucky! WAKE UP!" Ricky, in a slightly panicked state, asked the half dead Lucky while slapping the cheek that didn't have little pieces of glass in it as Lucky started moaning.

"Italiano's~" Lucky groaned before falling back into a pain induced sleep as Ricky nodded his head.

"Italiano's got it." Ricky muttered to himself while lifting up the bottom of his arms before trying to hoist him onto the red wagon.

The child version of Ricky struggled, his strength barely above that of the average child his age. However, he finally managed to get Lucky onto the wagon.

Ricky covered and wrapped Lucky's body with the countless rags before pulling him out of the abandoned building.

The cop sirens were blaring as Ricky lugged the red wagon along the street, pedestrians passing him without the slightest suspicion.

It wasn't uncommon for these adults to see kids pulling wagons, as they were used to the shenanigans that happened in Brooklyn.

"Excuse me sir, do you mind if I ask you a question?" Ricky asked after lugging the red wagon a little ways away from the building as a slightly fat man with a huge beard nodded his head.

"What do ya need skipper?" The man asked with a smile as Ricky also put on a genuine smile.

"Do you know where Italiano's is?" Ricky asked as the man started curiously stroking his beard.

"Hmmmmmmm, let's see." The man started thinking hard while continuing to stroke his beard.

"Ah I know, it's around three blocks down and after you reach the rusted stop sign, you're gonna want to take a left before-" The man continued, explaining as Ricky tried his best to keep up before the man eventually stopped.

"Anything else?" The man tilted his head but RIcky shook his head.

"Nope, thank you mister!" Ricky showed a toothy smile as the man also felt satisfied with this younglings attitude.

"Have a blessed day ya hear!" The man nodded before happily continuing his walk as Ricky lugged the wagon down the block.

30 minutes later,

Ricky eventually reached the front of Italiano's though didn't even stop when he saw the closed sign as he tried to open the door.

However the door wouldn't budge as Ricky frowned before reaching into the rags and grabbing the butt of the gun.

*CRASH*

The glass of the door crashed onto the ground as Ricky reached his hand through the door before hovering his little hand before the old fashioned lock.

The door unlocked as Ricky pulled the wagon into the store before his ears picked up the scampering of feet.

*BAM*

"YA GOT A DEATH WI-a kid?" A man with slicked back hair yelled while wearing a wife beater though stopped once he saw a random kid.

"Do you know this kid, Frank?" A skinny guy asked though Frank shook his head.

"Never seen this rugrat in my life-LUCKY!" Antoiono couldn't finish as Ricky didn't wait to introduce himself before revealing Lucky.

"I found your friend and helped him escape from the cops." Ricky gestured as Antiono ran without a regard for Ricky's existence.

"HE'S STILL BREATHING! GO GET MEYER, RIGHT F*CKING NOW!" Frank ordered as the skinny man known as Meyer flinched but rushed out of the little place.

Frank looked at Lucky's body before flinching upon seeing the horrid burn before jerking his head to the right to the unperturbed Ricky.

"Explain, kid."