Author: Bastille Kain
Title: Come As You Are
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters of any show or other medium; comics, movies, and books that are unfortunate enough to be used here all belong to other people. Again I own nothing and make no profit from these writings.
Spoilers: Anything and everything.
Summary: Buffy/NetFlix Marvel Universe/Marvel Movie Universe Crossover. Starts a few days prior to NetFlix's Defenders. Patricia Walker discovers a young girl, 15 to 17 years old, just outside her apartment who has suffered a severe neck injury. Accompanies her to the hospital. When she wakes up it is discovered she is suffering from amnesia.
Pairings:
Rating: MA-18. Just to play it safe. Eventually there is going to be adult themed subject matter, gratuitous violence and explicit sexual scenes not to mention strong language.
Feedback: Is always appreciated.
Archive: If you like it that much, sure. Just be sure to let me know where it's going, and give me the credit, good or bad, for my work.
Musical Note: I like to use song titles or lyrics for story names and chapter titles. Come as You Are: Nirvana. Wild Night: Van Morrison (1971 Original)/John Mellencamp (1994 Cover) – Both are awesome.
Author Note: Sorry for the exceedingly… … Long wait. Life isn't always kind. Sometimes she can be a cruel, cruel mistress. Death and taxes – More death than taxes – have a way of derailing carefully thought out plans. This, along with a bunch of other chapters for a number of stories have been done for a number of years but things happened, and then more things. Anyway I'm not going to bore you with my overly depressing life. Hope you enjoy the chapter. More will follow after proofreading and editing and writing. Feedback is welcomed. If you notice any continuity issues please feel free to point them out. I have a lot of stories I'm working on and sometimes things might bleed over from one to another. I usually catch it before posting but I'm not perfect no matter how much I might tell you otherwise.
Enjoy the Story,
Kain
Come As You Are
Chapter Five: Wild Night
Illyana concentrated on maintaining her focus, her breaths coming in a steady rhythm as she sat on her bed with her legs folded Indian style underneath her. The room was small and cramped, much smaller than her old room back at home in the Ust-Ordynsky Collective, a small farming community near Lake Baikal in Siberia. She wished she were back there now, with her mother and father and her brothers instead of trapped in this prison of a room.
It wasn't like there was a lock on the door, or that one could stop her if she wanted to leave. There was a lock, but it wasn't physical. No her uncle was too smart for that. He had lulled her and her mother into believing he was a good man. An honest businessman.
She should have known. The signs were all there. The way men feared him, as if the power of life and death were his to command. She didn't fear him. Not for herself, but what he could do to her mother.
Now she was trapped. Forced to do his bidding.
With a soft thud she landed on the thin mattress. A small growl slipping from her lips as she pounded her fist into the mattress. "Sukin syn," she hissed.
A knock on the door was quickly followed by the knob turning and the door being pushed open. Viktor stepped into her room. He was far too pretty to be such an evil man. He smiled at her and if she didn't know him so well she might actually believe it was pleasant, but she did know him. She could easily see the cruel light glimmering deep in his eyes. One of these days she was going to make it so his outside matched what was inside. "Come. It is time," he said. His English accent was very good.
Illyana stood and exited the room. She absolutely hated having Viktor at her back but the man refused to let her walk behind him. A slight smirk graced her lips. It was almost like he was afraid of her.
The hall to the room they were going wasn't very long and the room wasn't overly large but it felt even smaller than normal with eight other people already there. Anatoly was of average height with a thick, well muscled body. His dark hair had begun to go grey at the temples, but his brown eyes were still sharp and filled with a cunning intelligence. He noticed her and smiled. "Yesli eto ne moya dragotsennaya malen'kaya snezhinka."
Illyana couldn't keep the scowl from her face as she said, "That is Piotr's name for me. You don't have the right to soil it."
The smile never left his face but his eyes hardened. "You're brother was a naive fool. He could have possessed real power with his gifts but what did he chose to do, follow some idealistic American fool and his dream of peace between his kind and humans. Humanity was never meant for peace. There are those that have and those that take what they want and those that get trampled." He reached and cupped her cheek and Illyana went to jerk away from his touch but he roughly grabbed her head with both hands and squeezed. His breath hot and heavy in her face as he squeezed her head between his hands. "But you are right. You aren't Precious Little Snowflake are you? No, not anymore. Now you are mine. Moy temnyy rebenok." He shoved her back hard and she barely managed not to fall the floor. "Come we've wasted enough time here," he said roughly. "You know what to do?"
"I know," Illyana answered. She had spent enough time over the last month scouting the location and studying blueprints. She drew in a breath and glared at the wall. A golden disc rotated into existence it reach from the floor to the ceiling and reached from one wall to the other. She was the first one through and eight men quickly followed her before the disc vanished leaving no trace it had ever been there.
/ / /
James parked Dani's beat up mustang in front of the seven story walk up. It was an old building, pre World War II at any rate and probably in serious need of modern everything. "And I thought my building had…" Dani paused as she took in the building. "… Character," she finished settling on a word.
With a bit of a smirk James said, "Pretty sure you mean dump."
"Well, yeah," Dani agreed. "But character makes it sound classier?"
James shook his head as he pulled the door handle and gave the door a slight shove to get it open. The door had a habit of sticking if you didn't know its secrets. The passenger door opened easily for Dani and she exited the car.
She was wearing a tan t-shirt with a picture of a soft setting sun over the beach of a tropical island on the back. Her shirt was tucked into a pair of black cargo pants and a pair of tennis white shoes.
James stepped around the trunk of the mustang, a bit of rot had eaten its way through the steel. Up the road a flyer fluttered lazily in the gentle breeze and a cat lounged on the concrete stoop of another building. His heavy combat boots barely made a whisper soft sound on the cracked sidewalk.
Half a dozen long and powerful strides brought him to the door. He turned the handle and pulled the door open, a small bell ringing as the door opening pulled on a string that ran from door to bell. The opening was large enough that he wouldn't need to duck but it was a near thing. A narrow passage greeted him beyond the open door, steel shelves; filled with objects he could only half guess at, lined both walls.
The corridor opened up after about ten feet. Twelve men and women were seated upon a hardwood floor polished to an almost reflected surface from years of use. They were maintaining a lotus position as the meditated.
An extremely soft step caused James to turn as he moved Dani behind him. A tall man, tall when compared to just about anybody else but at six two he barely came up to James' chin. A bit of surprise flickered in the man's eyes but James didn't really care if he had given himself away with his display of more than human speed. "Sorry," the man said. "Classes are invitation only and we're not taking on any new students at the moment."
"That's alright," James said. "I'm not looking to get into whatever it is you do here. We're looking for someone…"
"Heard there's a bar that caters to that sort of thing up around twenty-six," the man said.
A bit of smoldering anger strained James' voice as he said, "Funny guy." His shoulders stiffened as he drew a breath and the guy smiled without it ever reaching his eyes. "How about we see how funny you are after I decorate the floor with your teeth?"
"James," Dani said placing a calming hand on his forearm and stepped in front of him. "We're looking for his sister," she said digging a picture from her purse. "Her name is Bethany Proudstar," she added showing him the picture of a James' sister. There wasn't much of a resemblance between the two. Bethany took after her Caucasian mother including her light auburn hair and clear, diamond blue eyes and while Bethany wasn't strictly white she could pass for somebody that simply maintained a good year round tan. "She might have been going by her mother's maiden name, Raymand."
Exhaling softly the man took the picture with a nod from Dani. "She looks familiar," he admitted with a shrug. "A couple years ago," he said with a maybe in his voice. "We get a lot of transients through here. It ain't the sort of place people make lasting connections at. Mostly everyone keeps to themselves. They pay their five bucks a night get a key to a crappy little room. Turn their key in the next morning before heading out to do whatever it is their doing during the day –"
The ground rumbled for a second before the building shook. Overhead lights exploded in a shower of sparks. Glass windows shattered. James grabbed hold of Dani, pulled her tight to him and sheltered her under his body.
As the building shook Dani looked around at the people scrambling to find shelter. She gasped as the first vision hit her. New York shrouded in a black mass falling into an abyss, crumbling, dying as people screamed out of the void. Over and over the same vision hit her as eight of the people around her all experience the same sort of dread brought on by this earthquake.
"Dani," James shouted as she collapsed in his arms. "Dani!"
/ / /
"I've got two dozen heavily armed bad guys," Robbie said into his comms. He was looking down from the skylight on top of warehouse, watching the proceedings. There was a part of him that wanted to call the cops, an anonymous phone call. Only he knew the police couldn't handle the fire power in the warehouse. He frowned slightly. Tapped his ear piece and asked, "Is this thing on? Can anybody hear me?"
"We hear you just fine Speed Ball," Dwayne said.
"Speak for yourself," Theresa cut in. "The little freak could really use a class in enunciation. Do you always sound like that or is it an –"
"Syrin," Dwayne cut her off. "Mission objectives… Remember? Critique later, right?" Dwayne scolded the Irish teenager. "Now Speed Ball tell me exactly what you see."
"Exactly," Robbie murmured softly before he started relaying information on men and the layout. "Hang on a minute," he said squinting. "There's someone else down there," he said. "He just took down one of the guards. Wait a minute. Two guards."
"All right people go," Dwayne ordered.
Robbie leapt up and hurled himself through the skylight. Glass shattered and fell to the ground below. Robbie hit the floor activating the kinetic field that surrounded his body and flew directly at a pair of gun runners. From his left he could feel a low frequency sonic pressure wave build up, a sonic scream that shattered the glass and brick like they were made out of popsicle sticks.
Theresa flew in through the opening, her sonic scream leading the way. One of the buyers brought his gun to bear and squeezed the trigger. Her sonic scream pulverized the bullets as easily as it did brick and mortar before the crashed into the shooter and sent him flying.
From the north and south a pair of motorcycles crashed through large windows as Dwayne and Sil entered the fray. Sil hit a button on her motorcycle's handle bar setting the stabilizer as she raced forward. She flipped herself upward as her motorcycle continued forward barreling into one of the numerous dealers, or one of the dealer's guards. Sil wasn't sure. A scumbag was a scumbag.
As she flipped over she drew a pair of fighting sticks. Holding tight to one end she hit a concealed button and whipped one stick. The end shot out and caught one of the dealers in the temple before it was reeled back in. She hit a similar button on the other stick and repeated the process catching one of the buyers flatfooted. Both men dropped to the floor, either unconscious or dazed as she landed in a crouch.
She looked up as Dwayne balanced on the seat of his bike, the front wheel held aloft as he used the paper thin metal as a shield from the automatic weapon fire he was taking. The plating was as good as Chord claimed and deflected every round fired its way. Dwayne dumped the bike on its side as he leapt into the air, the miniaturized servos amplifying his strength nearly tenfold. His bike crashed into two of the dealers taking them off their feet as he landed between two others. The armor absorbed the punch as he deflected the second man's attack before he went on the offensive; blocking, striking, letting his armor absorb some of the punishment so he could dish out more.
Syrin's sonic scream was still penetrating his armor's filtering system, not as badly as a month ago, but he was going to have to set his team of engineers on the problem. Although he wasn't really sure what the point would be. Syrin was close to an omega level mutant, just like Amara. In time her sonic scream would be able to level a mountain. Even now, if she unleashed her power over a fault line she would be able to set off a massive earthquake. He didn't think there was going to be a filter strong enough to counter that sort of power.
Almost as if his thoughts brought it on he felt the first twinges, tiny little tremors as the Earth began to shake and rumble. Dust and loose objects fell to the floor. Several of the crates began to slide across the floor as the shaking reached a crescendo and several small cracks appear in the concrete before everything went still again.
One of the buyers pulled a gun aiming it at Dwayne but he never gets the chance to use it as Dwayne grabbed his hand and squeezed crushing, not just the gun but several bones as well. The thug screamed right up until a well placed right cross knocked him out. Taking a quick look around he noticed most of the dealers had been knocked unconscious along with several of the buyers. The others had bolted during the assault, something else they were going to need to work on when conducting these bigger operations.
"Let's wrap it up here guys," He said as he took another look around as he began securing their prisoners with the set of zip-ties. "Anybody see what happened to our party crasher?"
"He bolted the moment I made my entrance," Robbie said. "With all the fire power these guys were packing…" He offered an apologetic shrug.
"It's fine Speed Ball," Dwayne told him. "He'll show up again," he added without any doubt about the accuracy of his statement. Still it would have been nice to have dealt with him tonight. Now, whoever he was, knew they were out there and was going to start preparing for them.
/ / /
Illyana leaned up against a wall filled with safety deposit boxes and watched Anatoly's men pry open one box after another and dump the contents into sacks they had brought with them. They had already taken what they came for, some sort of computer thing and were now just covering their tracks.
Viktor glanced at her as he pulled a large box from the wall. "You could help," he told her as he set the metal box on the table in the center of the room.
"My job is to get you in and get you out," Illyana reminded him.
He took a heavy breath as the men started gather up their equipment. "Your uncle, Anatoly. He cares very much about you," he informed her with something like anger scouring his tone.
Illyana snorted as she stood away from the wall. She swept her hand in a wide arc that took in the room before she said, "He cares about what I can do for him."
"You know so very little," Viktor scolded her. "This…" He looked around the room, at the men and their pilfered goods. "This he does because of you, for the debt he owes getting you out of Russia or did you truly believe it was so easy? Or that the price was so little?"
"He got me out because of m–" Illyana started but faltered as the ground beneath their feet began to tremble and then heaved knocking several of the men off their feet.
Viktor grabbed hold of Illyana and pressed her against the wall. "We need to go," he hissed into her ear.
Cracks spider-webbed across the ceiling, and flakes of concrete began showering the floor. Illyana nodded as she concentrated but nothing happened. "Bog. Pozhaluysta, dayte mne sily," she whispered as she reached pass her fear, tried to shove it aside. Golden light filled the room as her stepping disc appeared along the wall.
"Pereyekhat'," Viktor shouted as he began to shove Illyana toward the portal. "Idti. Idti," the others were already racing through. A chunk of concrete fell from the ceiling and clipped the back of his shoulder. He staggered but managed to shove her through the portal.
Illyana turned to grab him and pull him through but he was too far from her. He was on one knee when another chunk of concrete hit him, driving him all the way down. A third slab came down on the back of his right leg and foot and he cried out. She searched for anyway to reach him, but there was nothing nearby, except for…
She looked at the portal, her stepping disc. The entire thought seemed insane, she had never contemplated anything like this let alone tried to do it but it was the only thing she had. She put her hands up, concentrated and shoved with everything she had as more and more chunks of concrete began to rain down.
It was easier then she had thought it was going to be. The stepping disc shot forward like a speeding car scooping up everything in its path. Suddenly she pulled it downward before it reached Viktor. The last thing she wanted to do was slice the man in half after he was willing to sacrifice himself to ensure she got out safely. Once he was through she closed the portal. This didn't look anything like their safe house, but she had been in a rush so any port in the storm would do. "Vykopayte yego," she ordered her Uncle's men.
They worked quickly and in a few minutes Viktor was freed. Aside from the broken ankle, one of the men splinted, he wasn't in bad shape. A little banged up but she was sure he has suffered worse in his life. He looked up at her with a little half smile. "So you do care?"
"Hardly," Illyana answered him. "You just happened to be carrying what Anatoly sent us for."
Before Viktor responded to her snide remark one of the men that had been sent to scout the area raced into the room. "Zdes' chto-to ne tak," he told them. "Nebo… eto…"
"Chto eto?" Viktor asked.
The man, Illyana thought his name was Pavel, shook his head. "Vy dolzhny sami ubedit'sya. Priyekhat'," he said gesturing for them to follow him.
Viktor called for another man to help him and Illyana and the rest of the men fell in behind the others. It took them nearly ten minutes but they eventually managed to climb the three flights of ruined stairs to reach the roof. "Moy Bog," she heard Viktor whisper as he stepped through the open doorway.
Illyana followed them through and her step faltered as she got her first good look at the sky above them. Thick grayish black clouds roiled from one horizon to the other for as far as the eye could see as she turned in a circle. Streaks of soundless lightning raced along the surface of the massive cloud bank. Occasionally a bolt would break from the cloud, streak toward the ground and strike with a massive eruption that sent chunks of earth and rock miles into the sky.
The air was hot and humid, heavy with moisture and hard to get a decent breath. There were buildings, or more precisely the ruins of buildings, scattered across the landscape. Off in the distance something flew by. It was only a speck but it must have been huge for them to be able to see it from this distance.
"You need to get us out of here," Viktor said. For the first since she met the man she could here fear in his voice.
Illyana shook her head. "It's not…" She took a breath, tried to calm her racing heart. "If I open a portal now, if I could… I have no idea where we would end up. I need rest. And then we need to figure out where we are… Or maybe when we are?"
/ / /
Jimmy hefted the brick, bounced it in the palm of his hands as he stared at the window and the merchandise displayed beyond it. Several of the other's with him began chanting his name in a low murmur. It felt good, hearing people cheering for him, wanting him… Accepting him.
He reared back his arm…
"Hey!" A voice shouted from above him. Across the street, standing on the ledge of a ten story building was a girl, her blonde hair streaming in the shifting breeze. She leapt from the roof easily propelling herself across the intervening space even as gravity begin to pull her towards the paved roadway and the concrete sidewalk. She hit the side of the building with the balls of her feet having dropped nearly six stories. Her legs absorbed the impact easily. Her legs flexed and she drove herself up and out, flipping over backward. She hit the pavement almost as if she were a knight kneeling before her king or queen. She took in the ten or so kids as she stood to her full height, all five foot three inches and glared at the teenagers in front of her. None of them could have been more than fifteen years old. "Don't you guys have an elsewhere to be with someone that might be worried if your still among the breathing and not crushed under a few tons of rubble?" She inquired hoping that some of them might be smart enough to catch a clue.
Her entrance had certainly caught their attention and the last thing she wanted to do was go all Hulk Hogan on a bunch prepubescent teens. Only the strongest reaction she got were wide eyes and slack jaws. She so wanted to roll her as the facts suddenly hit home… Teenage boys. Hot chick. Super powers. It was so typical.
"Go home!" She shouted at them and they jumped back at the volume. It seemed to break whatever spell hot chick with super powers held over teenage boys as they stumbled back a step or two before scattering in half a dozen different directions.
She reached out with all of her senses. She felt it than, several vampires. They were out hunting. Of course they would be, she snarled silently as she hurled herself upward. For a brief moment it was almost like gravity didn't exist for her as she cleared five stories, her foot barely touched the lip of a window sill and she pushed herself off and up gaining even more altitude and rapidly closing on the vampires.
They were racing toward a cluster of trapped people and were closer to them than she was. Pushing herself Kara watched as the world seemed to slow down around her as she cleared distances she wouldn't have believed herself capable of even a few short hours ago. It was as if she were tapping into a power source that she didn't know existed inside of herself before. She didn't know why it was happening to her and right now she didn't really care if it meant she would be able to reach the group of vampires before they could slaughter the people that were trapped.
Darting down a secondary road Kara spotted the group of vampires, eight of them, as they turned onto a side street. Her foot hit the pavement and she raced ahead running faster than she can ever remember. Not that she has a lot of memories. She rounded the corner and then leapt easily clearing fifty feet in a single bound putting herself between the trapped people and the gang of vampires.
They had stopped unsure of who or what she was. She could sense them milling around, an air of confusion had settle about them as she turned around to face them. Taking a breath Kara allowed the tension she had felt building leave her body as she took in the group of vampires. She took a step forward, then another and another as she raced at them.
She was on them in seconds. Her right fist taking the first vampire, a tall man about twenty-five when he had been turned, in the chest and sent him flying back into several others. One of the others attack, she caught his wrist in the left hand. Her slim fingers crushing muscle and sinew as well as bone as the blade of her right hand slammed into his ribs and then the side of his neck in quick succession. She twirled and hurled him into the building across from the maw of narrow side street.
Catching the kick from another vampire Kara slide forward and slammed her forearm into the vampire's knee snapping the joint like it was a dry rotted piece of furniture causing the vampire to scream out in pain. Kicking out the vampire's other leg she caught the creature as it fell, wrapping her arm around its neck and twisting savagely to snap its neck. Kara dropped the vampire and then punted the creature across the street where it collided with a buildings brick wall.
A trio of vampires managed to force her back as they attack in concert. Kara dodged, blocked and evaded their attacks as she countered, seeming to strike with a certain impunity. Even their hardest hits hardly seemed to faze her. One vampire would fall but another seemed to take its place and soon she was fighting six at once. In moments five of the six were down while the last was quickly backing away before he turned and bolted.
Kara spotted a bit of steel piping lying nearby. She quickly retrieved, turned and hurled her improvised javelin. It flew true and sliced through the vampire's spine at the base of its skull and the creature stumbled into the roadway. She picked a piece of signage that had broken off during the earthquake and walked over to the first vampire. Without the slightest hint of hesitating she drove the edge of the sign through the vampire's neck turning it into a pile of dust. She watched with a bit of satisfaction as it blew away on the soft breeze. Smiling slightly she made quick work of the others. Once she was done with vampires she tossed the sign away.
The taillights flashing from a sinkhole drew her attention. There was no telling how long before fire and rescue showed up, but she was pretty sure this was something she could handle. With a quick leap she covered the distance and peered into the sinkhole. She climbed onto the trunk and slide down to the back window. "You guys okay in there?" She called out and got a pair of affirmative answers. "Got anything to cover your heads with, don't want you guys to take a glass shower."
"I can give Lisa my coat and pull my shirt up over my head," The man suggested.
There was probably a better way to do it but she couldn't really think of one. She so needed to get some training, maybe pick the brain of a person that did this for a living. "Good enough," she called back down. "Just make sure as much of you is covered as possible. Give me a shout when you're ready."
Thirty seconds later the man called back that they were ready. "Here goes," Kara told them as she pulled her hand back and then punched the back window. It exploded downward as if it had been blown out by a sonic boom. "Don't do anything," she advised them as she lowered herself through the back window of the car. "Just give me a sec," she said as she checked out the area. "You guys have a good night before the whole stuck in a hole thing?" She asked pleasantly. "Earthquake in New York. Who even new that was a thing? You get your feet braced up on the dashboard? If not no biggie. Just means I'll have to work a little bit harder," she said talking more out of nerves than any other reason.
"I think so," he said maneuvering his legs around the steering wheel.
"Good," Kara murmured as she pressed his torso against his seat back and reached down to unclip his seatbelt. She reached around and grabbed hold of his left arm. "Now step around," she told him. He did as she instructed him and she began to pull him up. "I'm pretty sure I got rid of all the glass, but be careful." He nodded as he began to pull himself out of the back window. Kara slipped down into the front of the trapped car. "Hey there," she said with a bit of a smile at the young woman trapped in the passenger seat. "I'll have you out of there in a jiff," she assured the girl as she balanced herself on the narrow lip of the dashboard. Leaning forward she supported the woman as she unhook the seatbelt. "Alright, here we go," she said as she helped the woman maneuver and get her out of the car.
Once they were safe Kara was off again.
/ / /
With skin like bleached bones and eyes the color of pitch Caliban watched the shining girl from the safety of the storm grating as she destroyed the night creatures; the blood drinkers that hunted the living, those above and below the city. She had destroyed them with ease, a kitten playing with a moth.
She was so bright and he was used to the dark places under the city. Her power blazed inside and she burned brighter than all the stars in the night. It had pulled him to the surface as honey would draw a beer to the hive.
Callisto would want to know about her. She would want her power for the Morlocks. Someone who could protect those the surface dwellers shunned.
Caliban slipped back into the shadows. The darkness swallowed him as he slipped away into the sewers, returning to his people. The dregs and outcast of society that dwelt far from pretty people who lived in the sun.
/ / /
Kara frowned slightly as she studied the lobby of the thirty story skyscraper. She stretched out her senses but aside from the five heavily armed men securing the lobby. Kara suspected there were more bad guys around but she couldn't sense anybody else.
Trish so would not approve of this.
She leapt from her perch across the street, hit the concrete sidewalk and hurled herself through the window. The guards spun at the first sound of breaking glass bringing their weapons to bear as they turned in her direction. Without hesitating she flung herself at the nearest man rendering his firearm useless.
A quick combo took him out of the fight, or it would have if she didn't hurl his unconscious body at a pair of his cohorts while she raced for another. He got his gun up and squeezed the trigger of his automatic rifle. Kara had already dropped into a slid as his finger first touched the trigger; she grabbed a wooden table leg, snapped it off and hurled it. He tracked the projectile for a heartbeat but it was sailing wide of him. Twisting back around he didn't have time to react to the tiny fist that slammed into his skull with the force of a sledge hammer and he dropped to the floor.
Ducking down Kara avoided another volley of automatic weapon fire. With a quick leap she cleared fifteen feet, grabbed the back of two chairs, whirled and let go forcing the three remaining gunmen to duck even as she followed one of the chairs and quickly put down two of the gunmen before they could react to her presence.
They tried, one man fired but Kara slipped to the side and his shot went wide. She came up and around grabbing hold of his hand and squeezed. The second man came at her with a pair of heavy bladed knives and they blurred as he strove to reach her.
Kara slipped to the side as she took a small step back and then ducked under a slash toward her throat. Her forehead slammed into his chest knocking him back a step. She glided forward as her fist cracked a pair of ribs and he gasped at the impact and he found himself twisting through the air. He found himself floating through the air for a brief second before he was slammed into the hard tiled floor and the air was forced from his body.
With a quick spin she drove her foot into the other man's chest and sent him flying across the lobby. He crashed into the wall between two of the elevators just as they came to a stop with a loud chime. The doors slide open and nearly a dozen men poured out of the two elevators. Like the men she had been fighting they were heavily armed; automatic rifles, side-arms, grenades, and knives. They were wearing body armor and identity cancelling balaclava with some sort of high tech helmet.
They quickly fanned out covering the lobby, their weapons pinning her to the spot. Kara had no doubt the moment she moved they would open fire spraying the lobby with more bullets then she could possibly hope to dodge.
"Somebody has certainly caused a mess," a confident voice declared as a tall man stepped out of the second elevator. He was a tall man and appeared to be dressed for Halloween in some sort of ghostly pirate type costume; a white cowl and cape with matching buccaneer style boots and gloves. The majority of his suit was a deep blue form fitting body armor while his mask reminded Kara of a bleached skull. A buckler was strapped to his left arm and the hilt of a sword poked up over his shoulder. "What am I ever suppose to do with you?"
"You can always make it easy on yourself and surrender," Kara told him. "So nobody learns you got your ass handed to you by a girl."
"Ten thousand dollars to the man that brings me her head," he called out suddenly.
Just that quickly the lobby was filled with automatic weapon fire. "Ten thousand?" Kara questioned as she moved, avoiding the spray of bullets as she closed on the mercenaries. Her fist slammed into the first man's chest and sent him flying back. She spun, her kick taking another mercenary in the side of the head. Another man swung at her, it was slow and clumsy as she watched his fist. She slipped under the punch, delivered a three punch combo to his torso that dropped him to a knee as she flipped up and over catching another mercenary under the chin with her foot taking him off his feet even as she drove the other men face first into the ground.
"Not like you're Captain America," Their leader said as he studied her fighting style. It was quick and free flowing but he recognized several different styles she had fused into a single cohesive style. She was strong and fast and his men stood no chance against her. "You're not even that annoying self appointed Devil of Hell's kitchen." She had managed to put down three more of his men.
He pulled his forty-five and fired all in one smooth motion. The slug grazed his own man but slammed into her shoulder spinning her around. There wasn't nearly the amount of blood as he expected and her clothing wasn't hiding body armor. Some sort of natural invulnerability; hardened skin or muscle density. He fired again as she threw herself out of the way and the bullet hit another of his men but the heavy kevlar armor absorbed the round. He smiled under his mask. The girl was fast as she dived for what little cover the lobby offered as he fired another round as she kicked one of the small end tables into the bullets trajectory.
"Pin her down," he ordered as he began moving toward the exit firing as he went. He doubted his men were going to do anything more than annoy her but they would provide him with the opportunity to escape with the object he had been contracted to retrieve. Automatic gunfire filled the air and he smirked
Translation are from Google Translate (I'll try to keep them in order): Hopefully they're accurate. I'm fluent in American. If anything isn't accurate please let me know.
Russian: Сукин сын (Pronounced: Sukin syn) English: Son of a bitch
Russian: Если это не моя драгоценная маленькая снежинка (Pronounced: Yesli eto ne moya dragotsennaya malen'kaya snezhinka) English: If it isn't my precious little snowflake
Russian: мой темный ребенок (Pronounced: moy temnyy rebenok) English: My Darkchild
Russian: Бог. Пожалуйста, дайте мне силы (Pronounced: Bog. Pozhaluysta, dayte mne sily) English: God. Please give me strength
Russian: Переехать. Идти. Идти. (Pronounced: Pereyekhat'. Idti. Idti.) English: Move. Go. Go.
Russian: Выкопайте его (Pronounced: Vykopayte yego) English: Dig him out
Russian: Здесь что-то не так. Небо… это… (Pronounced: Zdes' chto-to ne tak. Nebo. eto) English: There is something wrong. The sky… It is…
Russian: Что это? (Pronounced: Chto eto?) English: What is it?
Russian: Вы должны сами убедиться. Приехать. (Pronounced: Vy dolzhny sami ubedit'sya. Priyekhat'.) English: You must see for yourselves. Come.
Russian: Мой Бог (Pronounced: Moy Bog) English: My god.