On the Fence
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Mutant X, I just don't want them to get bored during the Summer hiatus!
The young woman in her 20's with raven black hair and light brown complexion made her way out from the mall, balancing bags in each hand as she struggled with her crutches. She stopped for a moment, exhausted and stretched out her aching arms. Renee had only been on the crutches for a day and knew that she wasn't ready to handle a trip to the mall by herself but, she mumbled to herself, "Pride goeth before a fall." Besides, she had needed to pick up something for her niece's birthday party the next day. She focused her energy and continued out through the quiet parking garage toward her car, unaware that a man was watching her, silently slipping from car to car, just out of her sight.
When she arrived at her car, she started to put the bags in the trunk when the man slid around from the other side, with a knife in his hand. "Well, good afternoon." He said with all of the charm of a snake slithering down a tree. "You look like someone who could use a little fun, and that's just what we're going to have – a little fun." Renee looked at the violent lust in his eyes and turned as pale as her Native American ancestry would allow her. Normally, she could fight – quite well, in fact – but not right now. With the compound fractured leg in a cast that went over her knee and the pain medication that allowed her to remain upright, but dulled her senses to the point that she shouldn't have been driving to begin with, she was practically defenseless.
Before she had a chance to respond, a pale, slender woman stepped out from behind a nearby car. "Is there a problem?" She asked, seeming to be very aware of the problem.
"No problem, mind your own business, bitch!" the man shouted back.
The woman looked away and Renee thought in terror that she was going to leave. Then she looked back at the man. The man looked down in horror as he saw the knife turn into a deadly rattlesnake and started winding its way up his arm. Suddenly Renee heard him yelled out in fear, while trying to shake the knife out of his own hand.
By the time he finally dropped the knife, the woman had closed the gap and hit him in the head with, noted Renee, a perfectly executed roundhouse kick. He stumbled back and regained his footing to charge the woman, just in time to receive a kick between the legs, followed by a knee to his face as he bent over in agony. As Renee watched him crumple to the ground unconscious, she realized that she had been holding her breath the entire time and took a large gasping breath.
The woman looked up and asked, "Hey, are you okay?"
Renee started to say that she was fine, but she was interrupted by the woman grabbing her by the arm and steadying her against the car as she nearly fainted. Holding her steady with one hand, the woman opened the back door and guided Renee to the seat. "Here, why don't you just sit down for a minute. My name's Emma."
"R-Renee", she finally convinced her tongue to reply.
"Well, Renee, I'm going to call 911 so they can put this slime ball into a nice little cage, where he belongs." Emma smiled as she took out her cell phone and made the call and then placed her hand supportively on Renee's arm. "Are you going to be okay dealing with the cops?" she asked.
"Yea, no problem, did you see where the knife went?" Renee answered.
"Yep, I kicked under you car. I'm sorry, I really should leave before they get here." She said as the sirens could be heard coming down the street.
"I understand, I don't know how to thank you." Renee responded.
Emma thought that it was a little strange that this woman was being so understanding about her need to leave, but only said, "You can thank me by staying out of trouble, ya know, like asking a friend to drive you to the mall until you get the cast off?"
"Oh, you mean like using basic common sense?" Renee said, rolling her eyes. Emma just gave her a gentle smile and slipped back into whatever shadows she had emerged from.
As Renee watched the unconscious attacker and listened to the approaching sirens, she finally had a moment to think and said to herself, "Okay, my life was just saved by a member of Mutant X. Now there's a detail that I won't mention to my GSA buddies at work on Monday." As the police car pulled up, Renee pulled some of her straight black hair forward over her shoulder, making sure that the small, black plastic disk on the back of her neck was well hidden.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Mutant X, I just don't want them to get bored during the Summer hiatus!
The young woman in her 20's with raven black hair and light brown complexion made her way out from the mall, balancing bags in each hand as she struggled with her crutches. She stopped for a moment, exhausted and stretched out her aching arms. Renee had only been on the crutches for a day and knew that she wasn't ready to handle a trip to the mall by herself but, she mumbled to herself, "Pride goeth before a fall." Besides, she had needed to pick up something for her niece's birthday party the next day. She focused her energy and continued out through the quiet parking garage toward her car, unaware that a man was watching her, silently slipping from car to car, just out of her sight.
When she arrived at her car, she started to put the bags in the trunk when the man slid around from the other side, with a knife in his hand. "Well, good afternoon." He said with all of the charm of a snake slithering down a tree. "You look like someone who could use a little fun, and that's just what we're going to have – a little fun." Renee looked at the violent lust in his eyes and turned as pale as her Native American ancestry would allow her. Normally, she could fight – quite well, in fact – but not right now. With the compound fractured leg in a cast that went over her knee and the pain medication that allowed her to remain upright, but dulled her senses to the point that she shouldn't have been driving to begin with, she was practically defenseless.
Before she had a chance to respond, a pale, slender woman stepped out from behind a nearby car. "Is there a problem?" She asked, seeming to be very aware of the problem.
"No problem, mind your own business, bitch!" the man shouted back.
The woman looked away and Renee thought in terror that she was going to leave. Then she looked back at the man. The man looked down in horror as he saw the knife turn into a deadly rattlesnake and started winding its way up his arm. Suddenly Renee heard him yelled out in fear, while trying to shake the knife out of his own hand.
By the time he finally dropped the knife, the woman had closed the gap and hit him in the head with, noted Renee, a perfectly executed roundhouse kick. He stumbled back and regained his footing to charge the woman, just in time to receive a kick between the legs, followed by a knee to his face as he bent over in agony. As Renee watched him crumple to the ground unconscious, she realized that she had been holding her breath the entire time and took a large gasping breath.
The woman looked up and asked, "Hey, are you okay?"
Renee started to say that she was fine, but she was interrupted by the woman grabbing her by the arm and steadying her against the car as she nearly fainted. Holding her steady with one hand, the woman opened the back door and guided Renee to the seat. "Here, why don't you just sit down for a minute. My name's Emma."
"R-Renee", she finally convinced her tongue to reply.
"Well, Renee, I'm going to call 911 so they can put this slime ball into a nice little cage, where he belongs." Emma smiled as she took out her cell phone and made the call and then placed her hand supportively on Renee's arm. "Are you going to be okay dealing with the cops?" she asked.
"Yea, no problem, did you see where the knife went?" Renee answered.
"Yep, I kicked under you car. I'm sorry, I really should leave before they get here." She said as the sirens could be heard coming down the street.
"I understand, I don't know how to thank you." Renee responded.
Emma thought that it was a little strange that this woman was being so understanding about her need to leave, but only said, "You can thank me by staying out of trouble, ya know, like asking a friend to drive you to the mall until you get the cast off?"
"Oh, you mean like using basic common sense?" Renee said, rolling her eyes. Emma just gave her a gentle smile and slipped back into whatever shadows she had emerged from.
As Renee watched the unconscious attacker and listened to the approaching sirens, she finally had a moment to think and said to herself, "Okay, my life was just saved by a member of Mutant X. Now there's a detail that I won't mention to my GSA buddies at work on Monday." As the police car pulled up, Renee pulled some of her straight black hair forward over her shoulder, making sure that the small, black plastic disk on the back of her neck was well hidden.