Hi guys! Sorry it's been so long! I've been so busy with School, cons, work and personal life. I also just had bad writer's block. I haven't abandoned this story! No worries my friends!
Please enjoy!~
Lotor caught her fist and grinned. He pulled her into a twirl and twisted her so her back would be flat against his chest. He placed his hand on top of hers, and on her stomach. The hand that she had used to try and punch him was gripped tightly to the right of his head. The mafia head chuckled, and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "You always keep me on my toes darling. Who knows what would have happened if you hit me?~"
The crowd's unease continued growing as they witnessed their odd dance. They knew the young woman most likely did not approve of this, but they were unsure of how to react.
Pidge growled menacingly, and glared fiercely at him. "I am not your 'darling'!" She snarled, "And what would have happened, if my fist landed in your ugly mug, would be you bleeding on the floor with a broken nose." She was not taking any more of this bullshit! Screw patience. She was getting out of here now!
He chuckled and pulled her to the side. He turned to the murmuring crowd. "All the excitement has put her into shock. I can't say I blame her, handling all this can be quite taxing." He motioned to himself and winked at the awkwardly laughing crowd. Grasping her tighter he twirled her off the stage, making a grand exit. Lotor motioned to Thace as he exited the room with his woman. He practically purred in delight at the thought.
Thace sighed, and went to control the crowd.
Pidge grunted and tried to pry her wrist from him. "Where are you taking me now?" She demanded as they entered the hall of the hotel.
The staff quickly adverted their eyes, steered clear, and pretended that nothing was happening. They valued their lives.
Lotor hummed, and released his grip around her stomach. "Why, back to our room of course." He grinned wondering what she would do next.
She snarled, and tried to yank herself away from him, but his damn grip was too strong. "No way in hell!" She stomped her foot and glared at him. "Here's what's going to happen asshole….", she used the hand that was not in Lotor's grip, and pulled his tie roughly, bringing him down to her level. Pidge glared into his yellow eyes. "You are going to let me go right now, and you are taking me back home. NOW.", she growled.
He smirked smugly at her. She was already gorgeous. The way her eyes simmered with rage and glowed… It was incredibly hot. "What makes you think you have a say hm~?" His thumb stroked her wrist's pulse. "I like you Miss Holt. You're a fascinating woman, and I love a good challenge. Once I spot something I want, I will have it."
Pidge briefly wondered if it was possible to strangle him with his own tie. "I am not something to own. Not for anyone, and especially not for you!" Her lips curled up in disdain, and tugged harder on the tie hoping to choke him. "So, get used to disappointment, you sick son of a-!" She yelped.
Lotor quickly slid his grip from her wrist to her neck. Using the grip, she had on his tie to his advantage, he yanked her closer, and locked his lips onto hers.
She stiffened in shock, and her eyes widened in disbelief. What. What? What?! The. Ever. Loving. Hell?!
He grinned in the kiss, and licked into her open mouth. His tongue traced the roof of her pallet, and… the taste was heavenly. Green apple from the martini she had earlier, with a nutty after taste and something he couldn't put his finger on. Something uniquely Pidge. Lotor pulled the shocked woman closer, and entwined his tongue with her frozen one.
Pidge snapped out of it, and released a muffled yell. She aggressively tried to push Lotor away from her, but it was no use. He had a death grip on her. Oh god! What the quiznak was he trying to do with his tongue?! Get it out! She glared into the smug yellow eyes, and tried to jerk away from him.
Lotor tightened his grip on her neck, and released a pleased growl when she ceased struggling. He eagerly slid his tongue across hers, and shuddered in delight when her free hand fisted in his hair.
She aggressively melded her mouth against his and growled against his mouth. Pidge sloppily tangled her tongue with his. Snarls escaped her lips as she made out with him. Her hand tangled more in his hair, and she angrily bit at his lips before trying to dominate the kiss.
He shuddered and bit back against her lips. This was an unexpected development… One he did not mind at all. ~
Pidge grunted into the kiss, before realization dawned on her. What the hell was she doing?! She hated this ass hole! God how could she have made out with him?! Quickly she growled, released her grip on his hair and went to bite his tongue off.
Lotor was able to withdraw his tongue, sensing what she was going to do. Though his lip did not escape unscathed. He panted and with a satisfied purr, and licked his bloody lips. Kissing her was better than he dreamed!
She snarled at him, out of breath, and went to tighten her grip on his tie. Fuck this! She was going to strangle him! How dare this asshole!
He quickly released his hold, and moved away, sensing what she was about to do. "I must say my dear, you taste wonderful." He licked his lips deviously. Oh yes, he would love to do that again… And the way she kissed him back… so… aggressively? He shuddered. It was intoxicating, and such a turn on.
Pidge flushed red to her ears in both embarrassment and anger. Quickly she raised her hand to her mouth, and wiped at her lips rapidly. She spat at the floor, trying to get his taste out of her mouth. She couldn't believe she kissed him! It was a heat of the moment thing! Nothing more! She absolutely despised him! "I'm going to kill you!" She shrieked and launched herself at him, fist raised.
Lotor grinned and blocked her punch. "You kissed me back. You must harbor some attraction toward me. Why else would you French me the way you did?~", he teased and ducked when she attempted to kick him in the face.
She shrieked in anger. "I have none! I would never be attracted to you! Never!" Pidge honestly did not have a comeback to that. Why did she kiss him back? "It was a heat of the moment thing you ass! I hate you! It was an unintentional hate make out!" She tried to punch him again.
He chuckled and caught her fist. "Hoh?~ But a make out none the less.", he kissed her knuckle before dodging her leg. "Really, it's not like I took your first kiss."
Pidge turned redder, and kneed him in the stomach. "Shut up! Shut up ass wipe!"
Lotor winced as her knee connected with his gut, and he wobbled backward. His eyes widened in disbelief and he gaped at her rapidly changing color. No way… A shark-like grin crossed his lips, and he growled lowly with pride. "Unless… Oh my… I did, didn't I?" He made eye contact with her, and deliberately ran his tongue slowly over his lips. "Delicious.~"
She grabbed a vase that was on the hallway table and hurled it at him.
He quickly caught it, and placed it back on an empty table. "Now, now Pidge, don't break things that don't belong to you."
She inhaled and exhaled rapidly. Her hands clenched and unclenched. Calm down. She had to think logically!... After she did some bodily harm. "I'll break whatever quiznaking thing I want, you bleach blonde Barbie!" She threw a small clock and chair at him. Her hands searching for anything to chuck at him.
Lotor flawlessly caught each item and placed them to the side. He barked out a laugh. "Beach blonde Barbie? Surely you can do better than that!" He eyed her and gave a predatory grin. He advanced forward every time she threw something.
"Fuck you Lotor!" She turned away from the bastard and stormed into the opened elevator. She rapidly pressed the up button, and cursed when nothing happened.
Lotor placed his hands on his hips and grinned lecherously at her. "Oh? Is that an invitation? Because I definitely accept.~" He purred, and stocked leisurely to his prey in the elevator.
Pidge flipped him off, and cursed when she realized the elevator needed a card key. Damnit! If she could just get to the room she could execute her escape plan.
Lotor slid into the elevator, and entered the card.
She pushed him out of the way and slammed the close door button. Quickly she scooted to the opposite wall of the elevator.
He leaned against his side smugly. "Do you even know what floor we are?"
Pidge ignored him and counted to ten in her head. She needed to calm down. She pressed the 17th floor button repeatedly.
"Don't go breaking the elevator now… Though if I were trapped with you in it for a few hours, I wouldn't mind. So many… activities we could do together.~"
She snarled at him. "Is decapitation one of them? Because that's the only activity I'd want to do with you."
The elevator dinged, and she got out on the 17th floor.
Lotor chuckled, not fazed at all by her harsh comment. "Wrong floor love. Honestly, I thought you knew by now that escaping is not…" He swayed, and cupped the side of his neck. "Wha?" He wobbled halfway out of the elevator, and stared at her in shock. "….did… you…..do…"
Pidge lowered the aim mechanism on her watch and sneered. "Lights out asshole."
He collapsed onto the floor, unconscious.
She kicked his body mercilessly and she gazed coldly at it. A light bulb went off, and she grabbed his arms, and dragged him out of the elevator. With a grunt she dragged to one of the giant decorative pots. She started undressing him, and stripped him to his silk briefs. Her nose wrinkled. Ugh. Rich bastard. "Revenge never tasted so sweet… Best part is I'll be long gone by the time you wake up and realize what happened." Once she was satisfied she gathered up Lotor's clothes and promptly tossed them out of the open hall window. A grin split her face as his clothes flew from the 17th floor. Pidge glanced back at his unconscious body, and grabbed the marker Lotor had on his person. With a maniacal laugh she doodled all over his face and body. And if the marker happened to be permanent…. Well it just made the vengeance all the sweeter. She lifted his body up and plopped his upper half into the vase so his rear was sticking up and out. Pidge briefly entertained the idea of stripping him completely to max out his humiliation, but decided against it last minute. She pitied the poor people who would have to come across him bare. It would most likely scar them. Pidge giggled as she took the elevator key card and reentered it. A smirk crossed her lips as she gazed at Lotor ass up with fake flowers decorating him. "Bye-bye Lotor. See you never."
The doors closed, and she cheered. So far so good! She got off on the 10th floor, and took out Lotor's card key. It of course was granted full access to every room in the hotel. She felt bad about doing this, but she needed to escape. The genius broke into a random room. Moving quickly, she swiped a jacket, a baseball hat, some pants, and a T-shirt. Pidge stripped out of her dress, and threw on the baggy T-shirt. It had an alien on it, and she couldn't help the smile that crossed her lips. She loved aliens. Quickly she threw on the pants and the jacket. Pidge bounced to the bathroom, and removed her hairpins. Bunching her hair up, she threw the baseball cap on. "Damn birds nest genetics…" Her hair spilled out of the cap oddly. She looked like…. Her brother…
Pidge touched her reflection, and sighed heavily. Now wasn't the time to get sentimental. Now was the time to escape and get home. She took off her earrings, and placed them in her pants pocket alongside the hairpins. She could sell them for a good price to help pay for her mother's medical expenses. She grabbed a packet of makeup remover that was sitting in the shelf and stared at herself. The makeup was gorgeous on her…. She hated that she had to remove it. With a sigh she began removing the caked-on mess. Well…. She looked normal now. "Damn Lotor…" With a grumble she waddled back to the room, and grabbed a jumbo plastic bag. Pidge stuffed the dress into it. Her gaze landed on the phone, and she bit her lip. Before she knew it, she called down to reception and requested to make a long-distance call. Her fingers dialed the hospital number. "Hello? Hi this is Katie… Oh hi Angelica.", she smiled, "I had to go out of town rather suddenly, and my phone broke… I know tragic." She laughed, "Is my mother doing ok?" She glanced away sheepishly. "I see… Do you think you can transfer me to her? Thanks…."
Her mother's familiar voice echoed in the phone. "Kitty Cat! Where have you been?! I have tried calling you, but you wouldn't answer! Two whole days! I even called Hunk! But he didn't know either! He told me you hadn't showed up for your shifts!"
She frowned feeling guilty. "I'm sorry Mom… I… I had to suddenly leave for a job. I'll be back soon. My phone, believe it or not, broke, and I didn't have the proper tools to fix it. I've been so busy, honestly, I was going to call you as soon as I was able."
Coleen scoffed over the phone. "Honestly Katie! Don't scare me like that! A little heads up would have been nice! And the same goes for Hunk! That poor boy was hysterical when he figured out you weren't with me! He was very worried!"
She swung her feet like a child. They did not quite reach he floor due to her height. "Sorry mom. I'll do so next time. Hey, I gotta go. I still need to call Hunk and let him now I'm ok. Love you. I'll hopefully be home soon."
"Alright honey, be safe!"
Pidge smiled and hung up. God, she felt terrible for lying to her mom, but what was she supposed to tell her? "Hey mom I got kidnapped by a criminal mastermind who rules the underworld? Oh, and he apparently wants my body." Yeah no. Not happening. With a sigh she dialed Hunk's restaurant.
"Desert Soul Restaurant, how can I help you?"
She grinned. "Hey Hunk, how's- ", she yelped, and held the phone away from her ear.
"PIDGE! OH, MY QUIZNAK! Where have you been?! No better yet where are you?! Your mom called saying she couldn't get ahold of you, and then I got a call from Coran asking for you too because you missed your shift, which is not normal. I was this close to calling Keith and! -"
"Hunk!" She shouted into the phone. Her brow furrowed, and twitched, "I'm fine! Something…. Came up." She twirled the cord with her finger.
"You're not doing something… illegal are you?" He asked warily.
She sputtered, and choked. "What? No Hunk. I'm on a job," she lied. This was going to be the hard part. Getting past Hunk's lie detector. "It happened so suddenly, that I forgot to mention it to everyone. It has double the pay, and it would cover my mom's medical fees for at least two months."
Hunk sighed in relief, though his voice was still highly suspicious. "And you couldn't have called me? Or your mom?"
"My phone broke," she grunted as the cord cut off her circulation, "and I didn't have the proper tools on me to fix it. This is literally the first time I've been able to call. The jobs kept me real busy."
It was silent on Hunk's end, and Pidge bit her lip wondering why the gentle giant was so quiet. "Hunk?"
There was grumbling on the other end, and Hunk sighed. "Just… don't do it again? I was "This" close to calling Keith in a panic."
She groaned. "And I am ever so glad you didn't… Keith would have destroyed the town looking for me and trying to hunt me down. He's so over protective."
He snorted. "I expect the full details of said 'job', and the truth when you get back." His tone left no room for argument.
Pidge gaped. "W-what? Truth?"
Hunk scoffed, and she could imagine him rolling his eyes at her. "Pidge, I've known you for how long now? I think I can tell when there's something strange in the neighborhood, which there is."
She couldn't help the grin that spread across her face. "Who you gonna call?"
There was silence, and then a barely audible whisper. "Ghostbusters."
The line went silent again, and they both burst out in laughter. They were nerds. If there was an opportunity, no matter how serious the conversation was, they would take it. It was nerd law, and nerd code. They couldn't resist.
Hunk calmed down from his laughter and cleared his throat. "But seriously Pidge, full details when you get back."
She groaned. "Ok, I'll answer the best I can…", she glanced at the clock and mentally cursed. The tranquilizer would be wearing off soon. She had to get out of there. "Hey, I gotta go now. See you in a couple of days." She hung up before he could say anything else. Pidge groaned loudly. She was going to kill Lotor for putting her through this situation. She got up quickly and headed out of the room. She headed to the elevator, and got in. God, she hoped this worked. She was in too deep now. Especially with what she did to Lotor…. Even if the ass deserved it. A shiver ran up her spine, and she shifted the jacket she stole closer to her body.
The elevator pinged at the lobby, and she got out. Holding her breath, she calmly walked past the scowling Sendak and slightly agitated Thace. Sweat slid down her cheeks as she kept her head down. Tidbits of their conversation filtered to her ears.
"Haxus, what do you mean Lotor and Ms. Holt never returned to the room?" He scowled. "I do not care that room services came in and tidied up the room! Did you check the floor?"
Pidge shuffled to the counter, and cleared her throat. She lowered her voice in case Thace heard or recognized her. "Excuse me miss, there should be a bag on hold for me?"
The receptionist smiled at her. "The name sir?"
"Matthew Gunderson."
As the receptionist dug around for the bag, she listened in on the Mafia goons.
"Sendak send your group to investigate floors one through ten. I'll wait down here in case. Haxus, search fifteen through twenty." He sighed and rubbed his temples. "It's worrying Lotor has not checked in… If he had decided to change something last minute, he would have notified me…" Thace frowned.
Sendak headed toward the reception desk, and Pidge quickly adjusted the brim of her hat. Hopefully he wouldn't recognize her. "Miss, did Lotor or a young woman come by here?" He leaned on the counter.
The receptionist turned around and paled. She clutched the bag and smiled forcefully at him. "O-oh. Hello Commander Sendak… N-no. No one had been here, except Mr. Gunderson."
Sendak's eyes narrowed and he scoffed. "Of course, useless…" His gaze landed on Pidge, and she gulped nervously.
Taking a deep breath, she put on an innocent childish façade. Tilting her head, she gazed at him. "Wow… You're so muscular!" She internally winced at how lame that sounded. Pidge switched her weight to her other foot, and bounced eagerly. "Man, I wish I was as strong as you! My big brother wouldn't be able to push me around anymore!" Her eyes sparkled. Hopefully Sendak would fall for her bluff.
Sendak looked startled for a moment, and then he scoffed. He crossed his arms, and rose his brow at the small child? "How old are you kid?"
Pidge shyly rocked on her heels. "Fifteen!" She lied. Being the youngest of the Paladins had its perks she supposed. She was twenty-one while the others ranged from twenty-three to twenty-five. Her physique and height were small enough that she did look like a teenager. Though, it was a pain in the ass every time she went out to a bar.
He eyed the boy and rolled his eyes. "You're puny for your age."
She pouted and felt anger bubble up. When she was actually fifteen she was even smaller than her current height. She crossed her arms and scowled up at him. "Well excuse me mister! Not all of us are muscle machines like you!" She childishly stuck her tongue out and quickly grabbed her bag from the receptionist. Turning on her heel she sprinted out of there, but not before spinning around and giving Sendak the middle finger for added measure.
Sendak blinked in astonishment, before barking out a laugh. That kid had balls, flipping him off like that. The squirt would be fine, and probably push his elder brother around. The feisty ones always managed to succeed. Anyone with that much spark was a-ok in his book. He admittedly puffed up with pride at being recognized as "strong". That kid reminded him of someone… He scratched his head and sighed. It would come to him eventually.
Pidge panted heavily as she ran from the hotel. Quickly she flagged down a taxi, and hopped in. Providing the address, she leaned on the window and sighed in relief as the hotel got farther and farther from view. Hopefully her pen pal wouldn't mind her dropping in briefly. It was highly likely the first place Lotor and his goons would check was the airports. They'd know she'd try to flee the country… She leaned back against the seat and groaned. How was this her life now?
Thace was currently experiencing a dilemma… He stared coolly at the men, and then glanced back at Lotor who was still out cold, ass up in the vase. "What- "His voice cracked, a bubble of laughter escaping before he mercilessly squashed it down. He cleared his throat. "What happened?"
The men fidgeted, and all mumbled and stuttered. They had found Lotor like this. It was evident they were trying to hold back their laughter.
Thace sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He ordered the men to pull their leader out of the vase and carry him into his suite. How this happened he had no idea. What he did know was that Miss Holt, Lotor's freshly dubbed "woman" was missing, and based off the crude language drawn on his skin… It was obvious she was the culprit. A grin crept up his face as he read a rather… vulgar comment off of Lotor's leg. He certainly knew how to pick them. He turned towards Sendak, who just slid into the hall.
"Is it true what's being said on the radios?"
Thace shrugged helplessly. "Depends on what you heard."
He growled, "That Lotor's been- "his eyes landed on the struggling grunts, and his mouth dropped open. "W-what? H-how did?"
The highest in command sighed, "That's what I would like to know. Ms. Holt is responsible no doubt about it…. But the men can't seem to find her at the moment."
Sendak wheezed, trying to contain his laughter. "The brats good. I'll give her that. Still…. To treat Lotor, of all people with such blatant disrespect, and humiliation… She's going to die."
Thace shook his head. "As much as I would normally agree with you, I bet you two-hundred dollars that Lotor will just desire her more. It's not every day he meets a woman who can best him."
Sendak folded his arms, and hummed in thought. "That is true…." His mind conjuring images of what their boss could do to her. "You have yourself a deal. I still say he's going to torture her." He shook Thace's hand. They still had to find her. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a cigarette.
Thace quickly lit the cigarette for his comrade.
He brought the tobacco stick to his lips and inhaled deeply, relishing in the burn. With a sigh, he released the toxins. "Any idea where our target got to?" His hand twitched at his side at the thought of a hunt. His blood was pumping earlier when he met Ms. Holt. She definitely provided a challenge. One that got his hunting instincts screaming. He could understand why Lotor was having as much fun with her. She was rare. His instincts hummed in the back of his mind. Oh, he could not wait to hunt her down and forcefully drag her back to Lotor.
Thace slid his thumb down the holoscreen, and grumbled. "apparently Ms. Holt planned her escape during the party. A most impressive feat given her circumstances."
Sendak released another puff of smoke, and hummed. "She planned this in such a short amount of time?" His lips twitched into a grin. Oh, a challenge indeed.
Thace sighed. "I don't know all the specifics, but I will soon. No matter…" He dismissed the holoscreen. "She can't have gotten far. Her first attempt will most likely be the airport." He walked toward the elevator, and stepped in with Sendak once it opened. "She will try to flee the country. I knew I should have taken her passport when I had possession of her bag. I just didn't think she'd pull one on us…" He pinched the bridge of his nose, and inhaled the smoke from Sendak's cigarette.
He grunted. "Shit happens. It's what we do next that matters."
The doors opened to the lobby, and they walked out to the room filled with their men, waiting to take orders.
Sendak turned a bloodthirsty grin to Thace. "…Now, are we going mouse hunting or what?"
Pidge sneezed in the taxi. Locks of her hair trickled out of the cap. Someone was planning her demise… That had to be it. Most likely Lotor… Or it was Keith… it had to be Keith.
The taxi driver gazed at her through the rearview mirror. "Everything alright miss?"
Pidge blinked and smiled politely at the man. "Oh, Everything's fine." Her eye's trailed on the street signs. She wished she knew this area well enough to tell if they were there yet. "If you don't mind me asking, are we almost there?"
The man smiled, as he stopped at a stoplight. "Oh yes. We should be there in about ten minutes." He trailed his hands across the passenger seat, and grabbed his phone. He hummed as he read the text message, and released a chuckle. "Ah, my kids causing trouble again. Poor misses can't handle it." He texted back and placed the phone down as the light turned green. "Have any children yourself miss?"
Pidge awkwardly laughed. "No, no children. I'm still far too young for that…" Huh… She didn't recall her pen-pal living this close in the slums… When they exchanged letters for the first time, she checked the address using Google Maps to see the layout… it wasn't the right way… No, she was being paranoid! Google Maps was known for being old on its satellite photos. They probably renovated the place since it was taken. Her gut burned something fierce.
The driver hummed as they slowed down, and pulled off the main street into an alley.
Pidge tightened her grip on her bag. "Actually, you know what, I'll get out here. I just texted my friend, and they said to meet them at a different address. I'll walk."
He smiled. "Oh, alright. Let me just pull over here…" He turned left, and tapped his thumbs on the wheel. "Forgive me for saying this miss… but…"
The doors clicked, indicating that they had been locked.
Pidge started sweating as the man looked her directly in the eyes through the mirror.
"How can you text when your phone doesn't have its battery?" He smiled.
She tensed, and her eyes narrowed. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
The man laughed. "Today must be my lucky day! I was this close to being evicted by my landlord, and being hunted by the Galra for not paying my debt! I was just about ready to give up hope, and then you come along!" the man threw back his head in laughter. "To think that my fare would be the current 'Number One Most Wanted' for the Galra! What luck!" He turned around in his seat and tapped his phone to his lips with a smile. "The Galra will be here to collect you shortly. So just sit tight." He sighed. "Oh, this is just wonderful! They'll forgive my debt! Maybe even offer me a spot in their ranks! Morvok The Hunter! It's got such a nice ring to it!"
Pidge paled, before scowling fiercely at the man. "Yeah, not happening." Her eyes trailed across the car looking for anything she could use to escape. She laid on her back, and brought her leg up to kick at the window.
The man scowled. "Hey! Stop that! You'll damage my ride! You brat!" He unbuckled his seat belt, and leaned over to restrain her.
Pidge snarled and aimed her foot at his face.
He squawked as it made contact. The force of the kick knocked off his taxi cab hat, and Pidge snorted.
"Wow, your genetics must really suck if your hair naturally parts like that… You look like an elf." She kicked his seat for good measure. "A bald elf… No wait on second thought, you look like a clown." She shrugged and continued to kick at the window.
Morvok growled. How dare this woman make fun of him! Just because he was bald, and had hair growing to the side of his head didn't mean she had to call him out on it! Recovering from her kick, the short man launched himself out of the front seat, and into the back. He was certain the Galra wouldn't mind if he roughed up their target. Little brat deserved it.
She let out a surprised gasp as his weight was suddenly on top of her. Her body thrashed madly as he tried to restrain her. "Get off!"
"Never you little brat! I'm going to teach you some manners before the Galra come!" He brought his elbow down into her stomach and grinned as she wheezed.
Pidge coughed and glared fiercely. "That's how you want to play?" She moved her arm and made it seem like she was going to punch him. She couldn't help the smirk that crossed her lips as Morvok grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them down.
He sneered. "Not so cocky now are you runt?" He let out a startled wheeze as pain blossomed from in between his legs. Morvok went limp.
Pidge used this to her advantage and switched their positions. She straddled the man and brought her fist down into his face a couple of times. "I'm not a runt! I'm just small for my age!"
Morvok gurgled and desperately clawed for the umbrella he kept under the seat. He quickly brought it on her, and while she was distracted he reached across the seat.
Pidge yelped as the umbrella stabbed her in the arm and opened. That was going to bruise tomorrow. Quickly she managed to close it, and she planned to use it to hit him.
A click echoed in the taxi, and she froze.
Morvok wheezed, blood dripping down his face as he leaned against the right-side door. His hand shook as he held his weapon to the girl. "N'w no mow futhy busthess , or I'll s'oot." He slurred.
Pidge rose her hands to where he could see them, and she rose her brow at him. "You had a gun this whole time, but waited till now to use it? It would have saved you a world of hurt." She smirked.
He snarled and brought the butt of the gun down on her head. "S'ut up!"
She gasped as pain blossomed on her head, and oof yeah, that would definitely bruise tomorrow. Her hand trailed to her head and she felt wetness, and the smell of copper. Bastard drew blood. Pidge winced as she made to lean against the door; however, Morvok had other plans.
He smirked. "Not tho' cocky now 're we?" He brought his fist up and slammed it into her face. Morvok watched in content, as she slammed into the door. Her head making contact with the window. "Now stay put."
Pidge slumped down the door and panted. That bastard! Wait till she got another chance at him…. She shifted her hand slowly down her leg to her shoes. Her fingers turned the knob.
Morvok watched her cautiously as he lit himself a cigarette. The gun still firmly pointed at her. The Galra were taking their sweet time getting to them, and the back seat they shared was getting awfully cramped. He inhaled and blew out the smoke in distaste. These ones were more bitter than he was used to. He spat a mouth full of blood out the slightly cracked window.
Her nose wrinkled in distaste and she waved the smoke from her face. "Ugh. Do you have to smoke that in here? It's absolutely disgusting. You're going to die early you know, if you keep at it."
The little man sneered at her and purposely blew a huge puff in her direction. "Not as early as you are. What did you do to get the Galra on you hm?"
Pidge coughed and rubbed at her eyes. "I saved their boss, and now he's my stalker." She deadpanned.
He snorted. "Hah! Right, and I'm secretly a furry."
She rolled her eyes, and crossed her arm. Her head was throbbing something fierce, and blood kept getting in her eye. She shifted her legs in a laxer stance. Perhaps she could get him to lower his guard.
Morvok's phone pinged and he flipped it open. "They'll be here for you in ten minutes." He sighed at the thought. He was so close to being in their ranks and-! He aimed the gun at her, and pulled the safety off when he noticed she moved closer. "Stay back!"
Pidge grit her teeth and braced herself. She was out of time.
A loud bang echoed in the alleyway.
Thace slammed the car door closed and exhaled loudly.
Sendak whistled appreciatively at the mess that Ms. Holt left.
The taxi was smoking, the door blown off its hinges. The windows of the taxi were cracked, and their target was nowhere in sight. Morvok was unconscious many feet away from his vehicle, atop the missing car door. The lamp posts flickered on and off due to the taxi door bending it in half. Blood pooled around Morvok, and upon inspection the weasel was alive, but barely. A gun lay on the floor by Morvok's body. Blood was splattered on the floor, and Sendak had a strong suspicion that it was not the goons.
Thace pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned. "How? Yet again Ms. Holt has pulled one on us… and her carnage reminds me of a monster movie with the amount of damage she's doing."
Sendak chuckled. "She's not going down without a fight." He pulled a cigarette from his jacket pocket and lit it. Taking a long drag he sighed as the tobacco re-filled his system. "You there! Get him to the clinic, when he wakes up squeeze every bit of information from him as you can."
The man saluted and grabbed Morvok's body off the door. The door creaked ominously as his body was wrenched from it.
Thace winced in sympathy at the full body imprint left in the door. Oh yes, Ms. Holt let him have it. He turned toward Sendak. "It appears Morvok fired his gun, but there's no trace of a bullet in the car. I can only assume Ms. Holt took a bullet…."
Sendak shuddered. "For the sake of Morvok's wife, I sincerely hope she didn't. Lotor will not be pleased if his woman is in any way harmed."
The men dragged Morvok's body into a car, and a moment of silence permeated between Thace and Sendak. They knew Morvok would be disposed of, especially if he had indeed shot Ms. Holt.
He sighed and scratched his beard. "Nonetheless, even if the bullet missed her completely, the blood on the taxi window appears to be hers. She's injured, and thus couldn't have gotten far."
Sendak exhaled the smoke from his earlier drag. "I already have men searching the next couple of streets over. She won't be able to get away again."
The lamppost creaked, and metal grinded on itself. The lamppost's light went out, and the metal structure gave out, falling forward onto Thace's car.
He sighed heavily as his men scrambled around him in a slight panic. Sparks flew everywhere and the wires from the lamppost twitched on the floor and his car. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed again. It was just his luck wasn't it? He glanced at the small diameter of light coming from Sendak's cigarette bud and grumbled. "I sincerely have a doubt about that…." Their record was not the best.
Pidge panted heavily as she got off the bus. She ignored the concerned look the bus driver was giving her, and waved him off when he once again asked if she was certain she was alright. She stumbled slightly and cursed as she leaned on the bus bench. With a shuddering breath she pushed away from the bench, and walked toward the address she remembered from her letters.
Time blurred for her, and she found herself standing in front of a shady looking apartment building. Pidge couldn't help the snort that escaped her. It didn't surprise her that he lived in this part of Hong Kong. With a pained gasp she brought her red streaked hand up to the door and knocked.
Silence.
Grumbling Pidge knocked again, and louder this time. She kept knocking till she heard some movement on the other side of the door.
The door flew open and a grouchy voice echoed from the dark hallway the door revealed. "What the hell do you want?! Don't you know what time it is?! I'm closed! Business hours are!-"
Pidge snorted. "Glad to see you're relatively the same." She wheezed.
Tired black rimmed blue eyes stared at her in disbelief. His short white hair spiked up messily. A classic case of bed head. His bangs draped to the right of his nose. "What in the? Holy shit! Pidge?! Is that you? What the quiznak are you doing in fucking Hong Kong this late at night?!"
Pidge laughed, but immediately winced at the action. She panted heavily, and opened and closed her mouth.
He eyed her in alarm, and concern. "Pidge? You alright? Here, its best if you come- Holy Fuck!" He yelped as she collapsed into his hallway. Instantly he was by her side, door slammed closed. "I swear to fucking Christ! If you're drunk I'm going to-" His breath hitched as he noticed the red streaks on her face, and the rapidly growing puddle of blood. Quickly he flipped her onto her back, and let out a loud curse.
"Shit." Rolo knew he was going to be in for a long night.
