Post by Clara Winslow on Jun 14, 2018 20:03:43 GMT
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Clara wiped her hair out of her face, she smiled down at the two men tied down onto the thick steel chairs used mainly for a useless display on the seventh floor. She put them both in a large office with a massive oak table the bastards just left behind. Normally she didn’t go out of her way to lure GADEM agents to her, even if it was only to get them off a young mutant’s back running from the shady government organization. She set the set of knives onto the dusty table, a gun tucked into her waistband and a thick chain wrapped around her small palm. She turned around, her hair tucked into a thin elastic and her leather jacket slung over the extra chair tucked under the old desk.
“Okay boys, let’s set a few rules. Number one, for God’s sake you already got your asses handed to you by a twenty-two-year-old girl, yelling isn’t gonna do you any good so no yelling. Number two, try not to argue too much, I have no problem slicing and dicing all the pointy bits that make you dicks. Number three, just don’t fucking lie.” Clara leaned towards the bald asshole with a barren glare, she pressed the lightly into his tied down palm, he groaned painfully as she ripped the duct tape from his lips.
Clara sighed annoyed wiping at the abrupt ball of spit flinging into her cheek, she thought she might as well make him an example. “wrong move pal”, she shoved the knife into his chest with enough force to dig her palm against the skin covering his ribs. She saw the through the façade of calm anger on his friend’s face, Clara dug the knife from his partner and shoved it into his thigh. She saw the strain in his gaze as he fought against the pain.
“Word on the street is you took almost five mutants to a covert facility in the past two weeks. I want to know where the facility is? You can die quick or you can die slow? Don’t make me waste the rest of both our nights”, her tone was serious, not an ounce of remorse in her gaze. They took her father from her, a good man, a mutant who never did any harm to his kind or any other.
“Go to hell!” those were the first words that slipped through the painful ripping of the duct tape. She sighed rubbing a hand through her hair, a low melody tore to life in her pocket. she stepped back to shut down the alarm blaring over her phone’s speaker. “shit!”, she dialed Marty’s number on her phone tapping impatiently with her foot as she waited for him to answer.
“Hey charmer”, her tone grew happy and lively, the truer, sincere side of her burning through the joyful glint to her gaze. She watched the time tick by on the leather watch over her wrist, her mind was racing at the thought of being late. Clara hadn’t told him about her less than legal endeavors and she was already donning the crimson stain on her palms that took more than enough effort to clean up.
“I might run a little late tonight, I just need to wrap up a few things with Tiffany. See you as soon as I finish up here, save me some pizza alright”, she smiled, for a moment she didn’t look like a ruthless killer with literal blood on her hands but a young girl lovestruck. The shuffle she heard forced her finger to end the call even if she didn’t mean to, she turned just in time to feel the impact of the large GADEM operative slamming her back into the low edge of the table.
It was easy knocking the knife from his hand seconds after he nicked the slightly exposed skin on her hip, a thin layer of blood trickled over her porcelain skin but she wasn’t strong enough to fend off his large grabby hands.
Her oxygen cut short and she felt the painful thud of a bruise already touching the skin of her lower back, the last thing she needed was two bruises on her neck she couldn’t explain. Clara reached back and grasped the gun before firing off two shots into the thick of his gut, he stumbled back painfully before she lifted the gun and took a single shot to his cranium.
Clara gasped for air watching the asshole fall down, dead as he could be. She shook her head, tossed her weapons into a duffel and left the aftermath of her assault like nothing ever happened. The building was set to be demolished the next morning anyway, evidence of her wrongdoings would be scattered and useless. She slipped into the driver seat of her old man’s old Chevy Impala, after tossing the weapons under a secret compartment under the passenger seat nonetheless.
Clara had to stop by a dingy motel, pay for a room only to spend ten minutes cleaning off the blood and dirt, she didn’t need Marty to see her like this, not ever. He didn’t need to know about the dark shadowy persona she adopted to avenge her father and protect the mutants under GADEM’s terrifying grasp. It didn’t take long for her to adopt a carefree nonchalance in front of his front door, “so I’m late. Like really late and I’m extra sorry”, to anyone seeing the absolute happy grin on the young girl’s face she’d be the personification of any other normal young adult. She didn’t carry the marks of a killer or an almost avenging angel, instead she was staring up at the dorky salesman she fell in love with against all her better judgement. She never wanted to put him in danger because of what she did but as much as she knew he’d be safe without her she couldn’t bring herself to leave him. He was the good in the world, an anchor to her humanity.
And if you're still breathing
you're the lucky ones. cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Post by Marty Mckenna on Jun 14, 2018 21:05:12 GMT
Marty was standing there on the showroom floor. "Well, this two piece living room set would go great with shag carpet." Shag carpet??!?!? Are you kidding me? These people don't have style. They should really be shopping on craiglist. That reminds me I have to get on craiglist and sell my DS. Wanting to sell a DS slightly used. As long as they consider a huge crack slightly used.....
Marty was off in his head nodding and smiling at the customer; who thought he was listening. He was going over the things he had to get done later in the evening. It was so boring. He knew he wasn't going to make this sale. No one buys this stuff. He worked on commission and he was so damned nice that he could never pressure anyone into buying anything. He was the worst saleman in the store.
He did sell a lamp earlier today. What is 5% commission on $30? Oh brother. He was going to be living in the poorhouse until the landlord evicted him for lack of paymant. Marty smiled. "And do you think Red goes good with this dresser?" The man asked. Marty was off on another planet. He was thinking about tonight now. Clara. She's so wonderful. She really needs to just move in already. Dinner at my place sounded fun a year ago, now it's just beginning to seem like she'll never move in. Maybe I should pressure her. Use my salesman tactics on her and convince her moving in is the right choice. Don't be stupid. You couldn't sell lollipops dipped in crack to an overactive toddler.
Marty was smiling. He wanted to face palm. Not just face palm but face palm his hand right through his head. Just then his phone rang. "Excuse me one second." Marty said raising a finger to a chatty couple of no buyers. He looked at the phone. He saw the picture of Clara on his screen making a silly face. He rolled his eyes and smiled at the memory of that day and answered. "HEEEEEEY SNUGGLE BUNNY!!!!!" His voice was worbley and cracking and a little too loud, but he was always so full of energy.
"Oh, you're going to be late? How late? Like pay the prostitues for another full hour late? Oooor rush them out the door because you're only five minutes away?" He smiled. He thought he was being cute, and maybe he was. She understood his sarcasm and his stupid jokes. "Save you some pizza? Pssh I'm not paying for shit! When you got buns like mine you don't pay for your meals."
He was going to say he was joking but the call ended abruptly. He stared at his phone in disbelief and blinked a few times. "But my buns are nice...." He moaned and whined. He slipped the phone back into his pocket and headed back to find his customers had moved on without him. It was just as well his shift was over in three minutes. Finishing up the last of his responsibilities he quickly clocked out and headed to Little Nero's Pizza shop.
Two Pineapple and onion pizzas MMMmmm.. And a plain pepporoni for his less than adventurous girlfriend. There was a new season of the walking dead on Netflix. It was just going to be him her and a little romantic zombie action and of course....The nom-ability of delicious pizza. Pulling into the driveway he closed the door and didn't bother to lock it. No one wanted to steal his car. In fact, if someone stole it from him; he very much doubt he would go through the effort of stealing it back.
He balanced the pizzas in one hand and walked up the steps to his home. A little house in Manhatten. The fact that he could afford it was strictly based on his wealthy and giving parents, but he was trying to make it on his own two feet. Marty slipped the key in the door and pushed it open. He was warmly greeted by a cat shit right in front of the door. He hadn't had time to give out morning treats to his cat like he usually did and Sargent Fuzzyboots did not approve of his shit. Marty set the food down and cleaned up the mess.
Everything had to be perfect. It was going to be a special night. It was the first night in almost a week since their scheduals allowed them to spend any time together. He looked around the room. There was empty fast food wrappers littering the floor and dirty laundry strewn all about. The lamp shade on his lamp was slightly tilted and not a thing in the room looked remotely clean.
Looking around the room with his hands on his hips Marty sighed. "Ah, perfect." He plopped on the couch and started on the first box of pizza. He wasn't sure how late, late meant, but since he was alone and no one was here yet he turned on Sex in the City and watched his secret obsession. He had to find out if Miranda was really in love with Mr. Big of if it was all just an act.
Last Edit: Jun 14, 2018 21:10:50 GMT by Marty Mckenna
Post by Clara Winslow on Jun 14, 2018 21:46:21 GMT
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Clara stepped up to his front door, slightly out of breath from her quick sprint from the car, her hair looked a little more unkempt as usual and she felt the odd painful tug of her back. She’d been thinking the whole ride of another dumb lie to cover up the odd scrapes and bruises, she felt guilty to some degree for keeping something so important from him but he was a sweet guy with good intentions, she couldn’t bring him into a world with blood and gore and death around every corner. It was her burden to bear and hers only, at least she got a taste of normalcy with him. she learnt how to laugh without the awful façade of fake interest, she saw more beauty in the world and she absolutely adored his dorky behavior at times. Even the times she rolled her eyes she found herself secretly admiring the dumb jokes and dorky habits.
Her fingers curled softly and knocked on the door with a happy grin, when he didn’t come she opted to open the unlocked door, partly because of paranoia for his safety but also because of an impatient drive to see him after the long day she had. Her back hurt like a bitch, she still felt a dry cough in the pit of her throat from being choked, still, she was glad for the barely visible marks around her neck. For caution though, she slung an old beige scarf around her around her neck before she left the confines of the car.
“Sex and the city huh?”, she tiptoed to the cough, leaned over and whispered in his ear with a playful tone. She felt like she knew him well but he still found ways to make her smile, new things that didn’t make her cringe or angry but an endless supply of him just making her absolutely happy. Clara turned around to the soft greetings from a furry little fella she adored, she reached down to pet the furry guy with a soft smile. “Hey handsome, missed you too”, Clara felt herself swallow the painful groan of extending her back. “He didn’t give you treats did he?”, she could see that grumpy old scowl on Sargent Fuxxyboots’ face, “I’ll kick his ass later okay”. She felt the soft pressure of the fur ball rubbing against her leg before slipping deeper into the house to do God knows what in retaliation.
She leaned in to touch a tender kiss to his cheek with a quick wink, “so I’m late, like really late and I’m extra sorry”. She hoped the small pout and feigned look of innocence would be enough to buy him over, God knows she didn’t have it in her to force another lie. She knew they hardly had time to get together the last week but it was hard with GADEM growing bigger balls by the day. Still, it felt like she’d gotten nowhere fast. Every lead turned into a dead end and another dead agent at her feet. It was hard for her to understand how she deserved someone as wonderful and charming as him but she considered herself very lucky.
“You didn’t touch my pizza did you?”, she lifted a brow with a dark glare at the pizza boxed and a suspicious glance to him. “Cause I’m not above killing for some pepperoni”, she found herself laughing a little too much at the irony of her words. The one person she’d never kill was the idiot she grew to love, he was a dork but he was her dork. It was a refreshing taste from the strenuous conversations and endless gun shots she faced every second day. It was the reason she hadn’t moved in yet, hell, she spent more time at his place than she did at her own. Still, she wasn’t sure she could hide it from him if they lived together, he’d stumble over her weapons eventually or she’d come home all bloody and beaten and then what excuse did she end up using.
And if you're still breathing
you're the lucky ones. cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Post by Marty Mckenna on Jun 14, 2018 22:17:42 GMT
Marty never consider the possibility of locking his front door. Sure, it was New York, but it was the nicer part of New York. He was living in a house way above his paygrade. It was the kind of place he could see him and Clara growing into. Marty was deep into his show. He had the blankets pulled up into his lap, snug against his chin. He absentmindedly reached for a third slice of pizza without daring to tear his eyes from the drama unfolding on screen.
The threat of tears shimmered in his eyes as Miranda decided once and for all to break up with the mysterious and handsome Mr. Big. Oh the humanity. His fragile heart couldn't take a second longer of the suspense. Then the words that nearly made him shit his pants.... "“so I’m late. Like really late and I’m extra sorry” Marty somehow managed to keep his composure. Inside he must've done a little girl scream because he bit down on his tongue. Hard. He turned to see the smiling sympathetic face of Clara.
"Oh, it's yooooou." He said in an overly dramatic tone of voice and crossed his arms. He fake pouted and pretended to be unforgiving, but he always forgave. Marty didn't have a vengeful bone in his body. Much less the ability to hold grudges. Especially against someone so gosh darned adorable. His tongue ached and throbbed by he played it off all cool like. "I may be willing to forgive. If you give daddy some sugar. Right here." He said pointing at his cheek. He smiled in a dreamy goofy sort of way as he felt the tender familiar trace of lips at his cheek. She said something about killing him if he ate her pepperoni.
He picked up the box and handed it too her. "No killing required. You can put away your guns. Your pepperonis were well guarded ma'lady." He said quickly flipping the channel to something less girly. He pressed a random button and a daytime soap came on. A rerun of Days of our Mutant Lives. Great. Because that's more manly. He shrugged and put down the controller. It didn't matter anyways. All that mattered was she was here now.
Marty smiled and in the dim light he couldn't really see her sliced lip. That was, until a commerical came on and flooded the dark room with white light. "What happened there?" He asked flicking on a lamp beside him. He leaned closer and saw the painful stain of a cut on her lip. He rubbed a gentle thumb over it. "Babe you okay? Concern slow danced around the edges of his eyes.
Marty pushed his glasses up; staring at her. Those deep brown balls of innocence and honesty staring into her rough and abused face. He didn't look at her suspiciously at all. He just looked at her with concern. After a moment he stood up. "Let me get something for that!" He hopped over the couch and tripped falling flat on his face. His leg tangled in the cord to the lamp and it yanked from the table. The bulb exploded in a flash of light and glass spilled out everywhere around him in the dark. "I'm okay." He said from somewhere in the shadowy place behind her.
Marty stood up with his bare feet and shuffled carefully. Not wanting to step on any broken glass. He forgave her for being clumsy. He assumed it was her clumsiness that brought her back to him battered and bruised all the time. He forgave it because he himself was clumsier than most. Moving through the house he walked in the dark. He could navigate the home by memory and he didn't bother wih the lights. He sighed shaking his head thinking about the lamp. He should have sold himself a lamp today. He would have gotten the comission and he would still have lamp. Marty walked into the bathroom and started rummaging the medicine cabinet for something for Clara's lip. As he did he fot a text on his phone. The message was from his boss. Message recieved 11:35pm
Marty this is Max over at The furniture emporium. Listen buddy, Eric just quit. I need someone to open the store tomorrow. I'm out of town for a few days. You want to be promoted to manager? If so give me a text back but if not the job's going to Judy. You're my first choice here so get back with me asap.
"Oh my god! OH MY GOD!!!" Marty started to scream. He didn't stop to consider the context at which his shocked cries would sound. He was excited. He was thinking about quitting his job for the longest time. He wasn't very good at it and the fact was he was drowning in debt. He needed more money and this just fell in his lap like a giftwrapped present. "CLARA! OH MY GOD CLARA!" He called out from the dark back end of the house where the bathroom lied.
Last Edit: Jun 14, 2018 22:29:04 GMT by Marty Mckenna
Post by Clara Winslow on Jun 14, 2018 23:13:45 GMT
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She happily took the box to her hands, she rolled her eyes at the soap opera flipping onto the screen at the quick channel change. She was about to open the box and dig into the pizza when he asked her what happened, she paused for a second and lifted a finger to her lip. ‘Shit’, her thoughts were racing. She hadn’t even noticed the cut littering the soft skin of her lips until he mentioned it. Clara hated lying to him, hell, she’d fallen down a set of stairs twice in three months and she had to fake a whole mugging story the month before that, everything was just a chaotic balance of lies and truths that she mastered a long time ago.
“I don’t know, probably a clumsy accident”, the lie felt practiced but comfortable and natural to her tongue. His concern made a warm feeling grow to life in the pit of her stomach, he was always to kind to her and most of the time she honestly felt like she didn’t deserve any of it. “It’s fine really, I don’t even feel anything”, she tried to calm his worry but she saw the honesty of his concern in his dark brown eyes. She’d grown to love the honesty and kindness in his gaze, she wondered what she would have been like if she didn’t end up on the vengeful track of her father’s killers. She wasn’t two different people entirely, she just showed her happiness and joy to people she trusted and Marty was about the only person she did trust. Just not enough to put his life on the line for one secret he didn’t really need to know.
“Marty no, it’s fine I promise”, she reached out for a second but she had to suppress a laugh, eventually she couldn’t hold it in and found herself leaning against the cough for support. “Real heroic charmer, chivalrous really”, she tried to regain her composure trying to find his figure in the dark among the chaos he instigated by a harsh tumble over the couch. She would have helped him get up but she was still holding onto her stomach trying to contain the second wave of humorous laughter bubbling up the length of her throat and threatening to slip by her sliced lip.
She moved around the couch before making herself comfortable with legs crossed over one another and the pizza box set loosely over her knees. Clara was halfway through a slice when she heard Marty screaming in the darkness of the house. Her eyes grew wide and her instincts kicked in like an adrenaline shot to the heart. Clara shoved the box onto the couch and sprinted down the familiar house cloaked in darkness.
Clara didn’t hesitate to grab a knife from the kitchen, she rarely even brought anything weapon like in with her in worry that he’d discover it and she wouldn’t have a good enough lie to cover it up. “Marty!”, her tone was coated in anxious worry, the last thing she wanted was for him to get hurt. Hell, she’d do anything to keep him safe including sacrificing herself if it came down to it.
“Marty!”, Clara rounded a corner with a furious glare searching for his face in the dimly lit house. She knew the place by heart, she loved the house honestly, in some ways she couldn’t think of anything better than sharing something so beautiful and private with him but it just wasn’t private enough for her uniquely illegal endeavors.
She held the knife firmly in her grasp, she pushed the first shadow she saw against the wall with one palm pressed against his chest and the other inching the knife closer to his jugular. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of Marty, she ducked the knife behind her back as quickly as she could and pressed her lips onto his. “I just, I really missed you”, she tried to hide the paranoia that someone had gotten to him behind a mask of adoration. It wasn’t far fetched, she really did miss him but she was terrified something had happened to him.
“You scared the shit out of me though”, she finally stepped back with a palm hovering over her chest, “I thought you were being killed. Asshole”, she found herself chuckling at the unique irony of the situation and punched him lightly in the shoulder. Clara slowly made her way back to the kitchen to subtly set the knife back down before she woke up any unnecessary questions that she didn’t have the energy to answer.
“Hey, I think Sargent Fuzzyboots is still pissed at you!”, she scrunched up her nose at the prominent piece of shit in front of the fridge. “You’re so picking that up, I didn’t piss him off”, she looked at Marty’s handsome features over her shoulder. She could hug the furry little fella so hard right now, he practically tossed her something new to talk about and he was genius for it.
And if you're still breathing
you're the lucky ones. cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Marty didn't notice the knife. It was dark and the only thing he noticed was her ghostly pale face jumping out at him in the dark. The light from his phone lit up her face in a pale blue light. It was almost creepy sorta. "Woah, you scared me there.... Babe did you see my boss finally offered me that big promotion. I get an actual salaray! No more of this commission bullshit for this guy!" He striking an pose pointing his thumbs in towards his chest. Rounding the corner they saw the pile of shit.
Marty sighed. This freaking cat wouldn't be happy until he his shit out every last bit was he? That's two beefy sized piles! I mean.... COME ON! HOW MUCH MORE DO YOU EVEN HAVE IN THERE?!?!? Cleaning the mess he found Sargent fuzzyboots and stuck him in the sun room. It was screened in. The door was closed he couldn't get out into the yard. It was a warm enough night. He would be fine outside. Marty finished cleaning up the mes. and looked at Clara. He didn't really want to end the night so early.
Not when she basically just got here and already it seemed so late. A sly smirk spread across his goofy face. "Yoou knoooow. You should just spedn the night here. It's getting late an all. You don't have to work tomorrow right? Slipping the phone back through his anxious fingers he finally text back his boss. His finger typed quickly and a big smile spread across his face the more he typed.
"Would be honored to start as the new manager. The day after Morrow. Can't possibly make it in tomorrow. Family emergency. But you bed your ass the first day I show up as manager I'll be all over it. He got back a text that basically said okay and that he would see him the day after tomorrow. He got the promotion and the day off tomorrow. "Oh yeah! suck it bitch! That is how it's done!" He cried excited. Marty didn't realize that just over his shoulder was a red beam. A G.A.D.E.M. sniper. He was on the neighbor's roof lying down.
Marty moved through the living room staring at his phone. "Babe. You know that this means right? I can finally stop asking my parents for money. I can pay for this place on my own." He was grinning pretty dorkily. He stood there in the hall as the door to the garage crept open behind his back. A pair of silent fingers reached out for him from the dark. Marty felt something crawl across his foot. "Mr. Mustache!" He said flipping on a light. "How in blazes did you get out?" Marty didn't' realize his home was getting invaded from all angles.
Marty ducked just as the hands from the dark reached to pull him into the garage and break his geeky neck. He just barely dodged that bullet. He would never know just how close to death he was in that moment Marty shook his head and laughed. "Sorry babe. having a lizard is hard work when you have an escape artist for a pet." Her rubbed his lizard's chin with an adoring finger as he carried him back to the cage upstairs. He honestly had no idea how he got out of his cage in the bedroom.
There was creak in the floorboard upstairs. It could have been the creak of an old house, but it wasn't. It was the sound of a G.A.D.E.M. agent searching Marty's bedroom to find out how much he knew about their organization and their plans. The hit squad was out for Clara, though to cover their tracks anyone who happened to be with her at the time was ordered to be executed in the name of national security. This was giving a priority clearance. From the email of Adam Lithe himself. The go ahead was given. It was one of the emails he was working on right before Adam's home himself was invaded on the other side of New York this evening.
Post by Clara Winslow on Jun 15, 2018 18:27:28 GMT
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She found herself grinning happily at the news, maybe the way he said it made her heart flutter, he deserved this promotion and much, much more. “It’s about damn time, shouldn’t have taken them this long to promote you with all that dorky charm you’ve got going”, she pressed her palms against the cold kitchen counters and pulled her slender figure onto their sturdy surface. It was almost comedic watching him clean the pile of crap with the occasional sneer towards the sun room where it almost looked like Sargent Fuzzyboots was peeking from the corner. The cat was an even better prankster than Marty occasionally thought he was.
The night felt a little too short for her, maybe because she spent the majority of the day chasing two asshole across the city but the clocked appeared to tick faster when she finally tasted the bittersweet addiction of happiness with Marty. She smiled at him with a playful wiggle of her brows, “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you’re seducing me?”, a playful laugh drifted through her lips with a happy glint to her haze gaze, “I’ll just call in sick, Maggie can take my shift tomorrow”. The one part of her life she didn’t have to lie about was her job, an old friend of her father and a mutant offered her the job as a cover at his small diner. She didn’t mind actually doing the job every now and then but most times she ended up hustling a bunch of drunks for more cash than the tips she’d normally get for a whole three days.
She glanced at the open window with a happy grin to spot the shadowy figure dart by on the other side of the high fence, Clara faked a calm façade hoping it was just her imagination. Clara spotted the clear red dot dancing around the room and her eyes grew wide, she didn’t want to spook the agents into a confrontation. Instead she opted to keep her mind together, faked a smile over her face with ease at his happy excitement at the promotion.
Clara hopped off the counter and subtly tucked the knife back into her waistband, she casually led him by his hand to a more shielded area she hoped wouldn’t be accessible to the GADEM operative. She knew it had to be them, no one else would bother with a fucking sniper. Some days it felt like she knew more about them than about herself. Her best guess was they were snooping to see just how much about their organization was known either to her or to Marty who was about as oblivious as Sargent Fuzzyboots. At least she hoped they would snoop before the opted to try and slaughter them, she didn’t want to open up a door to a world he didn’t deserve to be pestered with, if she could handle these bastards quietly she’d do her damn best to keep it from him.
Clara turned slightly to spot the red laser still digging around the dimly lit room, it was pure luck he didn’t spot it as well. She almost missed the fingers reaching for him but she saw the shift of a shadow duck back into the garage, for a second more she played as dumb as she could. “He’s a sneaky little guy”, she easily forced the words out with a confident normalcy that almost scared her, she didn’t want to be this person with him. He always brought out the best in her, he drove the demons from her past into a pit where they didn’t wash over her thoughts every second of the day.
She almost groaned at the sudden light flooding the room, they were out in the open for all to see. Clara truly wasn’t sure if he had some badass angel watching his back cause the agents hadn’t busted in all the doors just yet. She faked a confident nonchalance with ease but her heart was thudding out of her chest and her nails subtly dug into the soft skin of her palms. She was so careful, she did everything with the sole intention of keeping her identity a secret, she didn’t need GADEM following her home.
“I don’t mind, I think he’s adorable except that one time he scared the living crap out of me”, she kept the door behind him in her peripheral before putting herself between him and the asshole ducking into the darkness. She Rolled her eyes annoyed at another creak somewhere upstairs, there was no way on earth she’d be able to take out two agents without Marty noticing something was up. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if she could do it with just one.
Clara heard the soft crack of the door downstairs, it could’ve been the wind gusting too life outside but she knew better. She waited until Marty couldn’t spot anything downstairs from the second story landing and turned on her heel to toss the knife with more force than she appeared to possess. The thud of the agent falling backwards was masked in her soft call to Marty before he walked into the threshold of his bedroom.
Clara couldn’t believe her luck, the knife was sharper than it looked and nicked the asshole’s forehead almost perfectly. The pool of blood bubbled to life on the dark floor inside the garage, she could fix that before he even woke up the next morning and it left her with a dick stalking from outside and whoever waited for them upstairs. “Hey Charmer!”, she lay a gentle hand on his shoulder and stopped him for a second.
“I almost forgot, I have a little surprise for you but since it’s getting late I’m dying to show you”, she leaned closer to set a soft and tender kiss on his lips with a quick glance at the bedroom door. “Tell you what, I’ll go put Mr. Mustache back in his cage while you give me a moment to get it all ready. Go wait in the bathroom, no peeking or I’m cuddling up with Sargent Fuzzyboots tonight”. She smiled brightly despite the pressure of the situation, she hoped he’d take the bait. Not entirely bait though, she truly did have a surprise for him tucked away in a small bag still laying somewhere beneath her leather jacket on the back seat of the car.
For further incentive she curled her fingers under the lizard and lightly pushed him into the bathroom, Clara waited until he was away before she glared at Mr. Mustache. She liked the little guy, she just needed him to understand he had to work with her. Clara stepped into the bedroom with a deadly glare dancing in her gaze, the operative was nowhere in sight. She knew there was one more place he could be, her mind felt scattered in the slightest as she reached out and tucked the lizard back in his cage before falling into a low crouch. The agent missed his target by far almost falling into the cage, her eye grew wide grasping the collar of his uniform and pulling him back to her chest. She held his head locked under her arms, Clara wasn’t the strongest fighter but she felt the rush of Adrenaline peak her skills. There was no way in hell she’d let anything happen to Marty because of her. When his chest failed to rise and fall she tossed his burly body through the window, watched his neck roll into an odd angle on the grass outside with a satisfied grin set on her features.
“You’re not peeking, are you? I just have to get something from the car, give me two more minutes”, Clara sprinted down the stairs as quietly as she could, shut the door to the garage after pushing the dead body into the corner under an old box. She slipped out of the house through an open window, snuck around to the back of the roof the sniper lay sprawled out on. Clara barely even reached the top when she saw the barrel aimed at the center of her blazing hazel eyes. She dropped to the ground moments before a silenced shot whipped through the air at an incredible speed.
She ducked down to pull the neighbor’s pitch fork from the tidy vegetable garden, she tucked the sharp ends into the agent’s shoulder as he peeked over the top and drug him onto his back on the cold, damp grass. “We’re gonna have a little talk later”, she pulled out the pitch fork and forced him to his feet with one hand digging into his shoulder as she forced him towards her car. He wouldn’t scream, he wouldn’t draw attention to them but she didn’t think he had the balls to turn and slam a fist into the center of her chest.
For a few seconds she was breathlessly gasping with him stumbling towards the house, Clara braved the deep discomfort for a second and sprinted to dig the sole of her shoes into the back of his knee. There was an audible crack before he fell to the grass in a deep groan, she slammed his head into the ground until she felt him drift into an unconscious lull. As fast as she possibly could she shoved his body into her trunk, tied his hands and feet together with a chain and shoved an old sock into his mouth for good measure.
She was already out of breath when she shoved the GADEM agent donning a broken neck into the high brush more than thick enough to hide a grown man’s corpse. By the time she reached upstairs again she was practically gasping for air and finally tossed her clothes to the corner with absolute disregard for tidiness. She wiped her hands down on the T-shirt barely covering the dark lace of her underwear caressing her hips, she had an old buddy print the goofy picture of Marty on the front as a cute little gesture to show him she was still invested in their relationship even if she came across as someone who feared settling down.
She heard a soft creak on the floorboard outside the bedroom, she was too tired to fight off another assault. Her voice was almost weak as she called out into the dimly lit hallway, “Marty?”, a crimson tint crawled onto her cheeks seeing the familiar red touch to his hair, for once she couldn’t make out what was floating in that dorky head of his.
And if you're still breathing
you're the lucky ones. cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Post by Marty Mckenna on Jun 15, 2018 19:45:18 GMT
Marty agreed and he handed off Mr. Mustache. He watched as she handed off his lizard. Marty happily accepted the concept of getting a special surprise. Though he wasn't as good a listener as was supposed to be. Marty was in the bathroom for about 2 minutes. Firstly he took off his jeans because surely this surprise had to do with sex. Yeah! That was definatly happening. He stood there in his boxers .
He stood there patiently as he leaned over the bathroom sink. His wild red hair an aloof mess. He combed his fingers into his hair a few times. "Oh, you're looking rather..... Sexy I should say my good man." He raised and lowered his eyebrows in the mirror making goofy faces. Then he placed a finger over his upper lip and tried to picture himself with a mustache. Maybe he would look good with a mustache. He was distracted by his own antics for only a few moments. He heard the alarm on the house call out "Front door open."
When she left, but that was like 5 minutes ago. he started to get a little worried. Marty opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the darkened hallway. "Babe......? ........Snuggle bear? ....... Snookie wookums?" The humor had left his voice. He stood on the second floor landing peering over the railing. He could see a little light from the downstairs spilling into the hall below. He stood there in his black boxers. They said in case of emergency pull down. They were meant to be cute and funny. Though, in the midst of something serious he was going to be wearing these ironic underwear. In which pulling them down would do nothing to help him at all.
He moved down the stairs. His hands gliding over the hand railing as he took the steps two at a time. He clicked on the garage light. Hm... Nothing. He didn't notice the body just out of his sight line. He looked in the backyard, where the agent had been trying to snipe from. Strange. It was quiet. It was almost eerie. Moving out into the front porch he felt the cold brisk air of the night. He knew she must be outside. He never heard the alarm signify that she had come back inside. He looked over at her car in the driveway.
Unaware that she was on the other side of it just out of sight dragging a body. He looked worried. Her car was still hear. Maybe she opened the door but never went outside. Maybe she was in the kitchen. He shut the door and headed through the kitchen. There was a drop of blood on the floor. He turned on the light and stood over it. Unaware that it was even there. Marty opened the refrigerator and got himself a piece of left over birthday cake. His birthday was 2 days ago and this was the first he had seen Clara since his birthday.
He figured this surprise had something to do with his birthday. He took the cake in his palm. Not bothering with a plate he moved through the dark house trying not to worry, though worry was his default settings. It was an issue with the manufacturer. He was sure people wanted to return him to the store but sadly they needed a reciept. Marty munched on cake as he moved around searching everywhere he could think of. The laundry room maybe? He was running out of places too look.
"Babe?" He called out again now his voice was really worried. She wasn't in the laundry room either. He stopped eating mid chew. A big pocket of cake hesitantly stashed in one corner of his mouth. Then he heard movement. He whirled around and she was right behind him. "Oh jeez there you are." He said pulling her into a hug. He turned on the light so he could see her better. Chewing his cake quickly and swallowing it down. She stood there in just a pair of panties and a shirt. He was right about the sex.
Good thing he wore his sexy boxers. Marty smiled at the goofy shirt. "What's that?" He asked with the playful pull of laughter begging his lips to be set free. "That looks ridiculous." He said with a smile. She couldn't have chosen a sillier picture of him. He was cross eyed and making a face. Exposing his teeth but curling his lower lip back. It was quiet a difficult face to pull off and it was absolutely a mood killer on a t-shirt. He looked down at a his boxers. "Damn. More effective than a cold shower." He joked.
Post by Clara Winslow on Jun 16, 2018 13:39:54 GMT
Clara laughed softly, it secretly masked her fried nerves about the night’s unfolding. She’d let the agent starve in her trunk for the another day or so before she’d slice and dice him to find out who called the hit on her in the first place. It wouldn’t be the first time she had to use a little mutant aid to wipe her face from their database but she was still pissed, Clara was careful and even more so since she and Marty started dating. Most of her anger was directed at herself though, pissed that she fucked up somehow even if she didn’t understand how and when. Her only worry was GADEM’s relentless pursuits, she couldn’t be sure if they’d send a second team. Clara’s mind was racing, it was nights like these that she regretted picking up the fight against the government.
She dreamed about being a normal twenty two year old who only strived to find the love of her life, dive strikingly mundane but exceptional achievements like moving in together, planning a wedding eventually and maybe even kids in the far future. But her demons, the dark nightmares that bothered her when she tried staying away from GADEM business reminded her why she couldn’t ever be normal. A few months back she thought about leaving out of guilt from lying but she couldn’t be without him.
Clara worried if he ever found out he’d see her in new light, he’d forget the happy side of her soul only he brought to the surface and he’d want nothing to do with a girl who lied about everything with more blood on her hands than skin. When she looked to his dark eyes she couldn’t imagine life without him, she wanted nothing more but to sleep every night in his embrace and greet a new day with his goofy snores. The only thing that kept her from doing it was fear, fear for him and fear for the future’s uncertainty.
Her fingers grasped at the warmth of his back like he might shatter in her embrace, she didn’t want to lose him to anything. Everything about him embodied the best of the world she used to see as absolutely dark, unforgiving and lonely. Her eyes slit into a playful glare as she stepped back with an accusing finger tapping against his chest, “if that’s the last slice of cake I’m tossing you out the window, just so you know”, she shifted on her feet realizing the irony in her words only after they left the confines of her mouth.
His boxers left an undeniable touch of a grin to her lips, she remembered being intimate with him for the first time and while it was one of the best nights of her life it was still an awkward mash up of terrible jokes that still made her laugh, a few clumsy bumps and bruises and her snorting halfway through a happy make out session at the memory of one of his dramatic jokes.
“Oh, this looks ridiculous?”, she circled him with an incredulous laugh coated in playful banter, “kind of like that goofy wallpaper of yours, huh?”. She slipped her fingers over his shoulders and playfully shoved him to the bed. Clara felt eternally lucky to have found him, it was pure luck that she even ended up finding someone so strikingly different from her. Even if she almost always ended up rolling her eyes at his goofy jokes she feel hopelessly in love with him and it never stopped. The amount of care she had in her very being for Marty grew exponentially with every second she spent basking in his spirit for life, even if he was a little loud about it at times.
Clara hopped onto the bed with a small pout, “Besides, who doesn’t want their girlfriend wearing their face?”, she leaned forward to hold his face in her palms. Clara glanced up at the bright bulb shedding light on his stubbled jaw, “you know what’ll make this real romantic?”. She felt the soft nibble of her own teeth digging into the soft flesh of her lip as she glanced up at him, “those scented candles you’ve got downstairs”, there was an almost mischievous glint to her gaze, “besides then you can be the perfect gentleman and bring me another slice of pizza. I’ll even put Marty 2.0 in the corner”. She teased with a soft tug to the hem of the shirt hanging comfortably over her shoulders.
Clara couldn’t help but feel her fingers tug at the soft fabric of his boxers as a sort of incentive, she’d be solving the extra little problem of a purple bruise fitted over the soft skin of her back. Every movement was painstakingly obvious in the ache resonating through her back, even then she knew she’d suffer ten times worse if it meant she could shield him from the crappy reality of the world around them. At least he was human, while she had absolutely zero issues with mutants she knew the lack of an extraordinary specialty in his genes left him far safer than she could ever hope to achieve through brute force and determination alone.
Post by Marty Mckenna on Jun 16, 2018 15:48:30 GMT
Marty smiled as he fell on the the bed. The playful touch of flirtation made the moment oh so much more interesting. Some soft purring noises slipped from the back of his throat as he stared at her in the dark. He wasn't sure how he got back upstairs. Had he come back upstairs? He honestly didn't remember it, but he was also not very unfamiliar with the taste of forgetfulness. He supposed in his slight panic for Clara's safety he wandered back up here.
He had a bit of a lovable dreamy quality to his childish nature. Sucking the cake icing off his fingers he tried to not touch the bed. He had 'Goopy hands!' as Marty might've said. He returned the kiss with full intention of turning her on and bringing this moment galloping into the sense of the senual. Marty could be silly, but he knew what he was doing when it came to matters of the mattress. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Breaking the kiss for only a moment to relief himself of the constricting fabric. His hand danced and rode their way over her thighs.
They were soft beneath his fingertips. Marty did not know that they were lightly sweaty from the recent excerise of agent execution. His hand rode up her sides and almost across the small of her back. There she would flinch away from his tender touch with an almost as tender soreness. You can fake a lot of things but a autonomic reation was not one of them. Before he could pain her with the toreture of tender proding she suggested he get some candles from downstairs.
"Oh?" He smiled. "But of course. I SHALL RETRIEVE THEM! FROM THE LIVING ROOM!!!!!!" Marty cried out loudly with excited excerberance. It was just his silly nature. He couldn't help himself. It was who he was. It was who she fell in love with. Marty slipped from the bed and almost giggled at her finger's almost reluctance to leave the waistband of his boxers. He stopped in the doorway. "I'll be right back babe. Don't go anywhere." Marty headed down the stairs with a happy bounce to his step.
His red and black hair bouncing lightly as he moved across the living room. He began to hum a stupid song that had been stuck in his head for days. After a few moments he actually started sining it. "I'm bringing sexy back....Them other boys don't know how to act. I think it's special what's behind your back. So turn around and I'll pick up the slack yeah." Outside, across the street parked in rental car sat two agents. Two that Clara had failed to notice parked in a black car with black tinted windows.
There was a sipp and a slurp as Felix Russell took some of his hot coffee through his lips. He watched through the open window as Marty turned on the kitchen light. He could see him through the big bay window doing a little spin and moonwalking across the kitcehn. Felix groaned as he actually started to dance in his underwear. Is this guy for fucking real? He thought quietly. Felix rolled down the driver's window a bit and lit a cigarette.
He stared out Alex's window as her side of the car was closer to the target house. Yeah they were here in town investigating a heavy case load. Sitting between them was four files. Only one of them was not a mutant case. There was Wreckshop the high priority case. Felix shrugged and stuffed that to the bottom of the stack. Political bullshit never intersted him. He got to where he was from hardwork and determination. Not from riding the wave of polotics. He wasn't a 'good boy let me scratchy behind your ears' kinda dog. He was a guard dog. He was a fucking mastive on a chain.
Unhook his collar and watch him eat. That's how he's always been. Felix took a puff of his cigarette as he watched a light click on upstairs. Clara Winslow. She had been slaughtering agents unchecked for a good while now. Finally they got some intel on who she was. Felix thought taking her case on personally first was the best bet. "Well. There's our girl. She just took out all the backup. I told you sending in the junior recruits was a good idea." He didn't care about the glory of the collar, just that the fucking perp was brought in.
This woman was slaughtering agents by the dozen and he wanted to see how. She obviously had some special training. In the kitchen Marty was clicking off the light and bringing a bunch of stuff upstairs. A pizza box some candles a can of whipped cream and a piece of cake. "We'll come back. We still have other cases to check on." Felix said with a sigh. Turning on the car he pulled away from the curb and drove down the street.
Last Edit: Jun 16, 2018 16:06:38 GMT by Marty Mckenna
Post by Clara Winslow on Jun 16, 2018 17:51:54 GMT
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Clara felt herself drift to a happy euphoria at the warm embrace of his lips, there were a lot of times she still classified him as dork but when his hands caressed her skin he was a master at making her deepest desires take form. Her tongue flicked out over her lip watching him toss his shirt into the corner, it was ironically well aimed at the heap of her own clothes. Every inch of her skin burst into a lively burst of sensory ecstasy where at his warm touch. She had to dig her nails into the soft skin of her palm to contain the painful hiss she anticipated when his fingertips neared the bruised flesh of her back, she knew she’d flinch away from his touch whether she wanted to or not. Her body was still in control and she had no way of overriding an autonomic response born out of instinct.
It sounded surreal when a happy burst of giggles erupted from her lips at his dramatic cry and lively exit, she didn’t deserve him and she thought about it every day but he left her feeling complete with no empty pits of darkness threatening to invade her very being. “Where am I gonna go?”, there was a teasing touch to her voice as she folded one leg over the other and stretched back into the soft covers of the bed. She dug her fingers into her short, auburn curls and tugged them into an elastic for comfort.
Alex glared annoyed at the loud slurps from Felix’s coffee, she somewhat hoped he’d choke on it if not for an early grave then for her pleasure. She glanced up to see Marty going about his goofy dance across the kitchen. Her eyes flickered to Felix for a second, “I don’t think he knows anything”. She lifted her own cup of steaming black coffee to her lips with a happy grin at the caffeine flooding her system.
She reached out for the case file, her fingers scrolled over surveillance footage of the brunette who took down three agents with ease, she had to give the girl points for succeeding though. Alex kept wondering what training aided her rampage on the junior agents, then there was the dozens of bodies they attributed to her almost vigilante efforts to undermine the organization. Her fingers combed through the pages for the third time that night, there was no telling what else there was to the girl except useless biographical data that didn’t tell them much about how she did what she did.
Her hair flowed over her shoulders in the slightest as she leaned back to glance up to the sudden flicker of light burning to life upstairs. She could hardly believe how long this shit’s been going on without putting a stop to it, although they only recently put a name to the crimes. “Don’t get too cocky, we still have to take care of Jerry”, she agreed softly looking over to the car knowing full well Jerry was stuffed inside. She slipped a silenced pistol from a holster strapped to her thigh and opened the door slowly, she turned her chin to look at Felix with the hint of a glare playing in her gaze, “don’t be a dick and drive off”.
She swiftly ducked across the street, picked the lock on the trunk and opened it up to see Jerry with an agonizing look buried in his bloodshot eyes. Alex shrugged quickly and pressed the barrel of the gun to his temple. She didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger and watched the blood pool onto the surface beneath him. her fingers gripped the open trunk, shut it as softly as she could and made her way back to Felix with a cocky smirk set on her features. She nodded, while she really hated his guts she wasn’t shy to admit that she agreed with his strategy.
“Just leave the political shit for last”, her door closed with a soft thud as she gave the house a last glare passing by. She had a strong confidence they’d put an end to the girl’s futile efforts to an end sooner than later, collateral damage wasn’t something she was too worried about.
Clara was still relaxing into the covers when she heard the audible thuds of someone coming up the stairs, she knew it was Marty without a moment’s second thought. Her eyes lit up seeing the heap of items stuffed in his palms, there was no denying he was the only man who could ever drive a smile on her lips with the innate ability to make her laugh even when she was on the verge of tears.
“Whipped cream huh? Someone’s feeling adventurous”, she stood up and hooked her alms around his neck with a flirtatious glance. Her fingers slid down his arms before grasping the small pile of items from his palms and setting them on the desk in the corner. She turned to face him with one hand balanced on her hip and the other reaching out to turn off the lamp with a playful grin.
Clara pulled the shirt over her head with a quick wink finally pressing down onto the switch to drown them both in a darkness barely broken by the street lamp outside. She forgot about her growling stomach for a second, the ache in her back and the persistent worry to clear out the bodies before morning light and stepped forward to press her slender figure around his.
“You’re way better than Marty 2.0”, she gestured lightly to the shirt tossed aside and embraced him for a long, passionate kiss. He was her whole world, regardless of the dark nooks and crannies of her illegal pursuits hidden from him like a fatal secret.
And if you're still breathing
you're the lucky ones. cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Post by Marty Mckenna on Jun 16, 2018 18:54:50 GMT
Marty kissed back the girl of his dreams with a deep needing. His eyes started to fall closed when he rolled around in the softness of the sheets beneath him. Marty felt something hard pressing into the small of his back. Reaching down he felt around until his fingers came back with a small Bluetooth like earbud. It was a live mic. Dropped by the agent that Clara killed his his bedroom.
"What the heck is this? He said holding it up in the dark. He clicked on the light and examined it thought he couldn't instantly tell it was an earpiece. Clara might have recognized the earpieces those government agent assholes wore. To Marty it just looked like a triangular shaped piece of plastic. He didn't realize that it was something you stuck in your ear. Nor did he realize it was a live phone call to a group of agents doing surveillance.
GADEM had mass amounts of resources. If they saw a particular problem there was no shortage of agents to get a team together. In a world growing increasingly anit-mutant there was no shortage of eager recruits. Marty heard a noise downstairs. It sounded like someone trying to break into the kitchen downstairs. Setting the plastic mystery down on the nightstand he slipped out of bed. "Wait here babe."
He said slipping on a white t-shirt and grabbing a weapon. It wasn't Felix and Alex they had left, to get a hotel room for the night. One with two separate beds of course. But they were crashing for the night and they were going to review the surveillance the next morning. Marty moved across the bedroom and grabbed a foam minecraft sword and headed out into the darkness. He didn't exactly know what he was hoping to fight off with it, but he wasn't a tough guy. He had no violent means of fending off anyone.
He didn't like guns, and he didn't keep things like baseball bats lying around. Marty moved down the hall and too the stairs. He wanted Clara safe. He could protect her from whatever lied out there. Moving down the stairs his heart was racing. It was late. nearly 1:45 in the morning. He shouldn't be hearing sounds coming from his kitchen. Marty moved over and pressed his back against the wall. He counted to three before flipping on the light and bursting out from his hiding place. Screaming like a maniac and charging at the intruder with a sword that was all but useless.
Last Edit: Jun 16, 2018 18:57:03 GMT by Marty Mckenna
Post by Clara Winslow on Jun 18, 2018 10:46:37 GMT
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Clara was enveloped by a rhythmic slam of her heart against her chest walls, it was absolute bliss to be with Marty and it kept her anchored to the remnants of her humanity all but drowning in the blood of others until the day she came across a man who drove happiness back into her soul. She had to force her pulse to a steady draw at the sight of the microphone, a fake grin and quick shrug of her shoulders later she watched him set it down to grasp a Minecraft sword for his defense. She would’ve laughed any other time but her mind was racing again, like a burning inferno set alight, her feet pressed painfully against the floor as she tucked the shirt back over her head with a fluid motion. Marty was far past the door now, he couldn’t hear her and she was drowning in a deep fury.
Her fingers curled around the microphone and lifted it to her lips with a dirty sneer, “Listen up you fucking bastards. I don’t give a shit how you found me, I’ll give myself up – tomorrow night, eight, at that burnt up farm outside the city. I’m sure you assholes can find it, now back the fuck off. He’s a civilian, he doesn’t know shit about you. And be sure to go fuck yourselves while you’re at it”, she allowed the microphone to drop to the floor with an inaudible thud. She used an old book tucked onto the corner of the desk to crush it to pieces.
The wind rushing through the slightly ajar window shifted her hair over her shoulders, she sighed looing to the dark enveloped landscape beyond. “This day just keeps getting better”, she didn’t have much but her bare hands, still she threw her weight over the window sill and tucked herself into a roll onto the lawn in an effort to spread the impact. Her back stung, it really fucking stung but she wasn’t about to let Marty step into the craze of whatever waited on the other side of those thuds.
Rounding a corner to the kitchen’s side of the house she didn’t expect what she saw, it wasn’t a threat at all but a fucking joke rubbing into her face. She couldn’t scale the wall back into the bedroom, there was no way she’d make it up without making a ruckus. Her head felt heavy under the stress, instead she sprinted around the house until she could throw herself through the open window of the downstairs bathroom. It was almost too small for her shoulders, she hoped it gave her enough time to sneak back upstairs before Marty discovered she was gone. Again.
Stepping out through the door she gasped softly at Marty and the mystery behind the thuds in the kitchen. The light switch was flipped on and she was practically standing there with the thin lace rucked over her hips and Marty’s goofy face staring back at him. She reached down for the plunger by her feet and held it out in front of her with a coy grin.
“Hey Charmer, thought you needed some help”, she tried to lace her shock and embarrassment into a carefree ghost of a smile and shrug to her slim shoulders. Clara was tired, she just wanted to spend the night in his arms and instead she was running around like the fucking road runner trying to hide her efforts against the government from the man she loved.
And if you're still breathing
you're the lucky ones. cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Post by Marty Mckenna on Jun 18, 2018 18:52:26 GMT
Marty screamed his best blood curdling warrior's cry. What he saw when he flicked on the light and rounded the corner was his brother Joey with his head stuck in the window. "Joey?!?!?" Marty asked. His voice going all high pitched and squeaky with surprise. Unintentionally of course. If there was one person on this earth he did not expect it was his brother Joey. Lttle Joey was always the apple of mom and dad's eye. They didn't know what a little fucker he could be but that was okay.
Though his heart was usually in the WRONG place, Marty could never find it in his heart to be mad at him for long. It was Joey who was always schemeing and having some sort of get rich quick scam. Although, every time he had an idea that could make you some money, he ended up with your money and you didn't see him for three months. Yeah that was Joey. "Joey, what the hell are you doing trying to crawl into my sink?" Joey groaned. He was twisted and contorted in a weird angle trying to ease his way into the window. He had climbed on the AC unit outside and stuck a leg in first. Then his head only the window closed on him and now it was jammed.
"Well ya see brother, I was trying on this window to see if it fit and I think I'm going to have to ask the salesman for a bigger size. I'm stuck what the hell do you think I'm doing. Help me out?!?!?" Marty shurgged and dropped his fierce swrod to help his idiot little brother out of the window. "I came into town to bring you this. It's your birthday present ya idiot....."Marty stared at it. "Well go on, open it up!" Marty smiled reluctantly. The pull of his curiosity outweighing his better judgment. "Wh....what is it?" Marty said confused.
It was a box with a brouche in it. Something Joey had typed up on his own, but still.... "This brother is going to set you up for the next five years! You'll be rollin in the dough. It's my gift to you. All I need is a little start up cash and I'll sign up in your name of couse and Bingo! Bango! You'll have more cash than you know what to do with!" Marty felt uneasy. His brother always had big promises, but he couldn't once remember following through with a single idea.
"I don't know..." Marty said. He turned around when there was a creak behind him and saw Clara. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest. "Clara! What are you doing...Why do you have a plunger?" Joey, ever the salesman jumped right back on it.... "Because you're literally flushing your money down the toilet if you don't get on this boy-o!" Joey was smiling. He even smiled at Clara.
"Hi Clara.... Nice undies!!!!" He said in an inappropriate but still kind of funny way. He turned back to Marty with hope dancing in his eyes. Marty was always a big enough sucker to keep dishing out money. Even though Marty was probably the least financially able to be leaned on. Just then there was a knock at the door. Across the way the agents had relayed the information of the meeting to their field superiors. That just so happened to be Felix and Alex. Felix whipped the car back around. He was going to use this as an opportunity. He now stood on the front porch steps.
They past a for sale sign on the way up the sidewalk. Making his way up the sidewalk of the quite suburban home was ballsy. Then again he wasn't recruited to GADEM because his lack of balls. Felix played by an unusual set of rules. He did pretty much whatever caught his interest in the field and it usually worked out for him. He had a stellar arrest record and never once has a perp slipped his grasp. He was top of his class and had all the accolades and accomplishments one might expect a decorated man of valor such as himself to have.
"Sleep can wait." He said quietly as he walked up the steps of the porch. His hand found the handrailing and he turned and looked back at the car in the driveway. You couldn't tell from this angle, though he knew there was a slow dripping pool of blood staining the driveway just beneath the car. The blood of some low level agent asshole named Jerry. He wouldn't be missed. Felix didn't give a shit about casualties on his team. Mostly because if they were stupid enough to let themselves get killed then they weren't worth having on his team in the first place.
Even if Jerry died by the hands of his partner he condoned it. He could just let him free because... Well, looking back he supposed they could have let the poor guy out of the trunk. Though he was an asshole so it didn't really matter. It was just one more agent body he could pin on the girl and screw her ass to the wall good and hard when he went to take her down. She wanted to meet tomorrow. Away from her little boyfriend.
What the fuck made her think Felix was here to play on her terms. He would have been more than happy to rest tonight and continue this little survalliance in the morning, but since she started barking demands his ego was on the line. Felix had to proove to her that when it came to the world of GADEM agents she had been swimming in the kiddie pool with her floaties on. There were bigger and nastier fuckboys out there willing to make an example of you and GADEM was a shadowy secret agency.
They operated above the law. They were not officially sanctioned by the United States Government so they didn't have to obey the laws of the constitution. The guevna convention... Everything! All those rule books that said torture was not allowed went out the window. Torture was very allowed and Felix had spent enough time in the tall grass of the Kengo over seas fighting commie pricks to know that Torture could be very effective. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a couple of gold wedding bands. They were fakes. Real gold of course, but part of his cover. He was a good agent. He carried things like this. Things that helped adapt his lies on the fly.
"Don't do anything rash." He said coldly. His voice was flat almost emotionless. Felix took the steps up slowly. His hand gliding the polished wood of the handrail as he made his way onto the porch. She had killed a few of them already tonight. Felix wasn't exactly keeping score, but he wanted her to suffer for her actions. He didn't give a personal shit about the agents, but she spat in the face of everything he stood for.
By attacking GADEM he took it as a personal insult. His hardened exterior gave away nothing as he knocked on the door. "Follow my lead." He said. Felix straightened his jacket. The door opened to Marty's smiling, yet confused face. "Yes?" Felix wiped his mouth with his hand. There was a broad smile on his face. "Hey, how ya doing? I'm Jack. Jack Ryan. This is my wife Sally. We're your new neighbors, from up the street."
Felix saw a few more faces in the doorway. Look we...uh... We're sorry to bother you, but we just moved in. Wanted to celebrate a little and wouldn't ya know it? I forgot the corkscrew. We got this nice bottle of win here, and no way to open it." Felix held up the bottle of wine he had sitting in the backseat of his car for awhile now. It was just a good cover. "Yeah uh... Sure! Sure! Come on in.
Honey you might want to put some clothes on, we have guests." Marty called out. "Guests? Oh shit they got wine!" Joey called out. Joey was a fan of anything free. Marty gave his girlfriend an apologetic look and shrugged. He was too nice for his own good sometimes. He welcomed these strangers into his home unaware he was putting himself and Clara in danger.
