Hey, hey! I'm back after a long break. This story came to me one day, not in this chapter but later on it gets a little graphic (blood and guts wise, I don't write about sex) but nothing over pg 13 (I think) Anyways, this story has nothing to do with my other one, Look Both Ways so don't worry about it. Well, journey on!
Disclaimer: I love 'em Don't own 'em.
"I know Hobbes, all I'm saying is you could afford to be a little nicer, that's all."
"What nice? I was very nice."
"Bobby, since when is pointing your gun at people and yelling 'If you don't start talking I'll blow your brains out,' nice?"
"Well I didn't shoot him did I? I think that's pretty nice," Bobby muttered, his voice echoing off the deserted parking garage's walls.
Darien rolled his eyes. He stopped in his tracks to tie his shoe and when he finished Bobby was a good ten feet ahead of him. He was about to call to Bobby when a hand covered his mouth. He felt himself being pulled behind a van. Darien struggled and was about to quicksilver when he was hit on the head with a heavy object.
"Fawkes a kindergartner can tie his shoes faster than-" Bobby spun on his heel to look at Darien and was met with the sight of an empty road. "Fawkes?" he called. "Fawkes? Hey are you playing the see-through game? Darien?" Bobby was answered with the sound of his own voice echoing through the parking garage.
Out of instinct he drew his gun looking for a sign of something amiss. Bobby slowly began to walk towards Darien had been moments before. Thousands of thoughts ran through his mind, first and foremost being how close Darien was to quicksilver madness.
Bobby scanned between the cars looking for a sign of his partner. "Fawkes?" he called again.
Then the silence was shattered as a black van quickly pulled out of it's spot, nearly running him over. Bobby fired a few shots at the van, and a bullet connected with a tire sending it veering out of control.
Bobby cringed as the van crashed into a parked Corvette. Gun still out, Bobby went to the driver of the van. The blonde man that sat behind the wheel let out a moan.
"All right out of the van," he said holding his gun on him.
The man looked at him and slowly complied, opening the door.
"Where is he?" Bobby growled.
"Who?"
"Don't play with me man, what did you do with him?"
"Look, I don't know what you're talking about."
"You don't huh? Well what do you say we look in the back of your van?"
"Be my guest."
Bobby puled the man to the back of the van with him and opened the door. Darien was laying on the floor apparently unconscious. Bobby looked at the man. "Still don't know what I'm talking about."
"Oh *him*? I knew about him." The man smirked and Bobby was hit on the head with the same heavy object that had been used to hit Darien.
The man looked at a red haired man who had been standing behind Bobby. "What took you so long?"
"Sorry. Should we take this one too," he asked, gesturing at Bobby.
"No we only came for the one. Let's go."
After fixing their tire they got into their van, leaving Bobby lying unconscious on the pavement.
Disclaimer: I love 'em Don't own 'em.
"I know Hobbes, all I'm saying is you could afford to be a little nicer, that's all."
"What nice? I was very nice."
"Bobby, since when is pointing your gun at people and yelling 'If you don't start talking I'll blow your brains out,' nice?"
"Well I didn't shoot him did I? I think that's pretty nice," Bobby muttered, his voice echoing off the deserted parking garage's walls.
Darien rolled his eyes. He stopped in his tracks to tie his shoe and when he finished Bobby was a good ten feet ahead of him. He was about to call to Bobby when a hand covered his mouth. He felt himself being pulled behind a van. Darien struggled and was about to quicksilver when he was hit on the head with a heavy object.
"Fawkes a kindergartner can tie his shoes faster than-" Bobby spun on his heel to look at Darien and was met with the sight of an empty road. "Fawkes?" he called. "Fawkes? Hey are you playing the see-through game? Darien?" Bobby was answered with the sound of his own voice echoing through the parking garage.
Out of instinct he drew his gun looking for a sign of something amiss. Bobby slowly began to walk towards Darien had been moments before. Thousands of thoughts ran through his mind, first and foremost being how close Darien was to quicksilver madness.
Bobby scanned between the cars looking for a sign of his partner. "Fawkes?" he called again.
Then the silence was shattered as a black van quickly pulled out of it's spot, nearly running him over. Bobby fired a few shots at the van, and a bullet connected with a tire sending it veering out of control.
Bobby cringed as the van crashed into a parked Corvette. Gun still out, Bobby went to the driver of the van. The blonde man that sat behind the wheel let out a moan.
"All right out of the van," he said holding his gun on him.
The man looked at him and slowly complied, opening the door.
"Where is he?" Bobby growled.
"Who?"
"Don't play with me man, what did you do with him?"
"Look, I don't know what you're talking about."
"You don't huh? Well what do you say we look in the back of your van?"
"Be my guest."
Bobby puled the man to the back of the van with him and opened the door. Darien was laying on the floor apparently unconscious. Bobby looked at the man. "Still don't know what I'm talking about."
"Oh *him*? I knew about him." The man smirked and Bobby was hit on the head with the same heavy object that had been used to hit Darien.
The man looked at a red haired man who had been standing behind Bobby. "What took you so long?"
"Sorry. Should we take this one too," he asked, gesturing at Bobby.
"No we only came for the one. Let's go."
After fixing their tire they got into their van, leaving Bobby lying unconscious on the pavement.