The characters belong to Top cow and TNT as do all their toys, accessories and appliances, including the Witchblade. Twinkieª belongs to Hostess, I think.
Tenebrous
chapter 16
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Sara and Jake, Mercer street
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The pre-dawn quiet of Mercer Street had been violated by the explosion from the alley. A deliveryman, fortunately protected by his sturdy truck, watched as his packages were assaulted by flying debris. While Sara had been thrown several feet, an industrial size box of Twinkiesª had interrupted Jake's trajectory.
Unable to withstand the force of the human missile, the simple cardboard box exploded on impact. Freed from their prison, the plastic wrapped 'confections' shot out in every direction. Twinkies scattered about the street surrounding the stunned detective. Many of the supposedly indestructible logs of sugar were flattened by the man's collision, but at least the spongy encasing and durable filling had softened Jake's landing.
Sara had been so consumed with Nottingham's tacit betrayal that it didn't occur to her to check Jake's condition until after Danny had departed. Scanning the area, she spotted him a few yards away. He was lying in a pile of paper boxes and smushed foodstuffs with a perplexed look on his face.
Relieved that her partner seemed to have survived the blast, Sara quickly speculated Danny's brief message. She suspected there was some second meaning to his last sentence but Sara didn't have time to figure it out at the moment. The important matter was that her ethereal friend had shook his head 'no' to her question. That Ian hadn't known about the bomb assuaged her worst fears but unveiled new ones. This meant that the Sufult had managed to slip something past the 'Prince of Paranoia'.
Both Ian and Gabriel had said the Sufult would not attack the Wielder directly. Underhanded as it was, She still considered it a direct attack. They had obviously changed their strategy and this did not bode well. If Nottingham was unaware of the sect's tactics and intentions, he and Gabriel were at a greater risk, along with her and the Blade. Despite the failure of their assassination attempt, the Sufult had still managed to separate her from her friend and the assassin who had promised to keep him safe.
Sara was brought out of her speculations by a moan from Jake. He was grabbing his knee and rocking a bit, obviously in pain. "Oh man, I 'so' did not see that one coming," he complained.
Sara ran over and knelt to check his injury but couldn't resist a reprimand, especially after his 'Dante-esque' performance in the car. "Well, that's what you get for not listening to me, rookie," she stated, making sure the word 'rookie' had just the right flavor of disdain to it.
Jake received the backhanded comment with grace, much to his acclaim. Hanging his head and shaking it with a grin on his face, he responded, "I know, I know... You're the big dog and I'm the pup." Looking up at her with a sheepish smile, he added, "Sorry for the interrogation, I had no right."
Sara was frustrated. *Why won't anyone just let me stay mad at them?* All of this waffling between trust/suspicion, anger/concern and relief/anxiety was making her crazy.
"Yeah, yeah, save it for the showgirls, Casanova, we gotta get you to a hospital," she replied. Sara looked at her wrist and scanned the area, the gem was pulsing slightly and she wasn't sure what to make of it. Rather than waiting around for more fireworks, she decided it was time to get out of there.
Resisting the urge to just drag him to the thankfully unharmed police vehicle, Sara checked him for serious injuries first. According to Jake, other than an injured knee and Twinkieª filling in embarrassing areas, he was okay. Mentally, she smirked at what the initial reaction of the medical staff to his appearance would be. Apparently, the occasionally defamed baked goods had taken their own revenge for their malignment. Though Jake tried his best to rid himself of his unintentional adornment, certain areas were still smeared with a thin layer of cream filling.
Sara helped her partner into the car and impatiently sped off to the nearest medical facility. Although her foremost need was to get Jake and herself out of harm's way, Sara couldn't help but worry about how Gabriel and Nottingham were faring but it would have to wait. Hopefully Nottingham was keeping to his word.
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a/n - I don't know if anyone noticed or cares, but Mercer Street is where Gabriel kept seeing Lazar in 'coincidence' and is also the location where this story started off. The body is, of course, the man who was stalking Gabriel and whom Nottingham killed - the first casualty of the story (Not counting grammatical errors or jaded readers).
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A big thank you to Roguegal17 once again and the people who have reviewed this story.
I've been mentally exhausted from a heavy workload; computer problems; social chaos and a deranged cat, hence the delayed chapter. With prompting, I may get up the energy to put the finishing touches on the second part of this piece (Ian & Gabe) and post it. We'll see... So busy, so tired.
Tenebrous
chapter 16
*****************************************************
Sara and Jake, Mercer street
**************************
The pre-dawn quiet of Mercer Street had been violated by the explosion from the alley. A deliveryman, fortunately protected by his sturdy truck, watched as his packages were assaulted by flying debris. While Sara had been thrown several feet, an industrial size box of Twinkiesª had interrupted Jake's trajectory.
Unable to withstand the force of the human missile, the simple cardboard box exploded on impact. Freed from their prison, the plastic wrapped 'confections' shot out in every direction. Twinkies scattered about the street surrounding the stunned detective. Many of the supposedly indestructible logs of sugar were flattened by the man's collision, but at least the spongy encasing and durable filling had softened Jake's landing.
Sara had been so consumed with Nottingham's tacit betrayal that it didn't occur to her to check Jake's condition until after Danny had departed. Scanning the area, she spotted him a few yards away. He was lying in a pile of paper boxes and smushed foodstuffs with a perplexed look on his face.
Relieved that her partner seemed to have survived the blast, Sara quickly speculated Danny's brief message. She suspected there was some second meaning to his last sentence but Sara didn't have time to figure it out at the moment. The important matter was that her ethereal friend had shook his head 'no' to her question. That Ian hadn't known about the bomb assuaged her worst fears but unveiled new ones. This meant that the Sufult had managed to slip something past the 'Prince of Paranoia'.
Both Ian and Gabriel had said the Sufult would not attack the Wielder directly. Underhanded as it was, She still considered it a direct attack. They had obviously changed their strategy and this did not bode well. If Nottingham was unaware of the sect's tactics and intentions, he and Gabriel were at a greater risk, along with her and the Blade. Despite the failure of their assassination attempt, the Sufult had still managed to separate her from her friend and the assassin who had promised to keep him safe.
Sara was brought out of her speculations by a moan from Jake. He was grabbing his knee and rocking a bit, obviously in pain. "Oh man, I 'so' did not see that one coming," he complained.
Sara ran over and knelt to check his injury but couldn't resist a reprimand, especially after his 'Dante-esque' performance in the car. "Well, that's what you get for not listening to me, rookie," she stated, making sure the word 'rookie' had just the right flavor of disdain to it.
Jake received the backhanded comment with grace, much to his acclaim. Hanging his head and shaking it with a grin on his face, he responded, "I know, I know... You're the big dog and I'm the pup." Looking up at her with a sheepish smile, he added, "Sorry for the interrogation, I had no right."
Sara was frustrated. *Why won't anyone just let me stay mad at them?* All of this waffling between trust/suspicion, anger/concern and relief/anxiety was making her crazy.
"Yeah, yeah, save it for the showgirls, Casanova, we gotta get you to a hospital," she replied. Sara looked at her wrist and scanned the area, the gem was pulsing slightly and she wasn't sure what to make of it. Rather than waiting around for more fireworks, she decided it was time to get out of there.
Resisting the urge to just drag him to the thankfully unharmed police vehicle, Sara checked him for serious injuries first. According to Jake, other than an injured knee and Twinkieª filling in embarrassing areas, he was okay. Mentally, she smirked at what the initial reaction of the medical staff to his appearance would be. Apparently, the occasionally defamed baked goods had taken their own revenge for their malignment. Though Jake tried his best to rid himself of his unintentional adornment, certain areas were still smeared with a thin layer of cream filling.
Sara helped her partner into the car and impatiently sped off to the nearest medical facility. Although her foremost need was to get Jake and herself out of harm's way, Sara couldn't help but worry about how Gabriel and Nottingham were faring but it would have to wait. Hopefully Nottingham was keeping to his word.
*****************************************************tbc
a/n - I don't know if anyone noticed or cares, but Mercer Street is where Gabriel kept seeing Lazar in 'coincidence' and is also the location where this story started off. The body is, of course, the man who was stalking Gabriel and whom Nottingham killed - the first casualty of the story (Not counting grammatical errors or jaded readers).
*******
A big thank you to Roguegal17 once again and the people who have reviewed this story.
I've been mentally exhausted from a heavy workload; computer problems; social chaos and a deranged cat, hence the delayed chapter. With prompting, I may get up the energy to put the finishing touches on the second part of this piece (Ian & Gabe) and post it. We'll see... So busy, so tired.