A week later, the new Dinah stepped out a 1980 Honda Civic she borrowed from a friend. She sported a short haircut and a no-nonsense cadence. Something about her is very different; for one, the warmth and innocence are gone.
She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling a massive headache hitting her again. Her walked to the pharmacy at an accelerated pace, and got wanted to needed barely a minute later.
Dinah stepped up to the elderly pharmacist, placing a large bottle of the Advil on the counter. The pharmacist bags up the pills.
"Good afternoon Dinah. How was your first day back ?" he asked nicely.
"My last. Put this on my charge, will you ?"
"What happened ?"
"I'm not sure."
Dinah suddenly had a change of heart, she needed a drink, anything with a lot of sugar, so she headed to the fridge in lane one. A suspicious looking man come walking in the side door. Dinah hesitated, intuitively ducking behind a shelf.
Sure enough, he nervously glanced around, thinking he's alone, and pulls out a pistol. "Empty the register, old man. Now."
The frightened pharmacist discreetly steps on a floor mat switch, then immediately obeys.
Dinah instinctively moves like a panther through the aisles as the crook hastily collects his bag of cash, waving his gun indiscriminately, backing away. He spins for a fast retreat and comes face to face with Dinah, leveling his barrel on her…but lightning quick she knocks it from his hand, almost with machine precision.
"You stupid bitch."
He recoils a fist at her face, which she deftly dodges, then Dinah delivers two jabs and a well-placed kick, the final blow sending him back first into a glass display case.
The pharmacist stares at her with wide-eyes; Dinah sees the look on his face, then it hits her too. Who is this new person living inside her body? Dinah spots the handgun - which happens to be another 9mm pistol. She stares at it long and hard. Sirens can be heard pulling up.
"I wasn't here, okay?" Dinah told the pharimacist.
The shaken pharmacist nods as Dinah heads out the back door. A beat, then a pair of police officers barged in with their guns drawn. They immediately spot the unconscious crook, framed in the shattered display case like the Terminator took care of him. Their eyes go back to the frail pharmacist, who subtly flexes his fists.
"He shoulda known better than to fool with me." the eldest man said with a smirk.
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Author's notes: More to come.
LOL, this author knows very little about racing cars, you see he's a defensive driver, drives a 40 foot, 72 passenger school bus and his car can barely do 65 mph without falling apart.
1 - Dinah and Kiya will try to buy a new car and team up.
2 - Take on the Night Kids for a little cash, then if all goes well: Impact Blue
Read and Review .... or else my friend BigFrank will beat you up.
She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling a massive headache hitting her again. Her walked to the pharmacy at an accelerated pace, and got wanted to needed barely a minute later.
Dinah stepped up to the elderly pharmacist, placing a large bottle of the Advil on the counter. The pharmacist bags up the pills.
"Good afternoon Dinah. How was your first day back ?" he asked nicely.
"My last. Put this on my charge, will you ?"
"What happened ?"
"I'm not sure."
Dinah suddenly had a change of heart, she needed a drink, anything with a lot of sugar, so she headed to the fridge in lane one. A suspicious looking man come walking in the side door. Dinah hesitated, intuitively ducking behind a shelf.
Sure enough, he nervously glanced around, thinking he's alone, and pulls out a pistol. "Empty the register, old man. Now."
The frightened pharmacist discreetly steps on a floor mat switch, then immediately obeys.
Dinah instinctively moves like a panther through the aisles as the crook hastily collects his bag of cash, waving his gun indiscriminately, backing away. He spins for a fast retreat and comes face to face with Dinah, leveling his barrel on her…but lightning quick she knocks it from his hand, almost with machine precision.
"You stupid bitch."
He recoils a fist at her face, which she deftly dodges, then Dinah delivers two jabs and a well-placed kick, the final blow sending him back first into a glass display case.
The pharmacist stares at her with wide-eyes; Dinah sees the look on his face, then it hits her too. Who is this new person living inside her body? Dinah spots the handgun - which happens to be another 9mm pistol. She stares at it long and hard. Sirens can be heard pulling up.
"I wasn't here, okay?" Dinah told the pharimacist.
The shaken pharmacist nods as Dinah heads out the back door. A beat, then a pair of police officers barged in with their guns drawn. They immediately spot the unconscious crook, framed in the shattered display case like the Terminator took care of him. Their eyes go back to the frail pharmacist, who subtly flexes his fists.
"He shoulda known better than to fool with me." the eldest man said with a smirk.
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Author's notes: More to come.
LOL, this author knows very little about racing cars, you see he's a defensive driver, drives a 40 foot, 72 passenger school bus and his car can barely do 65 mph without falling apart.
1 - Dinah and Kiya will try to buy a new car and team up.
2 - Take on the Night Kids for a little cash, then if all goes well: Impact Blue
Read and Review .... or else my friend BigFrank will beat you up.