Okay, just so everyone's clear on this, the warning on the first chapter is for the entire story okay? Not just for that chapter ^^
The next morning, Johnny woke up with a start, cursing himself for falling asleep. He didn't like the things that he usually dreamt about, but in this particular one, he had dreamt about her: that nice little Vixen girl who had bumped into him yesterday.
She had been one of the very few, if not only, person that has ever apologized to him. A real apology, not some petty words a person spews out when they bump into someone and are too busy talking on their cell-phones to care.
His thoughts then wandered back to his dream: He was floating in the air and had black bat-wings perched upon his shoulder blades. There was a light in front of him that was slowly coming towards him.
The light then stopped in front of him and vanished, revealing a glowing Vixen, wearing a long white dress with white angel wings on her back and her arms folded across her breasts.
Her eyes were closed and she had a very peaceful look on her face. He tried to reach out to her, but got shocked by something. He tried again and pulled back when he noticed some kind of blue lightening surrounding her…
And that's when he woke up. He rubbed his eyes then looked around a moment. "Huh, maybe it's a sign?"
Johnny thought about his dream all the way to Taco Hell, where he sat in a booth while eating his taco, quietly contemplating.
He heard a scream and looked out the window to see Vixen running down the street, being chased by a man. In a sort of trance, he quickly finished his taco then ran outside, pursuing the chase.
The man then threw a knife at her, stabbing her in the leg and she tumbled to the ground, breathing heavily with her eyes halfway closed. The man pulled out the knife and dragged her into the alleyway.
Johnny then stealthily followed them into the alley and hid behind a few trashcans. He sensed this guy was a major asshole. He had short greasy black hair that was slicked back and had on a pair of beige pants and a white T-shirt with a black trench coat over it.
He picked up Vixen by her shirt and forced her to stand up, then slammed her body against the brick wall. "Alright woman, where's my fuckin' money?!" The man demanded with a virile voice.
Vixen rolled her eyes, her upper lip curled into a snarl as she reached in her pocket and pulled a wad of bills, then trusted it at the man. "Here's fifty-two dollars I got from work yesterday, now will you stop bugging me?"
The man inspected the money, then stuffed it in his pocket. "Where's the rest of it?" The man yelled, slamming her against the wall once more. "That's all I have okay?! I'm already working two jobs!" Vixen shouted, irritated. She was obviously not afraid of this man.
The man then looked up and scratched his chin. "My, are you really that determined to keep your father alive?" The man asked thoughtfully, looking at Vixen through a half-lidded gaze.
"Well, he is one of the very few people who cares about my existence, Mark" Vixen said and crossed her arms, the name 'Mark' filled with hate. Mark released his grip on her shirt and he stepped back, turning to the side and looking at her out of the corner of his eye.
"Yes, well, how is he doing anyway?" He asked carelessly, causing Vixen to growl and dig her nails into the wall. "Still breathing." She answered dangerously, "But he still needs another operation…"
Mark cocked and eyebrow, then turned to face her again. "I could lend you some more money you know," He said, grinning crookedly. Vixen then snapped her head up to look at him, brows furrowed. "…W-what do I have to do?" She asked cautiously, a tiny hint of fear in her voice.
"Oh, nothing special," Mark said, his voice hiding something. He walked back over to Vixen to put his hands against the wall on either side of her head and leaning down so that they were face to face.
"You just have to give me something you can give only once…" Vixen knew exactly what he meant and violently pushed him away. "No way!" She balked, balling her fists, "I don't want to end up like that Sarah girl on that Public Service Announcement who was 15 and had a damn fuckin' baby!!" She screamed, remembering the commercial.
"Come on, Ragdoll, live a little," Vixen's eye twitched. "I told you not to call me that! That's not my name and you know it!" Mark grinned. "But it's such a fitting nickname, don't you agree,"
He paused for a moment, slinking up to her and looking at her in a way Johnny definitely didn't like. "…Ragdoll?" Vixen growled. "No, no, no, no, no!!" She screamed, plugging her ears and shutting her eyes while stamping the ground with her foot.
Mark sighed in exasperation and slapped her across the face, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head with one hand. "If you're not going to give it to me," he started with a lecherous grin as his other hand then started to slowly move up her thigh,
"then I guess I'll have to take it from you!" Johnny was about to step in, when Vixen kicked Mark in the groin, causing him to double over in pain and releasing her hands.
Mark looked up at her, then pulled out his knife. "YOU BITCH!!" He bellowed, lunging at her, but she swiped her hand across her bloody leg and smeared it in his eyes when he was close enough. He stopped and staggered, trying desperately to wipe the blood out of his eyes.
Vixen then grabbed the back of his head. "SAY HELLO TO THE WALL!!!" She yelled maniacally, ramming his face into the wall, breaking his nose and knocking him out cold.
She panted heavily as the adrenaline was pumping through her veins. She bent down and took the knife out of Mark's hand, then looked up and threw it on a roof building.
She felt a little woozy and sat down on the ground. "Okay, maybe I'll just…take a nap here," She then promptly passed out.
Hehe, looks like Johnny didn't have to save her after all ^^;;; Oh yeah, you might see AeroSmith references in this story, as you can already see ^.~ For some reason JTHM and AeroSmith seem to go pretty good together. Or maybe it's just me o.O