I really like this great little comic on the internet, so I figured I would take it on as my next project. I really like the character of Mordecai Heller, and I always thought of how his relationships must go. Instead of just torturing myself with questions, I decided to publish them, to see if I`m really that crazy
Disclaimer: I own nothing (except for my OC`s). Lackadaisy belongs to Tracy.
Lackadaisy Medicine
A bloddy mess. That was what his arm was. He clutched it tightly as Seraphine and Nico screamed in that half-french, half-english language that he thought was obnoxious.
Mordecai was pitifully thrown on the backseat of the car as Nico stepped hard on the gas. A copious amount of blood was pouring from his mangled shoulder, and his vision was beggining to fail him as well. If his glasses had been stained with blood, it would take him a good amount of time to clean the lenses. If the situation had been other, he would have complained. Of that, and of the pitifull lack of simetry and cleanliness on the car.
How to describe that job?
- Merde! - came the word, flying from Seraphine`s mouth.
He didn`t know what it meant, but the word was nice enough.. So he used it to think of it.
It had all started out as a simple pickup. Old supplier, an old man with somewhat of a danger addiction. It was all meant to be a routine assignement. However, once they arrived in the location, they were met by a hail of gunfire, coming from a Police car near their position. The supplier got shot in the gut and, before he could get to safety, Mordecai had received a handfull of buckshot to the shoulder.
And now, there they were, rushing toward a hospital with him bleeding gallons.
Mordecai could hear some sounds coming from outside the car, the screeching of tires being the most proeminent. He could also hear the sound of police sirens coming after them, though the sound was getting harder to hear.
Suddenly, Seraphine looked back through the rear window. The next thing Mordecai saw was she whipping out that BAR of hers - what did she call it? Bordeaux? - and started oumping rounds through the shattered window. Mordecai heard scrreching and a crash.
Seraphine smiled, the twin barrels of her gun still smoking. She sat down, tense again. Mordecai can feel the small bullet capsules rolling and coming to contact with his face.
- Where do we take him? – Serafine asked her brother, who hadn`t spoken a word, too concentrated on driving like a madman.
- Je ne sais pás! – He screamed at her with his thick accent – Non hospital! It`s tres dangerous! Dem cops could show up.
- Et Sweet? Let`s get to Maribel!
- What about the chase?
- Ne vous inquiétez pás. – she said, a smile half showing on her distressed face. – The had a réunion with Bordeaux. Dey won`t be bothering us.
Nico nodded, and Mordecai felt the car drifting along a Road anc changing direction to Maribel.
He would have complained about the lack of safety in taking them back to Maribel, but all He could do was cough and bleed some more.
His vision started to fade away. He fell out cold.
Damn job...