Title: Reload
Series: Danny Phantom
Summary: AU. Very AU. When you're stuck, down and out, the only thing you can do is reload. D/S
Chapters: 3
Rating: M: Violence and Blood, Hinted Sex
A/N: This is my excuse for writing action: I have Reload by Rob Zombie stuck in my head. Not a song fic though, since no lyrics are used. That and I like guns, though I'm more of a knife person. If any of the gun information is wrong, sorry.
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The young man with the dark hair and cold blue eyes pressed back against the cold stone of the building. He raised his silenced Browning 9 millimeter Hi-Power, it resting by his shoulder waiting to fire the fatal bullets into the Ghosts, one of the most notorious of all the gangs in the city.
He checked his waist holster, making sure his Walther P99 was still secure in its hold. He could still feel the weight of the M25 on his back, the rifle being his last resort weapon in this case, since this was up close and personal. He would need it later though, for the final assault on Masters, the leader of the Ghosts.
He heard footsteps and shouts coming from the left, carefully moving towards them, still cloaked in almost complete darkness of the shadows, his night vision and infrared goggles firmly in place, giving him better vision.
Spotting the first of several approaching Ghosts, he leveled his gun, taking almost perfect aim, and fired, the shot piercing the man's skull, blood running down his face as he fell to the ground.
The next man was spotted almost immediately, moving quickly, it was hard for Danny to line up the shot, but when he did, he only hit the man in the left arm. The man quickly raised his right arm and fired off one shot before Danny fired again, his aim true, dropping the man to his knees, but not before the man's bullet grazed Danny's arm. The wound was deep and painful, but ignored.
He had a mission, and he was set on accomplishing it. If he could just get to the top of the next building, he would have a perfect shot at Masters. The next three guys rushed as a pack. He tried to fire his Browning, but nothing happened. Damn.
He quickly unholstered the P99, and fired three rounds into each of the gang members. They dropped, blood spurting from their mouths, falling on top of each other in a pile. Danny listening for any more gang members. Hearing nothing he continued on towards the fire escape.
Reaching the roof, Danny spotted three more of Master's minions. Quickly firing his last rounds into the Ghosts, realizing he was out of ammo just as two more men stepped from the shadows.
He pistol whipped one, dropping the man quickly, the other man rushed at him, armed only with a knife. Danny swiftly disabled the guy with a sudden chop to his wrist, using the man's own knife to slit his throat. He then threw the knife into the still body of the other man.
Waiting to see if any more Ghosts were coming to attack, he unholstered the M25. When no one appeared after several seconds, he went to the edge of the roof, waiting for Master to come out of the hotel across the street.
Almost an hour before Master's stepped out. Danny's body was still as his hands lined up the shot. One quick pull of the trigger and
BOOM!
Master's fell backward, the red stain spreading across his unprotected chest. Danny quickly got off the roof, waiting, once again, in shadows, as Master's remaining men ran after him.
After the men ran by without noticing Danny, he holstered his guns, and removed his goggles. Walking calmly along the shadows, he thought to himself: Mission Accomplished.
Danny stepped into the dark recesses of the bar; heading straight towards the counter, ordering his usual (vodka, neat) and downing it in one go. The bartender, a young black man by the name of Tucker, walked over.
"Rough night at work for the city's hero, eh?" Danny just stared at the bar. Noticing the large red stain on Danny's arm, Tucker spoke again. "Sam's in the back. You know where to find her; she's fixed you up enough times." Danny nodded quickly and headed for the back of the bar.
Walking into the small room which acted as both office and makeshift hospital, ever since Danny first stumbled into the bar after a mission.
Spotting the pretty girl dressed in a black shirt and skirt, he sat down in the chair.
"Mission accomplished?" Her voice was warm as she squatted in front of him on a small step stool. He nodded.
"Mission Complete." Danny then seemed to return to human mode from the soldier mode he was usually stuck in. "My arm hurts."
Sam quickly peeled the fabric from around the wound. "I'll never understand why you wear all white, angel. Blood always ends up on it, and its hell to get out." Washing away the dried blood carefully, she sat to work. "It has to be hard not to get noticed."
"I'm invisible in the darkness. I could be wearing a lime green clown suit and no one would notice. I was trained well." He winced when the needle dug into his skin, but quickly regained control. "Stitches, huh?"
"Around thirty of them, so sit still, it's going to be a while." She tried to finish her work as quickly as possible, but around fifteen minutes passed before she completed her stitches. She spread a warm antibacterial ointment onto the wound before standing up.
Danny just sat there, eyes closed for a few minutes.
"I'm tired; can I stay with you tonight?" Sam lived above the bar in one of the two apartments, the other belonged to Tucker.
"Yeah, but don't expect breakfast in the morning."