I had this ideia mulling my mind when I saw a music clip from Pussycat Dolls "Buttons"; What if Nikita turned bad with no memory of who she was? I mean: a smoking hot woman, dangerous as hell with no rules and no boundaries?
This takes place after this last episode 2x21.
Let's see what you think about this story. I must warn you this is very intense. If you suffer from the heart... don't read this. Plus, I really need your reviews... only with them I keep on or not writing this story.
Once again sorry about any gramar mistakes, I'm writng at 4:00 a.m., so bare with me. =)
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BAD GIRL
Chapter 1
They were both gasping for air, sweat running through their bodies. Side by side squatting behind a pile of old boxes at a dark alley were Nikita and Michael. A rain of bullets piercing the night skys, some through the big boxes exploding in a cloud of splinters around them.
-This wouldn't hold much longer. - Michael said as he reload his gun for the third time.
Nikita knew he was right. Division had a strike team at the end of their way out trapping them into a dangerous situation. Michael fired a few more rounds and he finished another clip.
As she was recharging her gun, she looked up to see a fire ladder and a serie of balconies on their left far side. That was the only way to leverage the hods.
-Michael... - She pointed the ladder with her head. - How's your amo?
He sighted. If he knowed they were about to run into a Division Alpha team, he would have brought many more backup ammunitions.
-Running low. Only two more. You go! I'll cover you.
She nodded. Before going, she pulled and delivered to Michael her two reserve guns from her holsters and two more clips for his gun, only keeping her own gun and the rounds in it.
-Here!
-Nikita, no. You'll need it.
-Trust me! I intend to make it worth every single bullet in this one... besides, you need to cover me, right? How will you do that without bullets? With kisses? - She teased.
-Humm... talking about that...
He leaned on, grabed her by the neck and fully kissed her lips. Nikita moaned in pleasure.
-Ooooh, Michael...
When he stoped, Michael was piercing into her eyes as she opened them. Still delighted.
-Be careful out there, you ear me! - His voice seemed calm but tense.
Michael, always so protective... She caressed his face.
-You too! Just hang on, ok?
-GO! - He ordered as he turned back to his shooting position.
Nikita ran trough the flying bullets, some of them she could even felt skimming her hair as she jumped and graped the fire ladder. Fortunately it was a really dark alley and the enemie couldn't see this movement, they only kept shooting at Michael's direction.
With incredible speed she climbed the stairs and jumped balcony from balcony until she was at he end of the alley with a perfect angle from above Division agents. They were six of them. That was a problem. Nikita only had five rounds on her glock.
She reached her jacket army knife. It was Michael's knife. Well, now it was hers. He had given that knife to her a long time ago. Still she had it, still she uses it. It brougth her good memories. She clenched her teeth around it as she silently droped behind the first agent and covered his mouth. The knife worked his magic as she stabbed his back. One down, five to go.
The agents turned one by one shocked at the dangerous proximity of their most lethal enemie: Nikita. They didn't even had time to react. With an incredible fast moves and acuracy Nikita charged on them. One bullet in each one of them and her gun released the clip on the floor. Perfect.
Michael stoped shooting the moment he realized Nikita was attacking the enemie from their side of the barricade, afraid of hurting her. Now, all was silent.
Nikita took two steps away from the bodys in Michael's direction so he could see her presence and realized it was over.
-Michael! Clear! - She shouted while concealing the gun on her holster. Nikita was smiling.
Michael kickly grap the guns and run to her. They were just two steps away, when suddenly he saw her lover's smile converting into a scared expression. He stoped, trying to disclose the place of the threat.
One second passed, Nikita made a move to reach her gun, only to remember it was empty. Two seconds, she ran to hard grab Michael's arms and made him turn and hit the floor as she shielded him from two lethal wires that buried deep in Nikita's neck.
She screamed in agonizing pain as she felt the blast of electricity spreading to her brain, spine and then trough all her body in a matter of seconds. She completly losted her body's functions as it violently shivered and twisted beyond any control. The pain was so intense that draining all of her vitality, all of her strengh. She fell to her knees like a rag doll.
-NOOOOO!
The voice was so far away, it seemed so familiar, somehow she couldn't recognize who it was. Just before she crashed to the ground, she felt hands were grabbing her. The felling of needles being ripped out of her head and then the pain stoped. Tree loud sounds were heard. What was that? Seemed she was forgetting about every thing and the numbness was sucking all her existence to a black hole, bigger and bigger until only black existed.
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As soon as he crossed their "homequarters" door with her laying down on his arms, he was surrounded.
-Jesus, Michael! What happened? - Birkhoff questioned as he hastily swallowed the last chips on his mouth.
-Remimber that weapons dealer you pointed out to get us new guear? Bad news: Division informant.
-Holy sh...!
-Was she shot? Should I prep the medical kit?
-No, Alex. It was not a bullet it was a Taser. - He lowerd his eyes felling the guilt. - It was meant for me. She took it for me.
Everyone felt bad. They all knew how much he loved Nikita.
-Oh, Michael. - Alex rubed his arm. - That's Nikita. That's who she is...
-Yeah, I know...
Michael didn't even bother hiding just how proud he was to have a woman like Nikita.
-Need help?
It was Ryan's turn.
-No, it's ok. I'll take care of her. I'm just going to lay her down on the bed. She'll be fine in a couple of hours or so.
Birkhoff smacked Ryan's arm.
-Hei! What was that for?
-Dude, nobody get's to touch Nikita while Michael is around! Unless you want your ass kicked.
Laughters echoed trough the large warehouse as Michael rolled his eyes and breached the persons barrier into their bed. The funny thing was, he was totally right.
-Well I better get to my computer. Got to find us another arms dealer... one not dirty. God knows we need the guns!
-A Taser gun? - Wondered Sean while he limping a few moore steps along the couch. - Since when Division caries Tasers?
-Sometimes they do...
Said Michael after he layed Nikita in their bed. It wasn't exactly a couple's bed, but Ryan had managed to join two recruit bed into one on the east corner side of the warehouse and provided them a big folding screen for their privacy.
-Yes. - Alex interrupted. - To recruits, they do.
-That litlle bastard manage to sneak on one of the upper balconies and teased her before I could even see him. He wouldn't be doing that anymore! - Told Michael as he recalled the tree bullets he put on the guy's chest.
A silence came trough only to be interrupted by the sound of cracking chips on the midle of the building.
-For christ's sake, Birkhoff! Haven't you eaten enough chips already? - Alex bursted.
-What? I like chips!
Sean couldn't help smiling at her new girlfriend. She had a temper sometimes. A spicy one.
-I'm gonna get same real food.
-No, Alex... I'll go! - Said Michael as he aproched the rest of the clan. - It'll take my mind out other thoughts... I keep seeing her being tased over and over right in front of me. Besides... you have Sean to look after, right?
-Yeah, and I'll go too. - Ryan responded.- I need some grocery down here ASAP.
-I bet! - Alex teased as she looked straight at Brikhoff's computer desk. Soda and beer cans, chips and wrapper plastic scattered every where. - Seriously, Nikita is right! He's going to die even before Division kills him!
Michael couldn't help to smile.
-Will you look out for her?
-Of course.
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Two hours had passed. Alex was approaching Nikita's improvised bedside table when she felt a powerful pull on her wrist making her lean just inches from Nikita's face.
-Hei! Where am I?
-Nikita... You're... I mean, we are at Ryan's place, remimber?- Alex was still shocked with the atittude of her beloved sensei.
-Not at Division?
-Division? Nooo.
-Good! - She freed Alex. She looked at the arm, it was going to be a mark later on, she could tell. -What happened?
Alex dropped the cup of veggie shake, she had managed doing for her, on the table before she looked at her.
-You don't remember?
-If I did, was I asking you?
-Someone tased you. Nikita, are you ok? How are you feeling?
-My head its bursting! Get me some pain killers, kiddo!
Another shock. Nikita hated all short of drugs, even the light normal ones every normal person would took once and a while. She prefered the pain or the use of Yoga as a treatment rather any aspirine. Maybe she was mentioning some other form of tratment.
-Pain killers?...What do you mean?
Nikita looked at Alex sideways.
-Are you retarded?
-What? NO, I'm not retarded!
-Pain killers: meds, pills! I don't care what you call it, as long as it takes this damn pain away! - She shoutted.
Alex took several footsteps back. This was weird. This wasn't like Nikita at all. Maybe it was the shock. Maybe, she was imagining things but it almost seemed the didn't know who she was.
-You don't need to yell. If you want me to fetch you something, you just have so say my name and the magic word.
-What? Your name?... How the hell should I know your name! I never seen you in my life!
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Oh! For now I'll atribute this a "K" but if there is a next chapter it will be definetly an "M" by the way I imagine! Because it'll be really harcore! :) Well that's it for now... review if you want more... I'll be waiting...