Post by Lex on Aug 10, 2007 0:30:28 GMT -5
Crack.
He staggered backward, his vision spinning. He backed into a brick wall and stood leaning against it for a time, holding a hand to his bloody mouth, glaring.
“Wipe that look off your face,” his assailant approached. There were two other young men with him, standing back and watching impassively. “You heard what I said the first time I said it. Wallet; now.”
“Dude, he almost looks like he’s gonna cry,” one of them let out a laugh.
-
She shoved her hands into her dark furry coat pockets. Evening brought a chilly breeze up from the ocean and into Dollet. It moved her hair and blushed her nose. Her heels softly clicked over the sidewalk with each step.
-
“I don’t have anything!” the cornered young man growled.
-
She slowed in her tracks, hearing loud harsh voices echoing against nearby walls. Her gaze flicked to the alley from which they came.
-
“Empty your pockets, or we’re going to beat you until you can’t move and empty them ourselves.”
“Do it, then! Hit me again!!” he spat right back. “You think I give a fuck?!”
His head and shoulders jerked forward violently as he took another punch, this time right in the stomach. He fell to his knees, bringing his arms around his abdomen, his mouth open and eyes shut as he struggled to suck air back into his lungs. He coughed and gagged.
-
She arched an eyebrow. ‘Hit me again?’ She resumed walking, this time with full intent on seeing for herself what exactly was going on in that alley.
-
“Excuse me--” And suddenly they were all aware of her presence at the mouth of the dead-ended alley. All but the one on his knees.
“Mind your own god-damn business, tramp.” The one who’d been doing all the bullying barked at her.
Her head cocked, a slightly annoyed look crossing her features. “I don’t know where you learned your manners,” she folded her arms, discreetly sliding one hand into the fold of her coat. “But I guess you didn’t have a very good teacher.” She nodded at their dark-haired victim. “Look at him--do you really believe he’s got anything of value? Just admit it, you're bored.”
One of them pulled a gun and pointed it straight at her. “Since you insist on prying, go ahead and hand over whatever you’ve got, too, bitch.”
She glanced away briefly. This part of town… of course. Her gaze snapped back to the man. Pain. And at that moment he stumbled backwards and collapsed to the ground, shrieking wildly and grabbing at his skin. “Congratulations, moron.” she sneered.
“Holy shit, she has magic!”
Without another moment’s hesitation she slipped a pistol from one of the holsters beneath her coat, made their ‘leader’ her lucky mark, and fired. He took the bullet right through his left eye and out the back of his skull. His body fell backwards and onto the asphalt, silent and limp. She let out a few short laughs.
The remaining man stood before her like a deer in headlights. His friend still writhed in agony on the ground, but he didn’t dare make a move to help. Her laughter quickly died and she trained her gun on him with a smirk. "I gave you time to bolt, tsk tsk.” She fired again. He fell as well. "Dumbass."
The dark-haired young man watched in shocked silence as she approached the suffering thug still under the Pain spell. She was slow and deliberate, just like a predator. He lifted his gaze to her face and watched her fire her gun for the third time, silencing her victim with a smug glare. Her slender arm was stiff as a rod, her small grip on the gun firm. He pushed himself to his feet and dragged the back of his hand across his bloody upper-lip. His eyes met with hers anxiously--fearfully, almost; and he felt the need to take a step back.
She slid her pistol back behind the fold of her large coat, into its holster, and tossed jagged auburn bangs aside with a flick of her head. “So, do you frequent this neighborhood?” She stood at about half a foot shorter than him, but somehow he felt smaller under her stare. “Anyway, it‘s a scummy--”
“I know.” he interrupted. He turned his head aside and spat blood onto the concrete.
“--place.” she finished quietly, stubbornly. She eyed him. This guy seemed to have a lot of bite in him for someone so obviously in need of help. His life probably sucked. “Anyway, my bad, I’m sure you know all about scummy places.” she flashed him a coy smirk.
He looked back at her mutely, not having the slightest clue as to what to say. He hadn’t had many run-ins with girls; he didn’t attend any kind of school, and this neighborhood wasn’t exactly the kind of place for the female gender. Still, of the few he’d had any interaction with, none of them had been like this. They were usually just something hanging around--ornaments. She was definitely different. She commanded his attention, whether he wanted to give it to her or not. She was an intoxicating presence.
“So, you don’t care what happens to you, hmm?” she tilted her head, arching an eyebrow. “You don’t ‘give a fuck?’”
Why was this strange, gun-toting slip of a girl even bothering with him? She seemed to have already shed the contempt she exhibited just moments ago, now taking on a much more airy demeanor. He could feel himself letting his guard down a bit. “I don’t care. I don‘t have anything they could have taken.” He knew that he sounded almost ashamed.
An amused ‘hmph‘ escaped her throat. “Alright then, alley cat. So what’s your name?” She looked up at him, lifting her eyebrows slightly. The full moon at his back softly illuminated her face. Her eyes curved sharply. They were astonishingly bold. The corners of her painted lips lifted into a disarming smile.
He cleared his throat. “Reese.”
She cocked her head. “Well, Reese, my name is Waverly. Nice to meet you, yadda yadda.” she turned and wandered over to where the armed man had fallen and lifted his gun, paused, scoffed at it, and threw it back down. Apparently it wasn’t worth carrying. “Yep, ‘Waverly‘--and I promise it’ll stick. Tonight, you just started caring about what happens to you.”
Reese watched her go through the motions, listening to the confident tone of her voice. He was slightly bewildered and slightly amused.
“Come on, you don’t want to be here when law enforcement arrives. I’ve got some people waiting for me at the dock anyway.” she moved over to him and grabbed his wrist with a smirk. “So how old are you, Reese?” she lead him from the alley and out into the street.
“Seventeen.” he replied, complying to her lead.
She passed him a sideways glance as they paused at the sidewalk to let a car go by.
“Ever heard of the Defenders?”
Random, I know. ^^;
for the curious: "Coepi Obvio" is, roughly, "initial encounter" in Latin.
He staggered backward, his vision spinning. He backed into a brick wall and stood leaning against it for a time, holding a hand to his bloody mouth, glaring.
“Wipe that look off your face,” his assailant approached. There were two other young men with him, standing back and watching impassively. “You heard what I said the first time I said it. Wallet; now.”
“Dude, he almost looks like he’s gonna cry,” one of them let out a laugh.
-
She shoved her hands into her dark furry coat pockets. Evening brought a chilly breeze up from the ocean and into Dollet. It moved her hair and blushed her nose. Her heels softly clicked over the sidewalk with each step.
-
“I don’t have anything!” the cornered young man growled.
-
She slowed in her tracks, hearing loud harsh voices echoing against nearby walls. Her gaze flicked to the alley from which they came.
-
“Empty your pockets, or we’re going to beat you until you can’t move and empty them ourselves.”
“Do it, then! Hit me again!!” he spat right back. “You think I give a fuck?!”
His head and shoulders jerked forward violently as he took another punch, this time right in the stomach. He fell to his knees, bringing his arms around his abdomen, his mouth open and eyes shut as he struggled to suck air back into his lungs. He coughed and gagged.
-
She arched an eyebrow. ‘Hit me again?’ She resumed walking, this time with full intent on seeing for herself what exactly was going on in that alley.
-
“Excuse me--” And suddenly they were all aware of her presence at the mouth of the dead-ended alley. All but the one on his knees.
“Mind your own god-damn business, tramp.” The one who’d been doing all the bullying barked at her.
Her head cocked, a slightly annoyed look crossing her features. “I don’t know where you learned your manners,” she folded her arms, discreetly sliding one hand into the fold of her coat. “But I guess you didn’t have a very good teacher.” She nodded at their dark-haired victim. “Look at him--do you really believe he’s got anything of value? Just admit it, you're bored.”
One of them pulled a gun and pointed it straight at her. “Since you insist on prying, go ahead and hand over whatever you’ve got, too, bitch.”
She glanced away briefly. This part of town… of course. Her gaze snapped back to the man. Pain. And at that moment he stumbled backwards and collapsed to the ground, shrieking wildly and grabbing at his skin. “Congratulations, moron.” she sneered.
“Holy shit, she has magic!”
Without another moment’s hesitation she slipped a pistol from one of the holsters beneath her coat, made their ‘leader’ her lucky mark, and fired. He took the bullet right through his left eye and out the back of his skull. His body fell backwards and onto the asphalt, silent and limp. She let out a few short laughs.
The remaining man stood before her like a deer in headlights. His friend still writhed in agony on the ground, but he didn’t dare make a move to help. Her laughter quickly died and she trained her gun on him with a smirk. "I gave you time to bolt, tsk tsk.” She fired again. He fell as well. "Dumbass."
The dark-haired young man watched in shocked silence as she approached the suffering thug still under the Pain spell. She was slow and deliberate, just like a predator. He lifted his gaze to her face and watched her fire her gun for the third time, silencing her victim with a smug glare. Her slender arm was stiff as a rod, her small grip on the gun firm. He pushed himself to his feet and dragged the back of his hand across his bloody upper-lip. His eyes met with hers anxiously--fearfully, almost; and he felt the need to take a step back.
She slid her pistol back behind the fold of her large coat, into its holster, and tossed jagged auburn bangs aside with a flick of her head. “So, do you frequent this neighborhood?” She stood at about half a foot shorter than him, but somehow he felt smaller under her stare. “Anyway, it‘s a scummy--”
“I know.” he interrupted. He turned his head aside and spat blood onto the concrete.
“--place.” she finished quietly, stubbornly. She eyed him. This guy seemed to have a lot of bite in him for someone so obviously in need of help. His life probably sucked. “Anyway, my bad, I’m sure you know all about scummy places.” she flashed him a coy smirk.
He looked back at her mutely, not having the slightest clue as to what to say. He hadn’t had many run-ins with girls; he didn’t attend any kind of school, and this neighborhood wasn’t exactly the kind of place for the female gender. Still, of the few he’d had any interaction with, none of them had been like this. They were usually just something hanging around--ornaments. She was definitely different. She commanded his attention, whether he wanted to give it to her or not. She was an intoxicating presence.
“So, you don’t care what happens to you, hmm?” she tilted her head, arching an eyebrow. “You don’t ‘give a fuck?’”
Why was this strange, gun-toting slip of a girl even bothering with him? She seemed to have already shed the contempt she exhibited just moments ago, now taking on a much more airy demeanor. He could feel himself letting his guard down a bit. “I don’t care. I don‘t have anything they could have taken.” He knew that he sounded almost ashamed.
An amused ‘hmph‘ escaped her throat. “Alright then, alley cat. So what’s your name?” She looked up at him, lifting her eyebrows slightly. The full moon at his back softly illuminated her face. Her eyes curved sharply. They were astonishingly bold. The corners of her painted lips lifted into a disarming smile.
He cleared his throat. “Reese.”
She cocked her head. “Well, Reese, my name is Waverly. Nice to meet you, yadda yadda.” she turned and wandered over to where the armed man had fallen and lifted his gun, paused, scoffed at it, and threw it back down. Apparently it wasn’t worth carrying. “Yep, ‘Waverly‘--and I promise it’ll stick. Tonight, you just started caring about what happens to you.”
Reese watched her go through the motions, listening to the confident tone of her voice. He was slightly bewildered and slightly amused.
“Come on, you don’t want to be here when law enforcement arrives. I’ve got some people waiting for me at the dock anyway.” she moved over to him and grabbed his wrist with a smirk. “So how old are you, Reese?” she lead him from the alley and out into the street.
“Seventeen.” he replied, complying to her lead.
She passed him a sideways glance as they paused at the sidewalk to let a car go by.
“Ever heard of the Defenders?”
Random, I know. ^^;
for the curious: "Coepi Obvio" is, roughly, "initial encounter" in Latin.
*smacks Stardust* THIS IS CUTE!! XD I like this!!! ^.^ Hahah Reese wasn't attracted to her for nothing afterall. *_*