Guess its time to do the disclaimer. Ahem. K. I don't own Angel, Conner,
and any other character that you would recognize. My characters so far,
include Michelle, Jeff, Griffin, Steel, Blaze, and the Cobras. When I began
writing this, it was with the full intention of having it take place at the
end of season three but I think I can do more if its at the end of season
four when Angel sends Connor away to live a normal life.
Connor's Redemption
Chapter 1: The Fight
"Get off," said a cold female voice, over in the shadows of an alley. Connor turned to look. A gang of six guys had surrounded a girl, with long dark brown hair. One of the members, a big teen, held her arms behind her back. Another member, a tall blonde haired figure, clearly the leader of this pathetic group, stood right in front of her. Connor stood watching, unable to decide if he should help, he really wasn't in the mood for a fight. Moving forward silently, he edged closer, under the cover of the shadows. The blonde reached out and traced the girl's jaw line with a thin, dirt encrusted finger.
"No. I don't believe I will," he said, the hunger in his eyes visible to all who watched. "Fine. Don't listen to me." Unnoticed her foot had reached around the leg of the thug holding her. She shoved all of her weight back into him, tripped him. He fell hard. Using the momentum the girl flipped over him, breaking the hold he had on her arms. As she flipped, she kicked the blonde boy under the chin with a sickening crack, and landed in a fighting crouch. The rest of the gang moved in closer, and she smiled the cold smile of a hunter cornering her prey. Both of the victims of her attack slowly got to their feet. The blonde staggering slightly. "Damn bitch," He stated through his now bloody mouth. Suddenly a member charged at her back. The short rat-faced boy didn't have a chance. Grabbing his arm, she flipped him onto his back in front of the blonde. The fight that followed became a blur to Connor. The girl seemed to be everywhere at once. He stayed at the edge of the battle decidedly not in the mood for a fight. One of the members of the gang edged backward into Connor while he wasn't looking. It was the big guy who held the girl's arms just a few moments before. Connor punched him hard, fervently wishing he had some type of blade to carve him up with. He hated cowards who picked on anyone smaller then they were, and then ran at the first chance. The guy reeled back, shocked at the unexpected attack, but recovered quickly, ready for revenge. Oh, well, Connor thought to himself. Guess that means no silent getaway. He dodged to the side as a large fist raced past the place where his face had been a second before. Connor's foot shot out, slamming into the boy's stomach, causing him to double over. The leader, obviously having seen this attack by an unknown person, raced over and punched Connor in his face. He dodged too slow this time and the fist clipped his face, only a fraction of an inch from his left eye. Blood trickled out of the cut, as he fought with the leader. Connor punched him hard in the chest, causing him to lose his balance and trip over an old rusted pipe on the ground. Picking the pipe off the ground, he bent over the blonde ready to teach him a lesson. The leader stared back at him, eyes filled with fear and the reflection of his face, hard and without any trace of emotion. Then without any warning, Connor hit the ground a few feet away, very hard. He stared as the girl pulled the blonde, by his neck, to his feet.
Michelle had never been so confused in her life. While there were six Cobras here tonight, only four were attacking. Not that she minded, but it was puzzling. Especially when none of the faces that flashed before her was Jeff's. Somehow, she doubted that the leader would bail on a fight with a single girl, even if that girl could totally crush, six guys with a little more than a thought. There was a small break in the fighting for all of the attackers to catch their breath. During that few seconds she scanned the area for the missing two Cobras. One, she noted, was unconscious on the ground, lying next to two other members. One with at least a dislocated shoulder and more than enough bruises to make an excuse about being hit by a car. The other was unconscious, with most likely a concussion. Now I know I didn't touch the first guy. How'd he get knocked out, she thought. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement. She turned to find Jeff and someone she had never seen before fighting. A cold feeling seeped into her side as she watched. The feeling intensified when she realized it was the cold feeling of steel in her flesh. She quickly focused on the battle at hand. How could she be so stupid as to look away from her enemy? Fortunately the knife had missed anything vital, and didn't go in too deep. It only hurt like hell and bled freely. She grabbed the arm of the thug with the knife and twisted his arm up behind his back, breaking it. He let out a strangled cry, and she shoved him down to the ground. She looked around, but no one else seemed to want to fight her. She looked back toward Jeff and the mystery. Jeff was lying on the ground and Mystery was standing over him, a dangerous looking pipe in his hand. Running over, she pulled Mystery off, sending him flying. She reached over and lifted Jeff to his feet, by his neck then slammed him into the wall of a nearby building. Jeff's eyes registered at first fear then shock, then back to fear. The sound of softly approaching footsteps warned her of another attacker. After waiting for a second her foot darted out, hitting the unidentified person in the neck. Whoever it was dropped like a stone. When she pulled her foot back, she reached into her boot, producing a gleaming knife with an ornately carved wood handle with silver engravings. "Having fun now?" Michelle asked sweetly. "'Cause I am." The fear in Jeff's eyes shone. "What are ya gonna do?" He rasped. "Not sure," she answered, "What do you think is appropriate?" He cringed, knowing exactly what street rules would permit her to do after what he did to her for the past 10 years. "I see you've thought of something." She pressed the sharp point of the blade against his throat, nicking the skin and drawing blood. "But I'll go easy on ya tonight seein' as I have more pressin' business to attend to." Already the blood loss from her wound was affecting her. Dark spots flickered past her eyes. The face only a few inches away from her spun and doubled, though she managed to retain an expression that would freeze hell over. The knife hovered over his neck for another few seconds. "Go tell the Cobras to leave me an' my mates outta your gang. We're fine alone. And don't let me catch you here again. Got it? Jeff nodded vigorously. "Yeah." "Good." With that, she kneed him hard in the groin. She released him and stepped back. After he regained his composure, he ran. Any other mobile members left, trailed after. Michelle turned, and saw Mystery standing a few yards away. "Who the hell do ya think ya are?" she said, her voice harsh and angry. "Uh...-" Connor started to say before being cut off. "I don't need any help. I can take care of myself." She turned and started to walk away, but only made it a few steps before the pain became overwhelming. The adrenaline had quickly left her system, and she couldn't hold it back any longer. With a soft whimper she leaned against the wall, and sank to her knees. In the distance police sirens sang through the night air. Michelle covered the wound with her hands, hoping to stop the flow of blood.
Connor watched confused. This girl had almost killed four big guys and seemed ready to continue with him. Instead, she leaned against the wall, appearing hurt. His curiosity got the better of him and he cautiously moved closer to her. "Hey. Are you alright?" he asked. The sirens were coming closer and getting louder. She looked up at him, her eyes hidden in shadows, and then stood up. "Get outta here," she rasped. "What?" "The cops are coming an' I don't really feel like getting' arrested. again." Connor stood hesitant. He didn't want to meet the cops. From his experiences in this city, they usually arrested first and asked questions later. She glared at him for a second then shakily stood up. "Of all the Damned Demon Spawn, I get stuck with one who has good manners," the girl muttered under her breath. He stared at her. For some reason what she said made him think. She was oblivious to his staring and grabbed his hands with her bloody ones. "Come on. Move it." She started to run down the alley into darker shadows, with Connor trailing behind her. They raced through deserted alleys only slightly ahead of the authorities. "Where, exactly are we going?" Connor asked breathlessly after what seemed like an hour of sprinting. "Home," she answered simply, in the same breathless tone. Suddenly the girl stumbled and fell to the ground hard. Her jeans making a horrible ripping sound in the silent alley. Blood flowed from her knees when she stood up again. As Connor slowed down to help, she darted ahead of him. "Don't stop," she called back to him. Connor picked up speed again, and raced after the rapidly disappearing figure in front of him. Who in all the hells is she, he thought. She's fast even when she is hurt. He had just about caught up with her when she turned a sharp left into a shadowy doorway. He raced through the entrance and stopped almost immediately, staring in wonder.
Connor's Redemption
Chapter 1: The Fight
"Get off," said a cold female voice, over in the shadows of an alley. Connor turned to look. A gang of six guys had surrounded a girl, with long dark brown hair. One of the members, a big teen, held her arms behind her back. Another member, a tall blonde haired figure, clearly the leader of this pathetic group, stood right in front of her. Connor stood watching, unable to decide if he should help, he really wasn't in the mood for a fight. Moving forward silently, he edged closer, under the cover of the shadows. The blonde reached out and traced the girl's jaw line with a thin, dirt encrusted finger.
"No. I don't believe I will," he said, the hunger in his eyes visible to all who watched. "Fine. Don't listen to me." Unnoticed her foot had reached around the leg of the thug holding her. She shoved all of her weight back into him, tripped him. He fell hard. Using the momentum the girl flipped over him, breaking the hold he had on her arms. As she flipped, she kicked the blonde boy under the chin with a sickening crack, and landed in a fighting crouch. The rest of the gang moved in closer, and she smiled the cold smile of a hunter cornering her prey. Both of the victims of her attack slowly got to their feet. The blonde staggering slightly. "Damn bitch," He stated through his now bloody mouth. Suddenly a member charged at her back. The short rat-faced boy didn't have a chance. Grabbing his arm, she flipped him onto his back in front of the blonde. The fight that followed became a blur to Connor. The girl seemed to be everywhere at once. He stayed at the edge of the battle decidedly not in the mood for a fight. One of the members of the gang edged backward into Connor while he wasn't looking. It was the big guy who held the girl's arms just a few moments before. Connor punched him hard, fervently wishing he had some type of blade to carve him up with. He hated cowards who picked on anyone smaller then they were, and then ran at the first chance. The guy reeled back, shocked at the unexpected attack, but recovered quickly, ready for revenge. Oh, well, Connor thought to himself. Guess that means no silent getaway. He dodged to the side as a large fist raced past the place where his face had been a second before. Connor's foot shot out, slamming into the boy's stomach, causing him to double over. The leader, obviously having seen this attack by an unknown person, raced over and punched Connor in his face. He dodged too slow this time and the fist clipped his face, only a fraction of an inch from his left eye. Blood trickled out of the cut, as he fought with the leader. Connor punched him hard in the chest, causing him to lose his balance and trip over an old rusted pipe on the ground. Picking the pipe off the ground, he bent over the blonde ready to teach him a lesson. The leader stared back at him, eyes filled with fear and the reflection of his face, hard and without any trace of emotion. Then without any warning, Connor hit the ground a few feet away, very hard. He stared as the girl pulled the blonde, by his neck, to his feet.
Michelle had never been so confused in her life. While there were six Cobras here tonight, only four were attacking. Not that she minded, but it was puzzling. Especially when none of the faces that flashed before her was Jeff's. Somehow, she doubted that the leader would bail on a fight with a single girl, even if that girl could totally crush, six guys with a little more than a thought. There was a small break in the fighting for all of the attackers to catch their breath. During that few seconds she scanned the area for the missing two Cobras. One, she noted, was unconscious on the ground, lying next to two other members. One with at least a dislocated shoulder and more than enough bruises to make an excuse about being hit by a car. The other was unconscious, with most likely a concussion. Now I know I didn't touch the first guy. How'd he get knocked out, she thought. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement. She turned to find Jeff and someone she had never seen before fighting. A cold feeling seeped into her side as she watched. The feeling intensified when she realized it was the cold feeling of steel in her flesh. She quickly focused on the battle at hand. How could she be so stupid as to look away from her enemy? Fortunately the knife had missed anything vital, and didn't go in too deep. It only hurt like hell and bled freely. She grabbed the arm of the thug with the knife and twisted his arm up behind his back, breaking it. He let out a strangled cry, and she shoved him down to the ground. She looked around, but no one else seemed to want to fight her. She looked back toward Jeff and the mystery. Jeff was lying on the ground and Mystery was standing over him, a dangerous looking pipe in his hand. Running over, she pulled Mystery off, sending him flying. She reached over and lifted Jeff to his feet, by his neck then slammed him into the wall of a nearby building. Jeff's eyes registered at first fear then shock, then back to fear. The sound of softly approaching footsteps warned her of another attacker. After waiting for a second her foot darted out, hitting the unidentified person in the neck. Whoever it was dropped like a stone. When she pulled her foot back, she reached into her boot, producing a gleaming knife with an ornately carved wood handle with silver engravings. "Having fun now?" Michelle asked sweetly. "'Cause I am." The fear in Jeff's eyes shone. "What are ya gonna do?" He rasped. "Not sure," she answered, "What do you think is appropriate?" He cringed, knowing exactly what street rules would permit her to do after what he did to her for the past 10 years. "I see you've thought of something." She pressed the sharp point of the blade against his throat, nicking the skin and drawing blood. "But I'll go easy on ya tonight seein' as I have more pressin' business to attend to." Already the blood loss from her wound was affecting her. Dark spots flickered past her eyes. The face only a few inches away from her spun and doubled, though she managed to retain an expression that would freeze hell over. The knife hovered over his neck for another few seconds. "Go tell the Cobras to leave me an' my mates outta your gang. We're fine alone. And don't let me catch you here again. Got it? Jeff nodded vigorously. "Yeah." "Good." With that, she kneed him hard in the groin. She released him and stepped back. After he regained his composure, he ran. Any other mobile members left, trailed after. Michelle turned, and saw Mystery standing a few yards away. "Who the hell do ya think ya are?" she said, her voice harsh and angry. "Uh...-" Connor started to say before being cut off. "I don't need any help. I can take care of myself." She turned and started to walk away, but only made it a few steps before the pain became overwhelming. The adrenaline had quickly left her system, and she couldn't hold it back any longer. With a soft whimper she leaned against the wall, and sank to her knees. In the distance police sirens sang through the night air. Michelle covered the wound with her hands, hoping to stop the flow of blood.
Connor watched confused. This girl had almost killed four big guys and seemed ready to continue with him. Instead, she leaned against the wall, appearing hurt. His curiosity got the better of him and he cautiously moved closer to her. "Hey. Are you alright?" he asked. The sirens were coming closer and getting louder. She looked up at him, her eyes hidden in shadows, and then stood up. "Get outta here," she rasped. "What?" "The cops are coming an' I don't really feel like getting' arrested. again." Connor stood hesitant. He didn't want to meet the cops. From his experiences in this city, they usually arrested first and asked questions later. She glared at him for a second then shakily stood up. "Of all the Damned Demon Spawn, I get stuck with one who has good manners," the girl muttered under her breath. He stared at her. For some reason what she said made him think. She was oblivious to his staring and grabbed his hands with her bloody ones. "Come on. Move it." She started to run down the alley into darker shadows, with Connor trailing behind her. They raced through deserted alleys only slightly ahead of the authorities. "Where, exactly are we going?" Connor asked breathlessly after what seemed like an hour of sprinting. "Home," she answered simply, in the same breathless tone. Suddenly the girl stumbled and fell to the ground hard. Her jeans making a horrible ripping sound in the silent alley. Blood flowed from her knees when she stood up again. As Connor slowed down to help, she darted ahead of him. "Don't stop," she called back to him. Connor picked up speed again, and raced after the rapidly disappearing figure in front of him. Who in all the hells is she, he thought. She's fast even when she is hurt. He had just about caught up with her when she turned a sharp left into a shadowy doorway. He raced through the entrance and stopped almost immediately, staring in wonder.