No reviews? *sniff*
Jorntil: The world hates you.
Jiaan: You're worthless.
*burst into tears*
Jorntil: Oh, look! One review.
*perks up* Nani?
Maroku: Darn! You just had to tell her!
WAIIIIIIII! I DON'T HAVE A REVIEWLESS CHAPPIE ANYMORE!
Jiaan: My ears…they are shot…
And here it is, the promised 'action,' now that my computer is back in shape.
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"FUCK! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…"
"Nice to see you too, Johnny," Kai growled sarcastically, hauling the half-frozen Scot into the room and plunking him down in a chair. "What's up?"
"Kai, you idiot – we've gotta get out of here. Now. Fast."
Instead of being stupid and wasting time by saying "…what?" (which was more of a Tyson-thing to do, anyway), Kai immediately started shaking the drowsing neko-jin on the bed. "Rei, Rei! Come on. We have to go now, you can sleep later…" His frantic attempts were thankfully successful, the Chinese boy stirring back into heavy-eyed wakefulness.
"What's all the racket?" questioned the Russian captain, walking in from the tiny bedroom. Calculating blue eyes fell on Johnny. "Oh. I take it you're our 'savior,' then?"
"You don't have to sound so bitchy about it," snapped the youth in question, sitting on his hands to warm them up. "Where are the others? I was followed by a couple of guys back there, I lost 'em, but Salamulyon says they're headed this way, and fast."
Tala blinked and swung right around, snapping orders tonelessly. "Ian! Sergei[1]! Bryan! You heard him, move, now!"
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My prey. Gold stared coolly into blank gray, as she gestured at one of the figures, filing slowly into the snowed-over alleyway.
Her companion blinked. Yours. A cloth-swathed fingertip pointed at another one. Mine.
Behind them, two others glanced at each other and unanimously nodded, mouths curling into cold smiles.
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Run just run don't even think of turning around you can't afford it goddamn it hurts to be moving this fast this long I swear if we make it back I'm getting more exercise for sure –
All the same, Johnny risked a glance back over his shoulder, eyes widening in fear as two dark figures skidded around the corner, impossibly fast.
"Hurry UP!" barked the other redhead, feet pounding the snow-slick ground. Four black-clothed figures had begun chasing them almost as soon as they had left the hotel, causing them to split up; Kai, Rei and Ian one way, Spencer and Bryan the other, with Johnny and Tala to form the last group. Their mysterious pursuers had likewise veered apart without hesitation, as though they had anticipated the maneuver.
Johnny groaned in between his desperate gasps for air as Tala took a wrong turn, slipping to a halt as he spotted the waiting blank wall.
We would have to get two of 'em – what a cliché place in which to go.
The Russian's eyes flicked back to his companion, the small part of him that was still human feeling a twinge of something akin to respect. Where he knew quite a few who would be shaking in their shoes at this moment, the Scot just looked determined, although the cyborg's eyes didn't miss the sweat beading on his forehead and upper lip despite the cold.
"MacGregor."
Amethyst eyes looked questioningly in his direction.
"We don't know how strong they are, if they have weapons or blades." But there is a high chance they will – why send out unarmed thugs to chase us? "We need to fight them, try to break out of this trap."
"Ah." Johnny scrabbled with something around his neck, his other hand searching a pocket to reveal a small customized ripcord and launcher [2]. Tala did likewise, adjusting his gunshooter [3] for maximum power.
The two hunters, masked and garbed in black, slowed as they reached the mouth of the alleyway. Johnny was strongly reminded of wolves, advancing on helpless cornered prey. Except…well, he wasn't helpless, and was most definitely not going to become prey for anyone or anything.
"NOW!"
As he yelled, Tala aimed and shot, snarling ferally as he did so. One attacker yelled in pain as it hit his torso with a satisfying crunch of bone, a thin line of blood crossing his stomach. The other one – smaller and unmistakably female, now that they had a closer view of her – managed a fair job of dodging Johnny's shot, though the red-orange blade left a crimson gash across her leg.
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Well. This prey bites back when it is cornered, hm?
He paced angrily in the narrow passage, furious at his moment of inattention that had resulted in injury. Locking eyes with his opponent, he tensed for a spring. The boy's blades were harmless for now, spinning on the frost-slick cement.
Let's see how good you are at fighting by yourself…
"Escht [4]!" his companion hissed, but too late. He sprang – only to be countered by a blast of white power that slammed him down with a pained grunt.
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Johnny gave a grunt of satisfaction, literally backed into the wall. Although Tala's Bitbeast had protected them from a direct attack, Wolborg's massive form gave no one room to maneuver.
Perfect! Now was his chance-
"Salamulyon!"
Rather than attempting to materialize on the snow, the spirit-streak of brilliant gold raced through the air, towards the two puny opponents who attempted to avoid it. The lizard's impact lifted them clean through the air, the two limp bodies thudding down on the other side of the street. At the same time, Tala called his Beast back, scooping the blade smoothly off the ground as he fled.
"This is our chance. Go!"
Though even the Demolition Boys, with their engineered bodies, would have been concussed by the magnitude of the impact, the four sent to hunt the fugitives were special - not physically, but mentally. Even half-conscious, natural instinct coupled with training allowed the smaller figure to grab at something in her belt, something to be used as a last resort.
Aim aim almost out of time can't lose prey almost out of range aim FIRE hit!
As her surrounding blurred and faded around her, she growled in triumph, finger pulling hard on the trigger.
CRACK!
Johnny fell with a scream of pain.
Up ahead, the fleeing Tala looked back with a sharp intake of breath. His companion was down, blood spreading. Glancing farther back, he registered that their pursuers were still on the ground. Grimacing, he turned quickly back, picking up the Scot in his arms, trying not to jar the other's injured leg.
Then he ran for both their lives.
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[1] Spencer will be called Sergei in this fic. It suits him better.
[2] Well, it would have looked awfully strange if I had him troop around Moscow with a battleaxe over his shoulder…
[3] What do you want me to call it? o The pistol-thingy?
[4] "No!" (Dvoreko'on.)
ME SO HAPPY!
1) This chapter turned out just the way I wanted it. Except the fight scene. I suck at them. And I didn't like hurting Johnny, either, but I had it planned for so long anyway…
2) V-Force is showing here in the Philippines! At long last!
3) I finally got the Art Section up on my website! Go see go see!
Now, you may notice that beyond the Enrique/Oliver and very MILD Kai/Rei, there is no romance yet. This is because I'm attempting to keep this as realistic as possible. Bryan is not going to fall instantly for Robert (they probably won't get serious until the sequel!)
Robert: O.o WHAT? You evil woman!
Bryan: *deathglares Draconicality*
*ignoring* The Tala/Johnny ficcy will progress faster. They're the two spark-plugs, and they're opposites (well kinda.) You know what they say…and get over it, Robbie. You acted like y' had a stick up yer arse in the show, and Bryan acted like…the bloodthirsty albino that he is…yum… =9
Bryan: …get away from me…
PinkDevil: *brandishing her FPoD* It doesn't work on me either. Thankies, Lee. Have some catnip! And erm…no. I don't mind ^^; *edges out of range of the EKB* Poor Johnny. Stop mistreating my Johnny! *pats her chibi-Johnny-inu* Um…as for the bandana, my J-inu's laid claim to it…and Johnny gets it back in a chapter or two…but that doesn't mean we can't have MASS PRODUCTION! *throws blue bandanas everywhere* HEHEHEHE!
See y'all in chapter…um…where am I anyway? Sixteen? (This is by the far the longest I have ever gone on a story! ^_^)