Author: Chippewa Livingston
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Disclaimer: I claim no affiliation or ownership of characters or material related to Dark Angel.
An Unauthorized Genetic Experiment: Hand to hand.
Even with Roxanne's smile firmly in place I was feeling a little vindictive toward 'Jack.' After all, he'd been the one to go all noble and rescue radioactive glow girl. So when his voice cut through all the other sounds around me, demanding that someone wear her shirt I took my time on my way to the kitchen. It was unlikely that he was in any real physical danger from an emaciated teenaged girl.
I shoved at the swinging door, Mitzi behind me. Scene: three men, three ski masks, three loaded guns.
In terms of physical danger, that gun might present a problem. The two of us were good but Superman still had us beat in the bullet repellent category. The front man was scanning the kitchen for cash. I looked at 'Jack' and we raised our hands in the air, I, dropping my tray in the process. "I-I open the safe." I said letting Roxie's southern drawl quiver.
Mitzi started forward and the front man squared off against her. She froze doing a remarkably accurate impression of a deer in headlights. "You don't know the combination Roxie." She said quietly.
The gunmen glared at me. "I do so." I said, silently begging Mitzi not to argue. I needed control and I needed it now.
It's hard to walk in a non-threatening way when you've been trained as every kind of assassin. But I managed it, shuffling slowly to the row of hanging frying pans that concealed the little safe. I shoved the fried egg encrusted pans aside to reveal the door set with a combination lock.
Under the pretense of watching the gunmen my eyes never left 'Jack'. Above his head, his hands spasmed in frightened motions. Only to my eyes they were words and phrases.
I turned to the safe, leaning in to catch the sound of tumblers falling into place. Zero. Rumble. 14. Thunk. 34. I spun it one more time and pulled on the handle. The metal groaned and strained but the door stayed firmly shut. I shot a panic- stricken look at the nearest masked man and adjusted the dial. It was still locked tight. The whites of my eyes were showing when I looked back.
Two of the gunmen were fully focused on me now. The third was still watching the others, especially a topless Lucid. "It sticks." Mitzi offered feebly.
With an angry utterance the nearest gunman approached me, gun lowered a little. Closer. Closer. He prodded me out of his way casually with the barrel of his gun to my abdomen. For a moment I froze, really feeling the panic of Roxie's bloodless face.
But then his hand was reaching for the safe and my training took over. The gun was nearest to me, in his right hand. I used the natural bend of his wrist to turn it to his chest. Now that his grip was weakened to wrenched the barrel down with my other hand and the gun came away in my hand. At the same moment 'Jack' prodded Lucid savagely with his heel toward his overseer. "Like her?" He asked. "Take her."
Distracted by the tangle of lanky limbs propelled in his direction, the man had lost his gun before he knew 'Jack' was on him. Immediately a shot was fired. I watched in slow motion as the bullet struck, just wide of my shoulder. I had my gunmen to thank for that his partner missed wide in fear of hitting him.
I raised my gun as the man took aim again. But neither of us fired. A bullet ripped through the man's torso. Red blossomed under his gun arm spreading like some beautiful deadly flower. He faltered. Another bullet embedded itself in the back of his shoulder and the gun fell to the floor. The blood spread more slowly from this wound.
I took the opportunity to introduce my gunman to the butt of his own gun and he slumped unconscious to the floor. I dropped the gun then. Not out of horror for my violence. I had never done that kind of thing, not even at six. Somehow my hands were roving over my stomach even though I was sure I hadn't been hit.
Archive: Please ask
Disclaimer: I claim no affiliation or ownership of characters or material related to Dark Angel.
An Unauthorized Genetic Experiment: Hand to hand.
Even with Roxanne's smile firmly in place I was feeling a little vindictive toward 'Jack.' After all, he'd been the one to go all noble and rescue radioactive glow girl. So when his voice cut through all the other sounds around me, demanding that someone wear her shirt I took my time on my way to the kitchen. It was unlikely that he was in any real physical danger from an emaciated teenaged girl.
I shoved at the swinging door, Mitzi behind me. Scene: three men, three ski masks, three loaded guns.
In terms of physical danger, that gun might present a problem. The two of us were good but Superman still had us beat in the bullet repellent category. The front man was scanning the kitchen for cash. I looked at 'Jack' and we raised our hands in the air, I, dropping my tray in the process. "I-I open the safe." I said letting Roxie's southern drawl quiver.
Mitzi started forward and the front man squared off against her. She froze doing a remarkably accurate impression of a deer in headlights. "You don't know the combination Roxie." She said quietly.
The gunmen glared at me. "I do so." I said, silently begging Mitzi not to argue. I needed control and I needed it now.
It's hard to walk in a non-threatening way when you've been trained as every kind of assassin. But I managed it, shuffling slowly to the row of hanging frying pans that concealed the little safe. I shoved the fried egg encrusted pans aside to reveal the door set with a combination lock.
Under the pretense of watching the gunmen my eyes never left 'Jack'. Above his head, his hands spasmed in frightened motions. Only to my eyes they were words and phrases.
I turned to the safe, leaning in to catch the sound of tumblers falling into place. Zero. Rumble. 14. Thunk. 34. I spun it one more time and pulled on the handle. The metal groaned and strained but the door stayed firmly shut. I shot a panic- stricken look at the nearest masked man and adjusted the dial. It was still locked tight. The whites of my eyes were showing when I looked back.
Two of the gunmen were fully focused on me now. The third was still watching the others, especially a topless Lucid. "It sticks." Mitzi offered feebly.
With an angry utterance the nearest gunman approached me, gun lowered a little. Closer. Closer. He prodded me out of his way casually with the barrel of his gun to my abdomen. For a moment I froze, really feeling the panic of Roxie's bloodless face.
But then his hand was reaching for the safe and my training took over. The gun was nearest to me, in his right hand. I used the natural bend of his wrist to turn it to his chest. Now that his grip was weakened to wrenched the barrel down with my other hand and the gun came away in my hand. At the same moment 'Jack' prodded Lucid savagely with his heel toward his overseer. "Like her?" He asked. "Take her."
Distracted by the tangle of lanky limbs propelled in his direction, the man had lost his gun before he knew 'Jack' was on him. Immediately a shot was fired. I watched in slow motion as the bullet struck, just wide of my shoulder. I had my gunmen to thank for that his partner missed wide in fear of hitting him.
I raised my gun as the man took aim again. But neither of us fired. A bullet ripped through the man's torso. Red blossomed under his gun arm spreading like some beautiful deadly flower. He faltered. Another bullet embedded itself in the back of his shoulder and the gun fell to the floor. The blood spread more slowly from this wound.
I took the opportunity to introduce my gunman to the butt of his own gun and he slumped unconscious to the floor. I dropped the gun then. Not out of horror for my violence. I had never done that kind of thing, not even at six. Somehow my hands were roving over my stomach even though I was sure I hadn't been hit.