Ah! Another Burst Angel Story! Out of the fire and into the frying pan. Let see how long this one takes to finish. Anyways, I don't own Burst Angel because if I did, we'd be on like season 6 by now. Oh, and warning, possibility of OOC, its AU, and if you didn't read my other story Future of the Past, , yea, you'll be completely lost. Other than that enjoy, and if you have any questions, comments, and/or concerns, I'll be more than happy to help.
"Demetri! Let her go right now, or else!"
"Oh, but Sergeant Donner, I don't think your in a place to negotiate." The Russian's thick accent was prevalent.
"Demetri, I swear, if you touch her, I'll hunt you down and kill you like a dog!" Donner was pinned down on his knees with his hands tied behind his back as two West African rebels guarded him.
Demetri walked up to his female hostage, slowly rubbing the side of his knife against her cheek. "She definitely is a, fine specimen."
A tear ran down the woman's cheek, "Sergeant. Andre. Help me."
Demetri put the blade of his knife against her throat, "Good bye Corporal."
Andre shot up out of bed in a cold sweat. His hair had grown out to the length of Jo's, but it was matted down in dried blood. He winced at the pain as the bandages around his abdomen turned red.
He grabbed his stomach, thinking that shooting out of bed must have reopened his wounds.
Andre stood up and wiped his forehead, looking around his run-down studio apartment before walking over to the sink. He splashed water in his face and washed some of the blood out of his hair, followed by looking himself in the face. He had stubble facial hair and his eyes were blood shot.
After rewrapping his bandaging, Andre opened up his medicine cabinet and took out a bottle of pills. Inside were a mixture of prescription pain killers, and he took a handful of them, washing it down with some vodka.
Taking a deep breath, he stared at himself in the eye as they flickered an ice blue from their original brown. His right arm and back, along with a patch all the way up to his cheek began to form a mirror image of Jo's tattoo, but it was red. It was almost completely formed, but Andre began a coughing fit, coughing up blood into the sink as his bandages bled through, and his tattoo faded.
Andre slammed his fist down on the sink in frustration, swiping his arm across the counter, knocking everything over.
He slid down the wall across from the sink, holding his head in his hands. He sat there for a long time, taking it all in, but was knocked out of his thoughts by his cell phone ringing.
He stood up and walked over to his bed, picking up the phone.
"This is Donner. Go."
The same feminine voice from before answered, "We have a location on target numbered 7. He's at the Harbor."
Andre cringed, "Demetri. I'm on it." he closed his phone as he walked over to grab his jacket and pistols, leaving his vest behind. In his condition it would smother him before he got to the harbor.