This is the first fanfiction I have written. Hopefully someone will enjoy my half-decent writing enough to motivate me to finish. I have a hard time completing stories... I doubt anyone will find this fic and sue me if I don't write a disclaimer, but I do not own Burst Angel or make any money from this fic.
"Meg!", Jo's shout boomed throughout the building.
"Jo!", Meg returns with a scream, before some idiot tries to muffle her voice with his hand. She bites his hand defiantly.
"Ow! That hurt, you bitch!", he shouts at her after freeing his hand before he slaps her. He slaps her so hard she hits the floor and her cheek turns bright red and her eyes tear up. But she doesn't cry. No, she wants to be tougher, to be stronger, to be less of a burden to her beloved Jo. But this resolution made her no less prone to kidnapping.
As Jo hears the sounds of struggle, her eyes go wide for a second. Soon afterward, Jo breaks into a breakneck sprint, with her body leaning forward and her coat blowing back behind her. She dashes into a room just in time to see a man punch Meg in the stomach while another holds her from behind, squeezing one of her breasts and rubbing her thigh. The first one pats her open breast rather hard. "This should teach you not to bite, bitch!", he shouts at her.
Jo dashes into the room and grabs the man in front of Meg by the back of the neck. She lifts him into the air and puts her gun to the back of his head. She pulls the trigger while screaming, "Bastard!".
Meg, hearing Jo's voice so close, realizes the compromising position she's in, and blushes bright red while muttering, "J-Jo…".
But seeing what happened to his partner, The other person pulls a knife and puts it to Meg's neck. "St-stay back! Monster! We know about you! You can't be human the things you do… the way you murder!".
"I am a monster…" Jo replies while looking down. "But", she looks up, "You're really one to talk", she replies while glaring.
"What are you talking about, she loves it", he says slyly, his free hand sliding back to her breast. He begins to squeeze. "Listen to her moan". Meg turns several shades redder as she does feel the impulse to moan, but suppresses it. "You love that, don't you?"
"N-no! J-Jo… save me… please…", Meg replies, releasing a single stifled moan with her eyes tearing up.
"Aww, you're just bein' contrary"
"Cut it out!" Jo commands him, while aiming her dessert eagle at him.
"You can't shoot me! You'll risk hitting her!", he warns while continuing to molest Meg. Jo bites her lip and slowly lets her arm drop.
"Would you let her go if I tossed you my guns?"
"No, you're too dangerous even without them". And just at this moment, Jo realizes that Meg was trying to reach a gun that was holstered on her shin. It used to be on her calf, but it must have slid down. She was less than an inch away from being able to grab it. Jo manages to tear her gaze away from the gun to help keep him from noticing. With stakes this high and this tough a shot, it isn't worth taking a chance…