55] Angels- Everyone thought of themselves as angels, but if they could see from anthers perspective they would quickly change their mind. Specs thoughts on Static and Gear
Static and Gear flew away, leaving them alone in the dark building, tied back to back with the walls crumbling down around them. Their hands were tied in a position that made it near impossible for them to escape.
"Are you planning to just leave us hear?" Trapper shouted after Static and Gear were clearly out of hearing distance.
"Don't worry about it, Mr. Trapper." Specs said pulling out a small laser from his back pocket and cutting the rope around his wrist and arms.
"Hurry, Specs!" Trapper shouted. "This place is coming down."
"I know." Specs groaned cutting Trapper out of his binds and lifting him up by his right arm nearly pulling him into a run.
Specs and Trapper arrived at their small apartment, run down and in need of renovation, panting with their hands on their knees. Soon after Trapper caught his breath he went to the small, grimy kitchen to put water on the stove for tea.
"They were going to leave us to die!" He growled not looking up from the pot. "and they call themselves the hero. Ha! What a joke!."
"I know, Trapper." Specs said coming up behind the other man.
"You saw how that building was coming down, and they didn't know you had a pocket laser. They could of at least taken us out side where we would have had a chance of surviving."
"At least we weren't arrested this time." Specs said caring more to live in the present and focus on the fact that they were alive.
"I know, but still…" Trapper mumbled as Specs wrapped his arms around the blonds waist and lay his head on the slightly smaller mans back. This always made Trapper calm down a bit even when he was still upset.
"I just hate how everyone always sees them as angels. There no better then us. They don't care who they murder, either." The blond continued to complain.
Specs kissed his friends cheek. "That's because they're not looking at it from the right perspective. Not like us, right Mr. Trapper?"
"Right, Mr. Specs." Trapper said turning his head allowing the brunette to kiss him full on the lips as the teapot made a loud squealing sound that was ignored.
a/n: It's been awhile since I've updated… Sorry if they're a little out of character. I wrote this one to get back into the swing of it. I've had this idea in my mind for awhile, especially after taking another class about crime. Crime always makes me want to watch Static Shock ^o^; Anyway, tell me what you think. Hopefully more chapters to come soon.
