Post by Marty Mckenna on Jun 20, 2018 22:54:17 GMT
What the fuck just happened? What the fuckety FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKY FUCK FUCK! Seriously?!?!? My girlfriend is a spy? I've been captured by the CIA and Joey..... Marty didn't even want to think about if his brother was okay. He honestly didn't know for sure. He heard gunshots. He saw Joey's leg sticking out from behind the slanted couch. Not moving. He had a bad feeling about Joey's chance and that along was enough to bring a sting of tears to his eyes. Marty wasn't a badass.
He wasn't even a slightly misbaved ass. He worked his job. Once a week he made spaghetti and meatballs and spent the whole night mining for gold in minecraft. He was a nobody. What the CIA wanted with him he had no idea... But they seemed way to intersted in Clara. Marty remembered the steely eyed look in her gaze. She was so unflappable in the face of chaos that he didn't even recognize her. Was that the woman he loved? She seemed so calm under distress that it honestly scared him a little. Marty reached behind his back and tried to dip his fingers into the pockets of his pants.
He was sure that he brought his cell phone with him. He had it with him didn't he? Yes! He could feel the hard curved edge through the material of his jeans. His fingers dipped and moved and tried with all his might to reach inside. The car hit a bump and his head hit the jagged metal roof. There was a warm trickle spilling across his forehead. The warm wet feeling felt thick against his sweaty skin. His glasses were jarred loose in the bump and they hung awkwardly on his face. Marty could here muffled talking. Listening for a moment he tried to see if he could make out any of what they were saying, but it all came out as blarred noise. "I gotta get that phone!" He cheered himself on.
The cuffs dug into his wrist. He felt the painful bite of the cold steel strangling his circulation and daring him to inch another inch into his pocket.. He grit his teeth and pushed through the pain. He thought his hand was going to fall off. "YOU GOTTA WANT IT! ALMOST GOT YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH!" He was estatic. He almost started to laugh until the car hit another bump and his phone went bouncing away into the darkness. In the driver's seat Felix was holding a bag of frozen peas agains his hand. There was a nice sized hole in it. He was tired. Woozy. His head was killing him.
Fumbling in his jacket he pulled out a bottle of pills. Palming two he through them back and swallowed them dry. They were vicodin. He had them for a bad knee, but the pain didn't bother him so much anymore. Mostly now he just took it when the flashbacks of war came crashing into his head. A nice heady buzz to help him sleep and slip quietly away from the PTSD. Felix was a tough man. He never showed the demons that raged against his skull. Only the ones he let out to play when he was feeling particularly bullish. Alex was driving as he shoved his feet up on the dash board.
There was a girl in the road. She had her thumb in the air and she was begging for a ride. "Keep driving. " Felix said with his eyes half closed. He didn't even bother to take a good look at her. If he had he would have seen that it was someone they were looking for. McKenzie Montgomery. AKA Wreckshop. The car went whistling past her and she promptly flipped them off. She didn't know her way around. She hadn't been out of that cell since she was a little girl and even then she was in Detroit. Now she found herself along an abandoned stretch of road just hoping someone would pity her enough to get her to a motel. Stupid enough too because planned on picking a pocket before they got there.
Back in the trunk Marty fumbled around in the dark with his feet. He was trying to kick the phone back up to his hands. It took him forever but he finally managed. he felt the buttons on the phone and pressed the speaker phone button. "Say a command." The phone prompted. He had to think about it. HIs first instinct was to call Clara but he hedged. He didn't know if he wanted to call her. Even in this moment of panic he questioned weather she was even here to help him. He was so confused. His head was throbbing and he couldn't think. Everything was all fuzzy. "Call 911." Marty said. "If you'd like to make a call... Please refill your service." What?!?!? Are you fracking kidding me?!?!? He forgot to......Shit.
He was supposed to pay his phone bill, but instead he bought chinese food and figured Clara could reach him on the house phone for a few days. He banged his head lightly against the trunk. "Stupid Marty. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." He was still silently swearing at himself when the car stopped. He heard the open and close of the car door. The clickety clack of heels on concrete. Every sound seemed amplified in his blind panic. The trunk opened and was flood with blinding light. Shouting like a maniac Marty burst out of the trunk and headbut Alex in the jaw. Then he promptly tripped and fell out of the trunk right on his face. So much for escape.
Last Edit: Jun 20, 2018 23:06:11 GMT by Marty Mckenna
Alex held a steely grip on the steering wheel, with her good hand at least, the other one barely held on. She was pissed, beyond pissed actually, the real reason they ended up in that house was to capture Clara and instead they ended up with her dorky boyfriend stuffed in the trunk. Her shoulder stung like a bitch, she could feel the blood pooling in the fabric of her shirt over the top of her chest but the lack of sticky crimson tainting her back was a cruel reminder that she’d have to dig out the bullet once they got to the safehouse. Felix wasn’t doing too good by the looks of it either, the bag of frozen peas barely did justice to the gaping hole in his hand.
“Should’ve saved that fucking bottle of wine”, she preferred something a little stronger but anything would do to drown out the dull thud of pain inching through her broken flesh. Every bump in the road was met with a heavy foot to the gas pedal, she’d much rather take her anger out on the actual culprit but with Clara on the run with some other fucking mutant she’d take what she can and Marty was a pretty good substitute. While it didn’t directly inflict pain on Clara she was almost sure fucking with Marty would hurt the girl even more.
“Does it look like I’m in a mood for strays?”, she snapped at Felix with a quick glare before passing by the girl reaching for a hopeful ride on the side of the road. Her only focus was driving all the way to that fucking house stocked with food, weapons and enough shit for her to play doctor for a while. GADEM had more resources than she could count, having safe houses across the country was about as easy for them to manage as pulling the trigger on a gun.
Alex slowly pulled into the long driveway, the neighbors probably wouldn’t even see the car that time of night and much less the man they’d eventually drag inside. “We’re here”, she uttered the words with a simple sigh before opening the door and swinging her legs into the cold breeze of the night. Stars hung overhead almost beautifully contrasting the dark intentions ravaging her mind.
She shoved her bag into Felix’s palms with a playful glare, “be a gentleman while I get the idiot out of the trunk”, the light hanging over the garage shone brightly into the open trunk. She rolled her eyes at the sudden shout and less than painful thud of his head against her jaw, she had just about enough of this shit. getting caught off guard by a civilian was embarrassing but she assumed not as much as him falling on his face.
“Nice try darling, I’ll give you points for trying but you’re gonna regret it. Soon”, she reached down and pulled painfully against the restraints before shoving him to the house. Alex forced his face into the wall while she reached down to collect the key buried in the dirt of the fern by the door, her nails were coated in a muddy brown stain just like the key. When the door creaked open she threw Marty inside, a smile tainted her lips as she watched him stumble and fall onto the cold wooden floor.
She was almost too relaxed pulling a chair from the dining room, she saw him trying and failing somewhat to reach his feet and with a quick effort to end it she kicked the heel of her boot into his side. Alex was tired, hurt and she didn’t have a shred of patience left. Her fingers dug underneath the heavy book case lining the wall and pulled a thick roll of rope from it’s dark concealed space.
She only used the safehouse once, but that was a hell of a long time ago and it was nearly two days before she had the mutant spilling every secret whirling around in his mind. “I’m so fucking tired of hearing your voice”, her fingers fiddled until she tied the cuffs to his feet with his shoulders pulling painfully against the chair. Alex didn’t hesitate to shove a good length of rope into his mouth, at least for as long as it took her to catch her breath.
“Just babysit for a few”, she didn’t have the energy to argue, her feet carried her into the bathroom before she slipped into the first bedroom and dumped the items tucked inside the first aid kit onto the dark covers. For a second she stopped, Alex didn’t know if Felix would watch Marty or not but she was absolutely certain Marty couldn’t slip from the restraints. Her only worry for the moment was digging the bullet form her flesh before she bled into unconsciousness. Alex lifted the soft fabric of her shirt over her shoulders and dropped the bloody garment to the floor with a soft groan of pain. Her eyes rolled picking up the long set of tweezers, “fuck”, she glared at the instrument tucked into her left hand, Alex’s dominant hand was the very one weak from the blood flow being diminished by the rip in her flesh. “This is just fucking great”, she whispered the words with an exasperated sigh, the day just couldn’t give her a fucking break.
Post by Marty Mckenna on Jun 21, 2018 16:24:07 GMT
Stumbling into the house, Marty didn't know what was going on. "Ahhhhhh" he cried he fell into the darkened room. He could here the snide laughter of someone who honestly didn't care about him. Her cold steely voice sent chills down his spine. How could someone be so cruel and heartless. Marty's mind should have been on his own situation. His own survival but as he sat up it was Clara he was thinking about. He could see her face perfectly in his mind. She was his sweet Clara-bell.
Now he didn't know where they stood. She said she was sorry. She knew more about this than he did, but he still loved her. As stupid as it sounded he was more worried about her than himself right now. Not, that he was a braver man than she, he just needed to know that she was okay. "What happened to Clara?" He asked the brute of a man as the woman retired upstiars. Felix ignored him. He began stripping off his jacket and orginizing things around the room.
"Hey! Fuck ass! What happened to Clara? If you hurt her...." Felix snapped at him cutting off his sentance. "You'll what? Pipe the fuck down boy, you give me a headache." Marty pushed himself to his feet. It was a real chore with hi hands cuffed tightly behind his back. Felix watched him struggle to his feet only to sweep his leg and send him crashing back down on his side. He landed with a thud so hard it took his breath away. "Argh! I think i sperarate my shoulder!" Marty complained. "You're going to do a lot more than that." Felix said as he scrolled through the messages on his phone. There was one from Adam Lithe. He was the head of the New York operation. He had all the pull and swing of Mrs. Olivia Chase, only his brand of asshole was alot more direct.
Message recieved 2:23am
This is Adam Lithe. My reports tell me you and your partner Alex Turner have been assigned to me. I am aware of the cases in your stack. I am also aware of the mess you caused tonight. I need you to report to me first thing in the morning for a full debriefing and field assesment. I would have you drop everything and come tonight, though I'm dealing with some issues of my own. Meet me in central park first thing in the morning. I like to get my morning pretzel from the vendor by the fountain. Rest up and repor tin the morning.
Marty's eyes were starting to adjust to the dark when suddenly the light clicked on. He winced against the brightness. There was dried blood matting his red hair down to the side of his face. HIs glasses were twisted and broken and hanging awkawardly on his dumb confused face. He stared at Felix who looked annoyed. He wasn't going to be able to talk his way out of anything. His eyes landed on a set of car keys hanging by the door. He started to think.
Until he was jereked back to his feet with more force than was needed. "Come on loverboy." Felix grunted. He pickd Marty up and led him to the basement stairs. Opening the door he stood by it and waited. "What?" Marty asked confused. "Go on!" Marty looked from Felix to the darkened basement. "But.... It's dark down there...." Marty protested. There was a boot against his back and Marty was shoved hard. He bypassed all the steps entirely and landed hard on his face. The gust of air that was driven out of his lungs sent dirt and dust flying away from his gasping mouth.
Okay, he for sure had a broken rib. "Sleep tight asshole." Felix said and slammed the door leaving Marty alone in the darkness. The door locked at the top of the stiars and Marty rolled over to his side. Fresh tears stained his cheeks as he weezed and gasped for breathe. He couldn't take it. He started to cry. He didn't want to be here. He just wanted to be home, in his bed. He wanted to be with Clara. He wanted any of this to make sense. He wanted to know if Joey was okay. He wasn't told anything only locked in a moldy basement and left to his own worst nightmares.
Last Edit: Jun 21, 2018 16:37:18 GMT by Marty Mckenna
Alex barely had the pliers settled around the hard shell of the bullet, her lips teeth were pressing painfully against each other as she fought the urge to yell out painfully. She took a few deep inhales of air readying herself for the painful tug as she removed the foreign remnant of the assault from her flesh, a hard thud from downstairs drove her into a surprised stiffness that drove the bullet out in a horribly painful fashion. “Fuck!”, Alex leaned back for a second and allowed the bloody shell to fall to the ground with a soft thud before pressing a bandage dripping with antiseptic to her shoulder. It left the remnants of a painful hiss lingering on her lips. She knew a stitch wouldn’t hurt the healing process, regardless of her almost bare appearance she found her feet drifting through the hallway with morbid curiosity.
She waited until she saw the familiar steely appearance of Felix to speak, the words drifting from her lips coated in a light onset of fatigue, “You didn’t kill him, did you? I’m hoping you’re smart enough to realize he’s leverage” . if she didn’t lose the empathy she had in those damned halls of the prison she’d feel bad for him, he was barely even introduced to the harsh reality of his girlfriend’s extracurricular activities and he was already being shoved around and paying for her crimes.
Alex sauntered past him until she could reach the cupboard set in the corner, her bloody fingers grasped an old, expensive bottle of bourbon with a painful groan before she left the bandage to it’s own mercy and used her good hand to reach onto the top shelf for two glasses. Alex set the items onto the table, a crystalline bottle of hard liquor, two glasses and a bloody bandage far off to the side. She didn’t mind the blood oozing at a slower pace down the skin of her chest, the bra she wore did more than enough to absorb most of the crimson stains. Before she opted to stab her skin with a needle and surgical nylon stitches she’d welcome the bitter taste of something strong to her lips.
Alex eagerly filled the two glasses and lightly shoved one down the length of the table towards Felix, “To the shitstorm we’ll be facing when Lithe gets a hold of us”, she tipped the glass to the air with a mockful defiance in her gaze before fully embracing the bitter taste of the bourbon. It was almost heavenly, Alex set the glass down a little too hard before grabbing her bloody bandage and moving to the stairs.
She almost turned to say goodnight, she wasn’t sure what the hell Felix was going to do with the few remaining hours of the night. Her only focus was driving the sharp edge of a needle through her flesh to stop the bleeding entirely and that’s exactly what she did. Alex could feel the eager melody of sleep drive a heavy anchor into her lids, her mind was ever awake to remind her how much she hated failures.
Post by Marty Mckenna on Jun 22, 2018 22:25:12 GMT
Marty cried on the dirty floor for what seemed like hours. It wasn't long though until he fell asleep. Blood dried under his nose. His glasses broken and laying crocked on his sweaty sobbing face. The last of the weak whimpers died out about 4 in the morning. The first of the daylight cracking in through the basement window was what woke him. He cracked his eyes open to the unfamiliar moldy smell. Looking around for a moment he wasn't sure where he was.
The room was cold and uninvolved. There was a touch of sterile rigedness to the dark and dank walls around him. There was no kindess here. Marty went to rub his eyes and realized his hands were cuffed. His shoulder throbbed and his ribs were seething with raspy pain. He winced and after some effort he was able to push himself up to be sitting against a wall. The wall was wet with something leaking from behind the fridge that was kept here. Marty looked to the window. It all came crashing back to him. That horrible night that he thought was only a nightmare. It was really. It was so very real.
More whimpers came frrom him as he began to sob all over again. "Clarabell....." He said softly. His voice dripping in remorese and regret and confusion. He would have stayed crying if it wasn't for the barking of a dog. Marty looked up to see a puppy. He wasn't sure what breed but he was cute. He smiled a bit. Even now, in these uncertain times the sight of it warmed his heart. The smile faltered as he realized that he couldn't reach out and pet it.
The dog continued to bark at him through the dusty window. "Go get help boy!" Marty urged. He kept his voice low unsure if his captors were going to hear him and come to investiagate. "Go get your human! Go on! I need help." A few more barks later the dog darted off. Marty slumped back against the wall, exhausted... Reliefed. He could only hope for rescue. Some impossibly lucky outcome that could save him from this mess. Marty looked back to the door.
He couldn't hear any movement in the house. He didn't realize that Felix and Alex had left to meet their boss. He was alone here. Completely and utterly alone. The dog did come back to the window. He had a shoe in his mouth. "What?!? No! Where did you even get that!? I need help! Not shoes!" The dog cocked his head to the side. As if he were trying to understand what the man was saying. The dog pushed his nose against the window and it opened a little. Marty's eyes widened. It was open! If he could only get his cuffs off. He strugged against his binds.
Every breath was a struggle that sent fresh pain dancing along his ribs. He was sure a rib was broken or fractured. Marty struggled to get his arms under his but but after awhile he did so. "Ahhhhhhh OWWWWW!" He cried. He started to laugh which only sent more pain into his wrecked body. He honestly didn't know what he was laughing about, but he found himself so completely fucked that he couldn't help but laugh as his only outlet of relief. Marty finally managed to get his arms under his legs and in front of his body. He pushed himself to his feet. His legs threatened to give out from beneath him but he stumbled to the window.
Climbing to a bucket and then a low counter he pulled the window open and thought maybe he'd be small enough to fit through it. Marty pulled himself up. With determination and surprising strength he pulled himself up. His ribs screamed and he let go. "Damn it!" He cried starting to sob once again. This was his only chance. He had to get out. If not for him, but to find Clara. He pulled himself back to the ledge of the window and with all his might he pulled and found his way through. Marty was free of that horrid basement.
Last Edit: Jun 22, 2018 22:30:23 GMT by Marty Mckenna
Alex spent that night rolling onto her shoulder four times before her body realized it was a horrible mistake consequently leading to groans of pain. After a steamy shower and a cold goodnight to her partner which turned out to be another fucking hitch in the road when he told her Lithe wanted to see them. She was up before the crack of dawn, spent nearly half an hour in the shower and basked in the warm touch of the water to her skin. For those long but seemingly brief twenty minutes she didn’t have to plot, scheme or worry and it was enough to roll the tense stiffness on her shoulders to a careful stop.
She dressed in something simple again, although the dark shirt hiding under the leather jacket fit her figure in a beautiful touch. Her hair dried into their natural curls, her mirror image barely even carried any sign of an assault. Her shoulder was tucked under soft fabric and the dark bruise littering the stitched tear in her skin was invisible to her sights, she didn’t need to relive the embarrassment of being caught off guard by some scrawny little fuck who didn’t have the smarts to figure out his girlfriend was a serial killer when they met up with Lithe.
She didn’t know Lithe personally but his name was a regular echo in meetings with some of the assholes up top, Olivia was especially proud of his work. These days she wondered if Olivia’s pride was still even a thought when it came to the New York division, there was too many loose ends that Alex deemed a failure. Finally stepping out of the threshold of her room she stumbled onto Felix, she still didn’t like the guy any more today than she did yesterday but there was nothing else she could do but learn to live with his shit. Besides, he was a really good kisser, she posted the little thought to the back of her head if she ever needed to let of a little steam.
“Ready to meet the boss?”, she walked past him to look out of the window adjacent to the thick wooden front door, she saw nothing outside but an old couple taking an early walk. “Did you call for a babysitter? In case the asshole downstairs manages an escape, highly unlikely but we already lost his fucking girlfriend”, she rolled her shoulder with a silent hiss, it still hurt but she was more than happy to brave the pain. Besides, she knew the deep recesses of torture far too good to complain of a single shoulder’s pain.
