Post by Clara Winslow on Jun 18, 2018 20:14:12 GMT
She heard the words drifting from the strangers by the door, there was no way in hell they were new neighbors. Jack and Sally were fucking GADEM, she could see it with her eyes closed but perhaps she was just being paranoid. Her palm reached out to slap Joey upside the head before stepping closer to the stairs, she stopped for a moment to look at Felix and Alex with a deathly glare dancing on her features. She never put on pants so fast in her life before, she supposed it was almost comedic to approach GADEM agents with a picture of Marty’s goofy face donning her figure.
She didn’t even have her goddamn weapons with her, everything was in the car with whoever the hell she stuffed in the trunk, even if it wasn’t in the back specifically. Her lips curled into a façade of a welcome smile as she moved to sit down beside Marty with herself planted firmly between him and the neighbors, whether that was the God’s honest truth or not.
Clara was surprised to see Joey already free from the window, at least she could force him and Marty to run if the need should arise. Her lips tilted into a forced smile, she didn’t trust these people. She knew she could be wrong, constant paranoia from a very busy night and day settling into her nerves but she could also be right.
“I’m sure Marty already introduced himself, I’m Clara”, she held out her hand in a formal greeting to each in turn before sitting stiffly against the couch’s backrest. “What made you guys come over this time of night?”, her tone might have carried her uncertainty but she really didn’t give a shit. Marty was in danger because of her and she wasn’t going to let him get hurt because of her dive into vengeance unrelenting grasp.
Clara shrugged her shoulders at Marty with a shocked look planted over her features, she hardly expected to see Joey any time soon. It was Marty’s birthday two days back but the guy was still too much trouble, not in the way she was but in the sense that he always had big dreams and no funds to base them on. Instead he used Marty’s cash or whatever other weak willed asshole he could convince to invest in his grandiose ideas with no concrete guarantee to success. Her eyes rolled at the sales pitch jumping from Joey’s lips, every year at Christmas it was absolute chaos with the two of them together. While she liked Joey she didn’t approve of his methods, too bad she couldn’t scare his bad habits off with a theatrical sway of her knives.
“Don’t be a perv Joey”, she set her palms on her hips, she wasn’t exactly shy about her skin but after a few seconds she opted to stand somewhat behind Marty to shield her bare legs from prying eyes. Her eyes rolled at the thuds sounding against the front door, ‘what the fuck is it now?’, the thought echoed in her mind with an immensely annoying dull thudding headache. While Marty moved towards the front door she turned to look at Joey with a playful judgement playing in her gaze, “What made you think you’d fit?”, she kept her peripheral trained on Marty’s every shift in posture. The hairs at the back of her neck was standing upright, something wasn’t right.
Alex just about rolled her eyes all the way from where Felix pulled the car to an abrupt stop to their walking along the sidewalk. She tucked her gun into the waistband of her pants where the leather jacket donning her shoulders would hide it from sight. She knew he probably questioned her decision to off one of their own agents but Jerry was honestly a miserable sack of nothing that couldn’t take care of one girl, hauling his stabbed ass back with them would have been a mess on the seats and a liability in itself.
She was pissed at the girl’s audacity to sprout orders like she was in control but she wasn’t entirely burning to put a bullet through her head just yet. Alex was morbidly curious what exactly the girl planned to do at the burnt down farm, it would have been a great sight to see. She knew Felix had an extensive resume coated in success, she herself was worth half a dozen of GADEM’s finest and she was honestly curious to see how one, home trained young girl would go about trying to best them. Key word being trying because Alex didn’t lose, she never lost a fight and if she did she was sure as hell gonna take the other guy down with her. If it was a young girl hiding her secret from her civilian boyfriend she’d do it too. Nothing stood in the way of her and her goal, not even Mr. Personality she was saddled with.
“I know how to do my job princess, you don’t have to worry”, she offered him a playful glare from the corner of her eye. She stood by him with her arm folded over her hip as she waited for the knock to be answered. She wanted to be a smartass but she opted to follow his lead, it wasn’t gonna kill her to back off just this one time. She rolled her finger over the golden ringer resting over her slim finger with a small, smug smirk resting on her lips.
She smiled kindly at the faces past the open door, fake of course but a grin nonetheless. The was an expert infiltrator, lying was her first language and everything after that came second. Although she had to contain the groan at the idea of anyone marrying Felix, obnoxious dick probably scared off women he paid for. She shoved her distaste for her partner aside for a moment to focus on the matter at hand. she was almost surprised at how easily the guy let them in, obviously he wasn’t the same breed as his murderous girlfriend.
Alex spared the girl a curious glance, for someone who killed GADEM agents by the dozen she looked severely normal, dorky even with her boyfriend’s face plastered all over the front of her dark shirt. Alex stepped into the living room despite the dark glare she spotted donning Clara’s features, she would play her part nonetheless.
“oh hi, almost didn’t see you there”, her lips tilted into a playful grin as she gestured to the stranger seemingly stuck in the window. “I’m terribly sorry if we’re imposing, it was getting a little boring with this old grump”, she playfully leaned into Alex with a loving pat to his shoulder. To any other person she looked comfortable with the warm touch of her husband, she knew better though and it was a temporary comfort to feel another person that close.
She waved at Clara as she stepped back into the small group of people, Alex extended her palm in a formal greeting but she could see the paranoid look dancing in the girl’s eyes, feel the anger in her hard grip and spot the protective barrier she set herself as between them and her boyfriend. The telltale signs of someone still young and impulsive.
“Nice to meet you Clara, beautiful home you’ve got here”, she leaned back and folded one leg over the other. Since Felix wanted the lead she’d give him the fucking lead, she didn’t bother reciting some poor lie about their late night visit, instead she slipped one palm over Felix’s thigh and smiled at her ‘husband’ with a loving look dancing in her eyes, it only shrouded the subtle glare.
Felix sat on the couch. He was no idiot. He could see the growing distrust on the girl's face. He didn't care. The kid in the window finally wiggled himself out. He fell outside the window. Out onto the back deck. Felix raised a finger to motion towards the guy obviously breaking in. "He....He gone be okay?"
He asked. Felix, or Jack as he was using as a cover had a strong southern accent. It rested on his tongue like a crutch. Even if he wasn't playing a character he couldn't bring himself to not have the accent. It had been there since he learned to talk. He supposed with a smile on his lips the southern accent made him seem a little more trusting. A little more likable. HE didn't really consider himself likable at all, but he was an agent and he was good at his work. He had done undercover assignments in the NPD. (Norfolk Police Department)
He supposed he had a certain rugged charm. He squeezed Alex's hand in the moment. He smiled broadly. They were supposed to be pretending right? He leaned right over weather she expected it or not and gave her a deep passionate kiss. The kind of kiss that a husband would give a wife, and though it started as a joke.... He slipped a little tongue in there because damn if he didn't enjoy it. He pulled away from the kiss almost as quickly as he surprised her with it. Turning back to Marty he smiled again.
"You got a bathroom? Then maybe we can find a corkscrew? I mean, we gotta at least offer ya a glass we're going through all this trouble of disturbing you. We can toast too new neighbors." Jack was just beaming with friednly neighborness. Marty was digging the vibe. His last neighbor was a grouchy old dick. It was going to be nice to have a neighhbor he didn't mind inviting over for a couple of beers and a barbeque in the backyard. Honestly, Marty didn't have alot of adult male friends.
At least not the kind you didn't talk to online or over the computer. He often felt a whole in his life. The kind of hole that came from not really every talking to anyone. He had his video games and his nerdy little animes and he was a big fan of youtube. He could spend hours and hours just surfing videos, but he didn't have alot of go out and hang out friends. "Sure I can show you to the can."
This was the weirdest date night he could remember. Marty stood up and opened the door for Joey. Joey stepped inside the proverbial third wheel from hell. It was because of Joey that Clara couldn't confront Sally when Marty and Jack left the room. Marty led Jack upstairs. "This way. The uh.... downstairs bathroom is messed up." Jack turned to see the poor asshole that Marty let inside and he recognized him as a mutant. He was just a Delta mutant, but he was a shceming little bastard.
One of the reasons that Joey kept asking for money then disappearing for months at the time was because G.A.D.E.M. had been after him for awhile now. Joey wasn't as much of a fuck up as everyone thought. They judged him harshly. He just needed some cash to lie low while he gave GADEM the slip. His schemes were just a way for him to pocket a little quick cash to find a seedy motel to lie low in for awhile. No one knew Joey was a mutant. Not even Marty. Joey had the ability to transform objects into glass. It wasn't the most useful of powers but anything he touched he could turn into glass. Imagine if he punched you in the jaw. Jack followed Marty up the stairs. His back was to Clara but he reached for the cool handle of his pistol in the front of his wasitband just to be reassured by it's weight. He turned back to Sally and winked at her. "I'll be right back babe. Gotta drain the lizard. Don't miss me too much." He said and blew her a kiss.
Post by Marty Mckenna on Jun 18, 2018 23:05:08 GMT
Marty smiled at the sight of the neighbors. Jack seemed endlessly cool. He had broad rippling shoulders and he looked like what he imagined a Hollywood talent scout would have a wet dream over. I mean gosh, was there ever a more lady pleasing face?!?!? He had some serious jealous vibes going at the moment, though he also thought it was his chance to finally secure a non internet adult friend that he could do stuff with.
He loved Clara, a lot. More than anything. And he knew that she loved him too, but if there was one complaint Marty had always thought she might have had was that he wasn't tough enough... Or Alpha male enough. It was silly and it was never ever even hinted at by Clara, but he always was a little self conscious of his male ego. Marty was just a lovable squishynerdy little guy. He had his comic books, the ones featuring the adventures of Captain Badass or Mr. Obnoxious (Another fictional super hero) But those were fictional examples of tough guys. Jack seemed tough. He just oozed that rugged potential. Marty wished secretly he could be more like him so no, he didn't mind their interruption.
Showing Jack the bathroom Marty waited at the top of the stairs. He could see over the railing that the girls were getting along and talking. Joey was sitting at the end of the couch already working on that bottle of wine. Marty shook his head and couldn't help but laugh. He loved his brother. He was a bit of a free loader, and 100% a pain in the ass, but he was a good kid. Marty knew he was a good kid he just had some impulse control issues and a little debt. Marty watched a moment longer before he slipped into his room.
He was barefoot and stepped on the broken pieces of the little black ear piece. "Ow! What the hell?" He mumbled as he clicked on a light and saw the black triangle destroyed. Marty didn't put two and two together that his girlfriend wasn't being completely honest. He did wonder what the hell this thing was and why it was suddenly destroyed, but he didn't assume Clara in the slightest. Like I said.... Marty was too trusting for his own good.
In the bathroom Jack was slipping the clip out of his pistol. He checked to make sure it was loaded and he pulled back the slide. One in the chamber. He had the water in the sink running. To drown out the noise of him checking his weapon. He put the safety on and slipped the clip back inside it. He slipped it down the back of his pants and pulled his shirt down neatly over it. Pulling out a bug from his pocket Felix undid the smoke alarm by standing on the toilet. He slipped a listening device into the smoke alarm and replaced it as if it had never been tampered with. He wasn't sure what kind of secrets he would here in here, but if anything this was a top of the line microphone. If the door was left open it could easily hear down the hall.
Jack opened the door smiling. "Thanks Buddy. Let's get that glass of wine. " He said smiling broadly and leaning another listening device stuck under the hand railing on the stairs. It was in the shadow, easy to miss. Jack was just a natural player at this game. He came down the stairs and smiled at Joey. He knew who he was. He had seen him on a GADEM Watch list. He seriously injured a high ranking GADEM offical. GADEM Had a long memory and a history of holding grudges. There was a bonus to any agent that brought his little ass in. His smile grew wider. "What shall we toast too?" Jack asked as Joey handed him a glass. Marty looked around.
It was late sure, but he had no immediate plans of going to bed. He could still sex up his girlfriend after company left and she did say she was super sorry about being late, maybe she wouldn't be overly upset by this little distraction. Maybe she would just roll with it, because after all if she had been on time they would have had more time together anyways. Marty poured a glass for Clara and sat back down beside her. He sat in between Joey and Clara and wrapped his arms around her arm. "So uh...How you liking the neighborhood?" Marty asked. Taking a sip of his wine. He was asking them questions that was only going to prolong their visit. He wasn't making it any easier on Clara.
Last Edit: Jun 18, 2018 23:05:44 GMT by Marty Mckenna
Post by Clara Winslow on Jun 19, 2018 10:47:36 GMT
Clara’s mind was ablaze, she didn’t know who they really were but she was going to do her damn best to find out and she’s rip them apart for even coming near Marty. She hated every second sitting there, every muscle in her body was on edge and her back tensed, much to the dismay of her bruised back. Still, she’d endure a hundred bruises, a thousand cuts and whatever the hell else had to be better than faking a conversation with two GADEM agents. They knew where Marty lived now, they knew her sole weakness and she was scared what that meant for them. Some part of her mind whispered a solution, one that would inevitably keep Marty safe but she was afraid what they’d do to her once she surrendered. Clara wasn’t a mutant, she didn’t have that special gene mutation like her father, GADEM didn’t need to study her to know what she was made of. They could execute her, she was strong willed but she wasn’t sure how she’d survive rigorous torture if they chose to punish her for her acts against them.
She bit down on the soft flesh on the inside of her cheek, there was a subtle taste of iron that rode over her taste buds as she tried to keep calm within the chaos of the moment shroud in a calm façade. Clara leaned into Marty, maybe in an effort to shield him from them, she couldn’t do much when Felix asked to use the bathroom but she was itching to rip his fucking head off his shoulders. There was a brief moment she saw the smug smirk on Alex’s face, she believed the front of Sally to be broken purely because the agent chose to do it.
She was torn, offering to take Jack would leave him with Sally and if she went with them she’d be leaving Joey with them. Her head was thudding with a painful headache, she knew she’d find no rest in slumber that night. Instead she’d be worried the entire night, if these bastards didn’t just shoot Marty and Joey and drug her off. She wanted to shove Joey in a closet to confront Sally up front but there was no fucking way she’d conceal her obscure vengeful activities from either brother then.
Clara hated herself in that dreadful moment, she brought this whole thing onto Marty and it was her fault. For two whole years she stayed under their radar, very much a pest but she was nothing more but a potential ghost with no identity. She supposed her royal fuck up was when she started taking on too many covert operations of her own on a much too frequent schedule. Her fingers subtly dug into the skin of her palm until the pain somewhat kept her rage in check. These two didn’t have the mundane feeling of the every day GADEM agent, she couldn’t fend of both of them and keep Marty and Joey safe, she was trapped in an impossible dead end.
Clara took her wine glass with a thankful nod to Marty, her eyes narrowed at Jack as she held the glass to the air with a light tilt. “Let’s toast to freedom”, the words slipped off her tongue with ease as she swallowed up the venomous tone of her words so Marty wouldn’t get suspicious. “Please, excuse me for a second”, she kept a steady gaze on them out of the corner of her eye while she stepped into the kitchen for a quick second. when she felt safe to she let out an exhale coated in worry, reached into the fridge and pulled out what was left of the cake. She collected small plates and a knife to cut though the cake, her shoulders straightened as she set it between them on the low coffee table.
Clara lifted her chin to look at the façade of a happily married couple, cut a few slices and left the knife within reaching distance. She needed them to know she wasn’t prepared to let them hurt Marty, or Joey for that matter. Clara knew it then, if she had to give it all up and surrender to protect Marty she’d do it without a second thought, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t put in an effort to escape thereafter.
“If someone’s craving a little cake”, she looked down to her palms, one resting over her knee with her fingertips inches away from the knife. “Don’t choke on it, wouldn’t want to be arrested for accidentally killing the neighbors”, her lips tilted into a light chuckle, it wasn’t the kind of things she normally said but it was the closest she could come to a real conversation without all the cloak and dagger crap they were forcing her into.
Alex had to force away the roll of her eyes at the clumsy tumble from the window, it was almost comical. They were here for a regular killer on GADEM’s agents, instead she had a boyfriend who walked around with a Minecraft sword, whoever the hell was stuck in the window and the girl wore her boyfriend’s goofy face. Alex wasn’t a stranger to odd circumstances but this was almost enough to make her head sway, she’d much rather just grab the girl and drag her away regardless of who put up a fight against it. Still, she’d follow Felix’s lead for a little while, until she found his method tedious with no real results.
She was caught of guard for a second, it didn’t show to the naked eye but her fingers curled inward at the sudden press of his lips against hers. Alex didn’t mind the kiss too much, he was a damn good kisser, a little cocky maybe when he slipped in a little tongue but a good kisser nonetheless. For a second she wanted to lean in more, discover what other feelings he could stir up but she was more than capable of setting her priorities. Still, she couldn’t help but to tug at his lip with her teeth for a second before he pulled away.
She had to give Felix points for maintaining an excellent cover, she wasn’t used to having a capable partner and then again, she was certain he was fairly expert in a lot of fields that wired up her interests. She ended up smiling at the young girl more capable than some of their agents, there was no opportunity for a real conversation with prying ears just feet away.
Sally found herself glaring playfully at Jack, a forced expression hiding actual distaste and a glare, perhaps because he was one of the few with enough balls to stand up to her but she’d still give him hell for it. “Of course honey, I’m sure Clara and I can keep each other company in the meantime”, she turned to look at Clara with a curious glance. She didn’t understand how someone without proper training could keep from GADEM’s resources for so long. It was astonishing and annoying at the same time.
“So Clara, what do you do job wise? By the looks of it you’re very athletic, sports perhaps?”, the words left her lips with an ominous undertone that barely anyone would notice. She relaxed back into the couch feeling the cool touch of the gun tucked into the back of her waistband, it was almost uncomfortable but she didn’t mind.
“I’m a waitress, I do little light jogging every now and then ”, Clara forced a cheery interest, Alex didn’t need to be a telepath to sense the girl’s distrust but it was rightfully placed. Clara had to know fucking with GADEM would bite her in the ass someday, regardless of collateral damage.
Eventually, when Felix and Marty returned she found herself gladly accepting the glass of wine, she slid her nails into Felix’s thigh in a bold move to show off her affection for her ‘husband’ and leaned forward for the toast. She laughed softly at Clara’s toast, tilted her glass to the air and sipped on the addictive taste of the wine littering the crystalline borders.
“We just had dinner, but thanks for the offer. You’re all so kind”, she smiled brightly, another fake of course, but at least she could see the other two bought their cover. It was only Clara who was tensed at their presence, it was subtle but it was there to the trained eye and Alex was as trained as it got. Besides, she was certain that there was more to a quick bathroom break than Felix led on, no doubt he had at least one bug planted up there while she was stranded with Clara’s distrusting gaze.
Felix stood there with a wine glass in hand. A phony smile on his lips and his hand resting on the but of his gun. His arm was tucked nealy behind his back. With all the toasts in th world he couldn't give a shit less about these people and their piddly ass problems. He was only here for one reason and that reason was staring him in the face.
He stood directly across from Clara. "You have a beautiful home. To freedom. And to never loosing that freedom due to the stupid choices we make." He said with a smile and raised his glass a little higher. Yes, he was talking directly to Clara... Marty looked around a little confused.
"Okay, yeah let's not all BE IDIOTS AND GET OUR ASSES LOCKED UP!" Marty laughed uncomfortably not sure what was going on. "I can't go to prison. I have come hither lips and child bearing hips." He joked. Felix didn't laugh. He was staring at Clara almost in an intense angry way now.
His wine glass had fallen down by his waist. He licked his lips. Felix was tired of this shit. This constant run around. They had mutants at the facility that could erase memories so why were they beating around the fucking bush. "Nope. Can't do it." Felix said suddenly shaking his head. He set his wine glass down. Here came his moment of truth.
He was about to reveal his truer intentions and become an honest man.... Or, he could do what he actually did and whip out a gun and shoot Joey in the leg. The round ejected from the chamber and Felix caught it was it flew out of the slide. The muzzle of his gun pressed against Marty's temple. "Clara. Honey. Now I'm going to need you to do as I say now . Or the next time you want to see your boyfriends squishy lil face will have to on that fucking t-shirt. Are you listening? Good I'm glad I could get your attention."
On the floor Joey was rolling around and crying. "My fucking leg! What kind of psycho are you man?!?!?" Marty was freaking out. "Woah woah hey... Just be cool. Clara don't worry babe." "Shut up!" Felix hissed in his ear. "Just shut up."
Marty didn't listen. He only wanted to sooth his girlfriend who he thought might be nervous wreck right now. "Baby it's okay just don't do anything crazy and we'll make it out of this alive." Felix laughed.
"Maybe she will. The big bad agent hunter. We'll make her an agent. She'll hunt down the same mutant motherfuckers she's been so desperate to protect. Like that little piece of shit over there." Felix nodded towards Joey. "The lies are over sweetie. Now here's how this shit's gone play out.
You're going to put down whatever little weapon you managed to get your grubby little hands on over there in the kitchen. Then, you're going to take my partners cuffs and slip them on real slow and calm like. If you come with us.... You're boyfriend won't have to know what this shit is.
Hell, we'll even wipe his memory for you! We were going to have to do it anyway." Felix winked at her with a smirk. "We can make it so he never even fucking knew you existed!" Marty struggled against Felix's grasp.
"What are you talking about man? How many bottles of wine did you have BEFORE you came over?" Felix ignored Marty and his stupid jokes. Though his jokes had a purpose. They distracted him long enough for him to in his hands towards the scissors on the table and grab them.
Marty jammed them into Felix's thigh. Felix screamed as Marty wrestled the gun away from him quickly. He was a surprsing little shit. Felix hadn't expected something like that from the dorky boyfriend with the bedroom full of toys. "Clara run!" Marty cried and shot Alex in the chest. It was a shoulder wound.
Just a shoulder wound. Marty's aim wasn't as good as he thought. He shot her because she had a gun on Clara and he turned to run out through the kitchen when a second gunshot rang out. Marty fell in the doorway. Just out of sight. As Felix pulled a spare pistol from under his jacket.
"Now that that shit's over... How bout we resume our regularly scheduled programming." He dropped a pair of cuffs on the table. "You're choice bitch. But you still got friends to kill." Felix said aiming the gun at Joey who had grown quiet as he stared at the gun, and his own mortality.
Post by Clara Winslow on Jun 19, 2018 14:23:02 GMT
Clara could see through the fake smile planted over Jack’s lips, or whatever the fuck his colleagues called him. she didn’t allow her intense glare to shift from his features, she could feel the taste of chaos slowly burn to life in the air, shit was gonna hit the fan and she was seriously outgunned against these two sneaky bastards. Her stupid choices were made for the freedom and safety of mutants that didn’t deserve GADEM’s persecution, it wasn’t dumb, it was brave. She stood up against a shady government organization despite her own fears and doubts, and this asshole was going to stand for the cruel acts they forced onto the world – there was no way she’d be sorry for what she did.
Her fingers subtly pulled the knife to her, tucked it’s blade under the skin of her thigh and glared up at the asshole, she didn’t have time to laugh at Marty’s joke while her heart beat out of her chest and the crimson stain on her fingers bled to life, she was going to kill them. Every last one of them. Clara wanted to feel the cold metal of her gun in her hand or the hard hilt of a knife, she needed anything more than a fucking knife she got from Marty’s kitchen. Something with enough potential to rip these assholes apart, piece by piece
She felt herself shift, she wanted to be between Marty and Jack before the asshole pulled some stupid stunt that killed the man she loved. The harsh echo of the bullet ripping through the air was almost worse than seeing it embed into Joey’s leg. Her eyes grew wide, her fingers curled around the knife with enough force to turn her knuckles a sickly white color. She found herself glaring at the dick, he was faster than she anticipated.
His every word echoed in her mind with a painful stab, Marty’s temple was victim to the fatal threat of the gun’s muzzle. She could feel herself shaking, this was exactly what she didn’t want happening, ever. “Call me honey again and I’m shoving that gun so far up your ass you’ll be eating bullets for aa month”, she couldn’t look Marty in the eye, this was the part of her she always wanted shoved into a deep dark corner that no one would know.
Alex glared at her partner, he was brash and impulsive and she hated how much his tactics resembled hers. Still, she preferred to keep quiet, aiming her own gun at Clara’s temple, there was nothing the girl could do. Move and she’d kill both Marty and herself, Joey was already bleeding to shit on the floor, she wasn’t a stranger to the agonizing tear of a bullet through tender flesh.
She tried giving Joey a reassuring nod, even if he and Marty had no idea what she was capable of. She turned to Marty with a sad smile at his words, he was trying so hard to make her feel better. Clara hated herself almost as much as she Hated these two fuckers for putting Marty in this situation. “Marty, I’m so sorry for everything, this wasn't ever supposed to happen. Just do what the bastard says, okay?”, she swallowed the tears she held for the worry that probably flooded his mind and felt the ruthless gaze wash over face. The same ruthless touch to her features she held when she slit throats and gutted GADEM agents.
She looked to Joey with wide eyes, she had absolutely no idea he was a fucking mutant. He was a bonus to their assault on her and she would be the cause for ruining Marty’s life and that of his brother. “I won’t do shit for you or the people you work for”, she hated that fucking smirk on his face. She knew Marty must have been extremely confused, he didn’t know what was going on – not in the way she did. A life without Marty wouldn’t be a life worth living, if he didn’t remember her she’d be the same wreck of a vengeance filled murdered that he brought back from the brink of a shattered humanity.
“I’ll kill you, I’ll fucking tear you apart; you cocky bastard”, her voice was shaky from trying to conceal the anger and fury driving through her like the roll of magma. Giving herself up didn’t guarantee Marty’s safety, she didn’t trust GADEM or their promises. Clara was shocked, mildly impressed even, at Marty’s bladed assault to Felix’s leg. She was even more impressed with his wrestle for the gun, her every move was controlled by the cold barrel of Alex’s gun. Until she got shot that is, Clara whipped around and plunged the knife into Alex’s wounded shoulder over the bullet wound.
Alex yelled out painfully moments before firing out a last bullet before she unable to carry the weight of her gun with her wounded arm, She still shot out her other hand curled into a fist and grinned at the audible crack of Clara’s nose. Clara hissed painfully unable to truly worry about the blood rushing through her nose and coating half her face in dark crimson. Clara saw Marty fall beyond the doorway, there was no way in hell she’d let these bastards near him.
She was too late to stop Felix from pulling another pistol, she looked to Joey with a confident nod. “How about we play by my fucking rules”, she threw her full weight into Felix’s outstretched arm before shoving her elbow in his nose with as much force as she could muster. He was stronger than Clara, she tried shoving his wrist into a low shelf twice before she gripped the gun from his palms.
Clara was about to pull the gun’s aim on Felix himself when Alex’s heeled boot dove into her gut, she couldn’t keep a grasp on the gun for much longer after she doubled over gasping for air. In an effort to keep the firearm away from the bastards she threw it through a window before putting herself between Joey, Marty and the GADEM assholes.
“I don’t know how the fuck you found me in the first place, but I’m not letting you anywhere near them”, she turned to look over her shoulder with an urgency in her gaze, “Ignore the pain, get Marty and fucking run!”. Clara wasn't sure if Joey even knew who GADEM was but she was positive whatever his ability was, it could at least offer them some help on the run. Whether she was with them or not. She turned back to Jack and Sally or whatever the fuck they were even called, forced a bloody grin over her lips and curled her fingers into fists. There was no way she’d be fast enough to take them both out but she could at least work to distract them long enough for Marty and Joey to get somewhere safe.
“I'll give it you to sweetheart, you have balls but you're obviously very bad at math. There's no way this works out the way you want it to”, Alex held her shoulder as blood gushed out of the wound, she ripped the knife from her skin and held it painfully aimed in her other. Her tongue flicked out over her lip, she was impressed with the girl’s dedication but she was also itching to put an end to the theatrical bullshit.
There was a another hollow shot that rang out in the small New York home. The end of Felix's gun was smoking and Joey, poor Joey laid dead in the floor. There was no chance for a great escape. "Had to do it. You, forced my hand. You stupid bitch!" Felix pointed the gun at Clara. He was down with this game. "Drop it. Drop every fucking part of it. Park your ass on the ground!" He snapped. Moving across the room he grabbed her by the hair and cold clocked her right in her messed up nose with his gun.
This is what happens when you play god. This is what happesn when you think you can fight the governemtn. The governement gets pissed and does something you won't like very much. Like sending an asshole like Felix knocking at your door. Felix shoved Clara down to the floor. Her head banged off the side of the coffee table. Joey was nothing more than a blood puddle soaking into the carpet. Felix didn't know what his ability was... Or if he was dangerous.
Hell he only glimpsed the mugshot of him the last time he was picked up for vagrancy for sleeping on a park bench. Honestly it didn't matter. All that mattered was his night was about to be a whole lot more fun. No, there wouldn't be sleep tonight. He was going to be up all night with her. He snapped one cuff of his hand cuffs around Clara's writ and jerked it violently behind her back. He wasn't gentle. Hell, he hope he dislocated her arm.
That was only the beginning of the fun they were going to have tonight. He could find a spot. A nice private little spot out in the middle of nowhere to pull the wire cutters and blow torches in his trunk to good use. He'd start with the fingernails and move on to pulling teeth. Burning off toes one at a time with a blow torch. Then when he was good and warmed up he might actually ask her a few questions. All that prelude was just for his frustation. But hey, sometimes you have to blow off a little steam right?
Felix turned to Alex. His knee pressed firmly into the wrist pinned against Clara's back. "You okay partner? You let them get the drop on you. That was sloppy." He smirked. He didn't have time for lectures. He was all ego and adrenaline and the thought of getting her in his torture chair for a round of fun had him feeling hard as concrete. He got off on the job. He was doing Uncle Sam a great big ass favor and he was getting paid a government salary to have the time of his life. This was no different that working black ops. The kind of shit you never heard about. The classified redacted shit that never makes it to the official record.
Felix turned and nodded to Marty who was starting to move and Alex despite her pain was able to get over there and get the cuffs on him. She hauled his sorry ass outside and shoved him in the trunk of the car. Marty was barely aware of what was happening when the trunk slammed in his face. "Ow!" He complained from inside the trunk kicking and screaming. Alex would then turn to see a shadowy figure stepping inside the bedroom window from the little landing that offered access to the roof from the bedroom window.
Inside Felix was leaning down and taunting Clara... "You know what. I think I'm going to let me watch you kill Marty. It'll give you something to think about while you die." He snickered. He was about to snap the other cuff over her other writs when an ice cycle pierced through his hand and pinned it to the coffee table. Felix screamed in pain and fell over. Freeing Clara in the process. Felix was spasming and jerking wildly trying to reach the ice cycle though every time he moved it only hurt worse. The tip of the ice cycle was shiny and red with blood as it touched the floor beneath it froze there. Ice spread out across the floor and made sure that thing was going to be a bitch to get out.
The hard line between justice and rightousness gets real blurry sometimes. This city was filled with scumbags and low lifes. The worst kind of filth. A whole manor of humanity swimming down the cracks of the sidewalk looking for the nearest drain to exit. This city's soul lied in the sewers. The wind ripped viciously at Splashdown's long flowing jacket. It looked like a trench coat, but it was jet black. It flowed elogantly down to past his shins and with it he wore black boots, black pants and a black hoody, hood raised up.
His face was obcured by a black mask with LED lights lacing the front in X patterns for the eyes and a stitched up mouth. The symbol of justice in this city. That mask was a symbol for hope. At least he liked to think so. He sat perched on the neighbors roof. He had been watching for awhile now. All of his research. All of his fact checking had let him here. Clara Winslow. He had been tailing her all day. He was there when she killed the two agents, stopping to take a moment to answer a phone call. He was here when she ran across the lawn to hide the bodies.
Splashdown had seen all of it. His face unreadable. A blankness void of emotion and feeling. Only two blue eyes that stared out from behind the criss crossed neon. Splashdown was crouching. His elbows resting on his knees as his gloved hands adorned in fingerless leather tightened into fists. His eyes narrowed as he he heard gunshots. He didn't wait. He dropped to his backside and slide down the roof. Gravity and momentum carrying him towards the edge. His arm stretched out as he slid faster and faster. Fingers raking along the shingles producing a tiny scratching sound as leather scraped.
He hit the edge of the roof and turned to liquid. Dripping down the pipe of the 3 story house and coming out of the drainage pipe. He spilled into the yard and formed the shape of a man at a dead run the second he came out of the pipe. Drops of water bouncing and springing to life adding to the form of his figure and chasing him across the yard. His body regenerated piece by piece. At first the water only formed a pair of running legs, then it built his toros and the rest of him as he moved swiftly. Sliding across the stree like a baserunner coming into second base his back hit Felix's car.
His arsenal... A shoulder holster carrying two water pistols and a few water ballons hanging from his waste. Child's play in anyone else's hands. Deadly in his own well practiced fingers. Splashdown heard more shots and he knew he must hurry. He had to save Clara. She was his only hope. The others were important to him, but not as much as Clara. Clara was vital! Splashdown ran and jumped against the fence. Kicking off with his momentume he turned and shifted his body in the air to grab hold of the roof's ledge. He pulled himself up and quickly moved across the roof until he found an open window.
He slipped inside. Unnoticed. Stepping into the room he saw all manor of toys and collectables. It looked much like his bedroom to be honest. He had some of the same comic books strewn across his messy floor. He smiled at the sight of a playstation 4 and under other circumstances, curiosity would have made him browse his game collection just to see what he was into ..... But there was no time. He slippd into the hallway. His back against the wall and his step light....
He heard raised voices. "You know what.... I think I'm going to let you watch me kill Marty...It'll give you something to think about while you die." She was alive! Then he wasn't too late. Splashdown needed her helps, and it wasn't too late. He frowned seeing the body of a young boy... Not much older than himself by the looks of it. He wished he could have been in time to save him... But his death might have bought them time. He saluted the guy with a graceful nod.
He saw the man about to place Clara in cuffs and fully lock her up. He ripped a water pistol out of it's holster and shot a few times. The water sailed through the air and he solidified it in mid air. It was a flying raging spike that pinned Felix to the table. Splashdown jumped over the upstairs railing and landed in a crouch. "Clara Winslow! Come with me! I need to get you to safety!" He said. He grabbed Clara and stood up with her. Alex came back inside and saw the stranger in the mask. She didn't ask questions she only pulled the trigger but it was too late.
Splashdown turned himself and Clara into a puddle of water that ran across the hardwood floor and slipped out of the door. It drained over the side edge and across the cement patio... The water kept moving, against the rules of physics and up hills and over cracks until they were blocks away. When he knew they were safe Splashdown allowed their bodies to reform. It might have been a bit unpleasent for the girl. Being in water form that is.... If you don't know how to breath right, it feels a bit like drowning, but he made sure she was safe. He smiled at her. Not wanting to take off his mask but still, wishing to ease her worries. "Those were bad people. I had to get you to safety. My name is Splashdown. And i need your help!"
Last Edit: Jun 20, 2018 17:08:29 GMT by Splashdown
Post by Clara Winslow on Jun 20, 2018 19:57:48 GMT
Clara’s shoulders shook at the sudden tear of a bullet through the air, her eyes grew wide and her heart sank at the big pool of crimson already pooling underneath Joey’s lifeless body. She turned to Felix with a look doused in pure, raw hatred. Every fiber of her being begged her fingers to rip through his skin and tear his flesh apart. Clara wanted to see him hurt, see him burn for the bullet he fired. Marty was still there, she was scared for him and by the awful way events unfolded she hardly thought she stood a chance. Her eyes were steady, a steely grip of utter hate and anger washing over them like a burning inferno. She couldn’t do what he asked, she refused to comply to his angry requests after he shot Joey. Clara stood straight, forced her shoulders back and lit a fire in a confidence she didn’t know she possessed.
Her lips parted in a painful hiss at his rough grasp on her hair, she didn’t know the vague endless abyss of pain quite like she did when the gun’s cold steel slammed into her already busted nose. Clara gasped, yelling out painfully as more blood showered her lips, rode onto her taste buds and washed over the edge of her chin until her shirt was doused in a deep crimson. Marty’s face was covered in blood, even if it was just a picture, it made her awfully terrified for his future.
Clara knew she had to look ten times worse than she felt, her face was rippling n an agonizing pain and the harsh impact of her temple against the coffee table did nothing to dull the discomfort. She hissed painfully, she refused to yell, refused to give him any second’s worth of satisfaction. The last thing he’d get from her was a bloody hand digging into his chest cavity, she’d rip his cold heart out with her bare fingers if she had to.
Clara was scared though, she wouldn’t tell or show but she was genuinely frightened at what lengths he’d go to ruin her. She could see the dark touch to his already angry glare and she was afraid what torturous methods were rolling around in his mind. Clara was never exposed to that kind of suffering, she knew how bruises and cuts felt like but she didn’t know the true pain of absolute torture.
She didn’t have the words to speak, she wasn’t sure if she could beg for Marty’s life, they wouldn’t give a shit about him and much less about her dying wish. The cuff he closed around her wrist was too tight, she could feel her fingers grow numb under the pressure but it was nothing compared to the dull crack in her shoulder. She was almost sure he dislocated her shoulder, her lips couldn’t contain the painful yell that echoed in the air with a brutally horrible tone. She tried struggling, tried to shove the knee he pressed into her pinned arm but it did nothing except prolong and electrify the pain rippling through her shoulder and leaving her fingers shaking in response.
“Don’t do this! Leave him alone! He did nothing to you!”, her yells were painful, she had to spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the floor when a cough racked her chest. “Just fucking stop!”, she was helpless watching Alex haul him outside, her worst fears were coming to life and it tore her apart piece by piece. Her heart shattered and tears threatened her lids, she had to swallow the overwhelming guilt and worry to even think. Marty was in danger only because of her and he hardly deserved whatever devious crap these people had in mind for him.
She struggled, painfully so but she still tried to break free from Felix’s heavy pressure against her back. When he taunted her, threatened to kill Marty and make her watch she couldn’t help but scream out an angry groan. “I’ll fucking kill you, you sick bastard!”, the threat travelled through gritted teeth and left a painful taste on her lips. Her whole body fucking hurt, that wasn’t even taking into account her mind burying her in guilty thoughts and endless worry for Marty’s safety.
She could feel the cold touch of the other cuff dancing dangerously by her other wrist, when she felt the relief of Felix’s pressure washing away in the loud scream of pain she rolled onto her side and forced herself to a shaky stance. The icicle piercing his palm brought a bloody grin to her lips, Clara couldn’t help but kick her foot into his groin with all the strength she had left, she couldn’t help but grip her fingers around his jaw with a dangerous glare dancing in his gaze.
“You’re a dead man”, she heard the loud thuds of someone running up those porch steps, Clara turned to the stranger who saved her life before she was made victim to Felix’s dark mind with a final punch into Felix’s nose with her good arm. Clara buckled under the painful tug of her shoulder, she was thankful for his help but she wanted to save Marty regardless of her wrecked face and painful nerves. Clara’s argument grew dull as she felt the nauseating shift from a solid to water, her eyes grew wide at the sight of their location. It was blocks away from where she needed to be, had to be to save the man she loved.
“No, this is wrong. I need to go back”, Clara was grasping her knotted hair with frustration, she turned to Splashdown with a determined gaze washing over her features. She wasn’t an idiot, she knew Marty was leverage and she was in no condition to fight. “I take it you have some place safe, we need to get off the streets”, her voice was shaky, broken even as she swallowed the tears of leaving Marty behind. She was shocked at her ability to trust a person hiding behind a mask and almost iconic attire but only because he risked himself saving her from GADEM, he was a mutant and right now he was the only hope she had.
Alex rolled her eyes at the all too familiar bang of a gunshot, she watched with disinterest as Joey’s eyes rolled lifelessly to the back of his head. It was almost euphoric really, she didn’t mind the sight of death or the smell of agony, it was the world the thrived in, clutched in the echoes of war and carnage. This wasn’t how she wanted the night to go though, she was meticulous in her purpose and strategic but even after the bloodshed they had the girl cornered. A little worse for wear but cornered nonetheless. Alex clutched her shoulder, the knife already removed from her flesh, it hurt like a bitch but it was far easier to handle than the countless marks cut into her back from that damned prison.
Clara got what was coming to her, Alex didn’t really blame the girl for a vengeance filled path but she blamed the youngster’s stupidity to rise against the government. It was reckless and it got someone close to her killed with the raw potential to rule out the man she loved. Brutal really, but the way the world shifted under the scrutinizing touch of an agency far more powerful than a single girl’s wrath.
“I’m fine, just mind your own fucking business princess”, she stared down at Felix with the threat of imminent death dancing in her glare. She was only caught of guard because she hardly expected some fucking dorky asshole to pull a gun on her, if Felix had a better grip she wouldn’t be stuck with a bullet hole in the first place. She sauntered past him where she found Marty slumped behind the kitchen wall, poor guy really wasn’t meant for the rough dealings of GADEM.
“Come on!”, she was rough as she slammed the cold cuffs over Marty’s wrists with more force than she supposed was necessary. Alex used her good arm to pull him to his feet and roughly shoved him towards the door, she gave an almost sarcastic little salute to Clara as she disappeared through the doorway with Marty. It was fairly easy shoving him into the trunk, one foot kicking under his knee until he tripped inside the confined space, she heard the soft yelp of pain as she closed the trunk but it wasn’t really any of her concern.
Alex barely even noticed the slither of a shadowy figure stepping inside the bedroom window, “fuck”, the word left her mouth in haste as she ripped open the door and pulled a gun from her bag. She sprinted into the threshold of the house to see Felix stuck to the coffee table with an icicle penetrating the flesh of his palm. Her eyes shifted to Clara and some asshole dressed in a fucking Halloween costume disappearing into a puddle of water, her bullet pierced nothing but air.
“Shit!”, she dropped the firearm to her side, walked over to Felix with an exasperated sigh and drove the heel of her boot into the icicle. It shattered at the hard touch, most of it anyway. “Who’s sloppy now?”, she held a bloody palm to her shoulder before leaning back against the wall with an exasperated sigh, “I need a fucking drink”. Alex didn’t bother waiting for Felix as she made her way back to the car. Her palm reached out to grasp the phone tucked under a jacket on the back seat, calling a familiar number she pressed the cold device to her ear and waited impatiently tapping her finger against her leg.
“This is Agent Turner, we need clean up ASAP. I’ll send you the address”, not waiting for a response she ended the call before sending a precise location to a division of GADEM specializing in making a place look like nothing ever happened. She leaned her back against the car before painfully pressing a palm to her still bleeding shoulder, next time she saw the bitch she’d put a bullet through her skull.
Felix wasn't sure how or why, but somehow he had lost a step. It was embarassing, and he spent a good portion of his night moping on the couch. He wasn't atuned to failure. He had never had occasion to taste the salty bitter taste of defeat on the tip of his tongue. He stayed up staring at his sidearm for most of the night. The gun that shot his partner and caused all manor of havoc. He was stupid enough to let that dorky fuck get his hands on his gun. Though it would have pleased him to go downstairs and tear Marty limb from limb, he had to stay focused.
He had to remember that Adam Lithe would want a status report and he wouldn't be very happy to find out their leverage was beaten to death. Felix usually had supervision when he interogated. He had a tendency to get a littlle....Carried away. In the corner of the room was a tripod set up with a camera. His eyes shifted to it briefly as he sat on the couch in front of the little side coffee table. After their meeting he was going to make a little video for Clara Winslow. That bitch. He was going to drop it on her doorstep and leave it there with a nice pretty bow. He wanted her hurting.
There was a fucking hole in his hand. About the size of a quarter, but it went clean through. He could feel the air licking at his hand and the hiss of warmth from inside it radiating through his palm. Holding his hand up to his face it was hotter than the other. Almost like a little furnace. His internal body heat spilling out through the hole and giving him all the more reason to be pissed. He spent his time alternating between staring at his gun and staring at the hole in his hand. Someone who might've come across him might've assumed he as about to do something dark...
Though it was his process to sit in a dark room and think about things. He needed darkness to snap his mind into focus and he needed quite to gather his thoughts and push them into the right directions. They were meeting Adam LIthe soon. Alex came downsairs and he looked up from his morbid thoughts and self pity. He couldn't help but smile a bit. Despite their fuck ups he turned into a different person around her. He was cockier, bolder...
He liked to think of himself as a practical man, but she made him do some very impractical things. He supposed the reason he wanted to show up on Marty's front steps was to impress her. It was his first day as an agent of GADEM and honestly he shouldn've been following the lead of the more experienced agent. But he wanted to impress her. He wanted to be the big badass who nabbed the target and wrapped up the case in a silver bow.
He had experience and a lot of it, but when dealing with mutants he was a dumbass and ill prepared. That's how he eneded up with a fucking hole in his hand. He looked over to her and his usually rough and hardened face softened. "Hey... Yesterday... That was all my fuck up. We should have done more recon before we went in there half cocked with no plan. I was winging it." Though his southern accent made the word sound like he said wanging it. "I'm sorry. How's your shoulder?" He said. He still hadn't bandaged his hand. He was still busy staring through the whole and looking back at past mistakes and wondering how he should have done it different.ly.
Clara shifted quickly to the sound of Jesse’s voice breaking through the silence, she tried to wipe the red tint of crying from her eyes with a single thought. No one needed to see how vulnerable she felt, no matter the pain that ravaged her mind and her body she couldn’t allow it to sink into the glint littering her hazel eyes, she had to be strong and resilient or she’d shatter like glass. A hint of merciless mischief passed over her features, she was shifting back to that inhumane hunter that never gave up both for revenge and the safety of the mutant race. No one deserved to be massacred for something that was completely and utterly out of their control.
“I was hurt, now I’m motivated”, the words left her mouth tilting up in a happy grin as she forced her shoulder back and straight, bathed in that eternal confidence that drove her through the bloodshed and the pain. “I didn’t get this far because I shied away from heavy lifting at every scrape and bruise. I’ll be fine but thank you”, she appreciated his efforts to help her more than she could ever truly express but she would force herself forward against the waves of pain, for Marty she’d face it on repeat for an eternity.
“Give me the address”, she reached out to grasp on old pen collecting dust on a long counter, she held out the small item to her with the skin of her wrist begging the inky guidance. “I’ll meet you there in an hour, I’m nowhere near geared up”, she chuckled softly gesturing to the bright pink shirt donning her shoulders and quite frankly the lack of anything but her nails to draw blood. Clara waited until she saw the inky touch to her skin, memorized the address in her mind half a dozen times and walked towards the door with a smirk slowly setting over her features, Turner and Russel had no idea who the hell they pissed off.
She stopped for a second and turned to look at Jesse with a slightly embarrassed tint to her cheeks,, “I actually have no idea where we are, mind giving me a ride?”, she wasn’t even sure if he had a car or anything on wheels for that matter. Then again, his other unique way of traveling wasn’t a bother to her, it was quite exhilarating actually. There was a sense of relief traveling via a means that didn’t leave her intestines churning uncomfortably at the awkward sway of a solid to an utter liquid. Clara was wary, she didn’t want Joey to think she’d risk his loyalty for someone neither of them even knew but she was willing to trust Jesse or Splashdown, they were one in the same after all.
Once she figured out just where they were it became easy to lead Jesse straight to the familiar draw of Joey’s illegal support of firearms and anything deadly enough to draw blood. “There”, she gestured to the small shop tucked between a few others and a hopeful glint lit up in her gaze. “I’ll be right back”, She leaned into the car with a soft groan as her aching muscles complied before marching towards the open glass door welcoming all customers, those trading in illegal firearms more so than the regular asshole who bought the façade of a normal small time business. Joey’s shop came across as nothing more than a small businessman trying to sell cheap electronics, he had a shaved head with a slight beard and no one ever suspected him of being anything other than a dorky salesman. She saw the hesitation dance in his gaze for a few seconds, Clara stepped up to the counter with a confident stride and balanced her fingers on the edge with an expectant shrug of her shoulders.
“I need to cash in those favors Joey, now”, he looked over her shoulder at Jesse’s figure somewhat visible in the jeep, she tapped her nails onto the counter with a dangerously hasty glare. “Don’t worry about him, he’s a friend. I don’t have a lot of time”, Joey seemed to relax a bit before leaning forward even if there were no curious ears to steal the essence of their words.
“What do you need?”
Her lips tilted into a happy smile, “everything.”. the word was simple and perfect and powerful, Joey led her to the back with a roll of his eyes and left her to her own wits behind a closed door neatly packed away behind a tall bookcase. Clara looked like a new person in light of the high shelves packed with the widest array of weapons she’d ever seen. The first thing she did was dig out the duffel under old boxes worn from the weight of his shipments. It wasn’t long before Clara stepped back through and saluted Joey with a casual smirk, “I guess we’re even now”. Joey waved her off with a curious chuckle as she stepped outside into the bright embrace of the morning’s sun.
Clara looked like a new person, fitted pants that hugged her skin in a perfect caress, a dark red tank top dancing off the shape of her chest and a simple leather jacket to shield her shoulders. Clara carried a duffel over her shoulder and a fierce look in her gaze. inside she carried a set of guns, a new set of knives and a fucking sniper rifle. Clara was ready, if she couldn’t get back what she loved most with the deadly point of a bullet she’d tear it from GADEM with her bare hands. Her natural curls were tied back, a few rebellious strands slipped through the elastic and blew in front of her gaze.
Slipping back inside the jeep she couldn’t help but smile, this was where she thrived, a world drowning in chaos and secret wars society hardly even recognized and this was the closest she’d be to the person who would be able to save Marty. Clara didn’t see herself as a hero or a villain, she felt like a reaper or an executioner but she loved dealing blows to the bastards who deserved it.
“Thanks for waiting”, she shoved her duffel between her legs and drew a pair of silenced pistols she eagerly slipped into the holsters strapped tightly against her thighs. Clara didn’t give a single shit who saw her, they’d be dead soon after like all the others who met her blade before them. Clara slipped a knife into her boot, easy to reach and hard to spot. Her gaze slipped over to Jesse, she felt odd being so comfortable with someone she hardly even knew but she had to give him points for theatrics, his secret persona was a perfect way to keep the rough realities of dealing heroic blows from the sincerity of his true identity. It was too late for her to invest in the same idea, she simply had to clean the mess she made after the saved Marty.
“Let’s go fuck up a couple of GADEM assholes”, she found herself smiling for the first time since shit hit the fan. Clara was ready for war, hell, she was geared up for a fucking victory and her entire focus was set on saving Marty. Every step she took was a step closer to seeing the spirited life in his gaze and feel the warmth of his embrace, her only fear was him hating her for the secrets and the lies that led up to his brother’s death, his capture and the downfall in their trust.
Alex was surprised at the subtle shift of his naturally hardened features, she almost wanted to ask him if it was a nick in his ego that left him soft but she didn’t want to ruin the sincerity in his gaze. Her fingers reached up to caress the painful tug of the sutured hole tainting her skin, it was an almost automatic response to his question. She didn’t have the energy to be rude or cold, instead she nodded with confident smirk, hell, she wouldn’t be caught dead pissing over a simple bullet wound when there were much worse things she survived.
“We both fucked up, I could’ve pulled out if I wanted to”, she told him honestly with a simple nod and reached down to tuck her gun into the back of her waistband where the jacket donning her shoulders hid it from sight. “Shoulder’s fine, little worse for wear but I’ll manage”, she stepped up to him with a casual nonchalance and reached out to grab his hand. Alex’s eyes rolled over the gaping hole with a soft frown, she didn’t care if he wanted help or not so she pulled against his wrist until she could hold his hand over the sink in the kitchen.
“Move and I’ll put a bullet in your kneecap”, while the threat sounded almost ruthless and sincere the soft echo of a laugh that followed carried the humorous intent. Alex stepped back with a bottle of disinfectant and rolled up bandage. “Think you can handle it?”, she didn’t wait a second before she pulled open the cap and threw loads of the clear liquid over the hole with one hand grasping the skin of his wrist with a steadfast intent. Alex pulled off the small piece of tape securing the roll with her teeth before working to bandage the hole, as much as they disagreed he was still her partner and she wanted him to trust her enough that they could survive the job together. Besides, every new partner was more an ass than the last and she couldn’t help but fear the dick who would come after Felix, she’d much rather learn to deal with his southern accent and cocky bullshit.
She slipped her fingers away from his injured hand and grabbed the car keys from the dark wooden dining table. For a second she wondered if they should bring Marty along for good measure and safe keeping but she also knew Felix fucked the girl up good, the chances of her striking back so soon were slim and if she had the balls Alex might even be impressed.
“We should get going”, she gestured to the front door with a sway in her hips before leading out to the car parked outside the garage. Alex slipped into the driver seat just in time to see a dark van with two agents pull up outside, she rolled down the window with a tired sigh. “One inside, one outside. If you lose the asset I’ll tear you a new one. Understood?”, even with a charming grin set on her lips she came across as intimidating. The agents nodded, she honestly didn’t give a shit who they were. Alex wanted to meet up with Lithe, get this bullshit behind her and find the girl before she slipped under the radar. She believed the asshole in the basement meant a lot to Clara but she wasn’t sure what was more important to her, the man she supposedly loved or the relentless goal filled with bloodshed and merciless cruelty.
Alex waited until she heard the other door open and shut, she offered Felix a somewhat sincere smile and switched on the car. “Let’s just get this over with”, she muttered the words softly pulling out of the driveway with a complex mind already in annoyance at the expectance of a scold from Lithe, she didn’t need anyone else telling her they screwed up.
