A/N: BACK DUE TO POPULARITY!
SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE FOLKS! Honestly I thought I killed it … the story I meant, putting them in a scene where their in some kind of party and I think I threw off their characters so much it made my stomach queasy. If it's one thing I'm scared to do is to fail to keep the characters in characters. I was honestly loosing hope for it, but since people still seem to like, what the hell I'll continue it.
Besides, I think the wait for this story was good cause now I know where to take it! Before I was having problems with where to end it, how to, and if a certain scene should really have been in here.
Yeah, that's me; I'm paranoid about my stories.
PLUS! I love cars myself.
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This Can't Be Healthy
Angel carefully snuck around the desk and peeked under gasping when a flash of silver went up to his face, pulling back unsure if the mask was durable enough to survive the slash she knew was a knife. Spinning away from the danger, he was surprised to see it was a female, but not just any girl, The Gypsy chick from earlier! What the – whoa!
A quick dodge to the side, Angel swiped the fire-pick to fend her off, not really wanting to hit her. She ducked, rolled and came at him with a vengeance, forcing Angel to jump back and carefully balance onto the armrest of the couch behind him. He fell back when the girl jumped and kicked him onto the leather. Cringing at the impact even though it was fluffy and soft, his brain within his skull (no not the mask) was rattled.
The fire-pick still in his hand he held it up in a block when the Gypsy-Chick jumped on top of him and stabbed down. Catching the blade (blades now that he saw the duel sharp points pushed towards his heart.) Angel gritted his teeth and struggled to hold her up, she was stronger then she looked, and she was short with a petit curvy body. Glaring up at her masked face, her hood thrown back to let her long hair fall and curtain around their faces.
It was too dark to tell what color her eyes were, but he was sure she was glaring at him all the same, she demanded, "Who are you?"
Wait a sec … that voice … Angel, too distracted from her harsh icy tone, trying to remember who she was, had his fire-pick pulled from his grasp. Though once he felt the jerk he was back to reality, grabbing her shoulders and flipping her up over his head off his body. She went flying over the couch and falling on her back on the hard carpeted floor.
Angel jumped to his feet and watched as the young woman recovered quickly from a throw that would have held her down for a while – he should know, his fights with Robin proved it so much he was immune to it. Meaning this chick was a fighter, especially the way she held her blade; crouched and parallel to her elbow she kept her distance. Demanding once more, "I'm not asking again, who are you! Why are you working with Slade?"
What! This girl thinks I'm – hold up … was she spying on me? How? I was sure I closed that damned door! Frustrated Angel huffed and threw the pick down – maybe not the smartest of moves … but it was the only he could think of to get her off his back, "Okay let's get something straight, I'm not working for anyone! Never will! I work for myself, I take care of number one got it!"
"Bullshit!" she didn't listen and charged, swinging her arm wide for his throat, Angel leaned back to avoid dieing and snatched a hand out to grab her wrist. He did, but she had a disciplined style of fighting and rolled herself into his arms. Elbowing his gut and stomping on his foot to get him to loosen up. Angel let go and stumbled back in a sloppy dodge when she sliced his gut.
His blood stayed in his skin, but the costume got damaged.
Hip feeling a pinch of pain he looked back to see he was up against the desk, turning back to the crazy gypsy, "Whoa! HEY! CHILL OUT! I'm not trying to hurt you or anything! Who are you anyway!"
The Gypsy growled and stood still for a moment breathing heavily, her heart pounding and adrenaline pumping she glared at the man in front of her, scanning him up and down with a critical eye she tensed up, "Tell me who you are first."
"Hell no! You're the one that's trying to kill me, you tell me who you are!"
The girl stood straight and raised a brow, "You were the one with the pick, and there sure as hell isn't any kind of fire in the fireplace. You think I'm stupid?"
Angel grunted and ran a hand through his hair the best the mask would allow, "Okay, obviously we got off on the wrong foot, let's start over. Hi, I'm the guy that's not trying to kill you, you are?"
Skeptical the young woman eyed Angel suspiciously, completely ignoring the fact that he just spat a sarcastic retort at her, she took a deep breath and brew up a strand of hair from in front of her eyes. Bringing a hand up to move it she put the hand with the dagger on her hip, a sassy stance showed her agitation freely, "… I'm the girl that's just looking for a few clues … so which side are you on?"
Angel scowled; This chic … Arms crossed over his chest, Angel sneered and with a simple one word answered, "Mine."
"…" Raven – though Angel was currently too hardheaded to figure her out – thought for a moment, contemplating if the distorted voice was anything to trust. Skull mask, slick costume (well now it wasn't as slick with the cut she delivered to it), and a "way with words" … what could she do? Scowl and snort, "I don't need this."
Without even a second thought she walked right passed him to the desk, leaving Angel to stand in pure and utter confusion, "Hold it, what the hell do you think you're going?"
"My job," she answered with a scoff as she jumped over the desk and in front of the computer, bending over and letting the light of the monitor lightened up her masked face with glittery black make-up around her eyes. The skull mask raised a brow and walked around the desk to her side.
"So who are you working for?"
"Me."
"Going out on a limb here, but … what are you looking for?"
Raven growled and glared up at Angel, "That's none of your business, now shut-up with the questions."
Angel huffed and once the Gypsy started to hack into the personal files he put a hand on hers causing her, "Look, this is important … this guy, Trigon, he's insane. He's planning to kill his own daughter, now I don't care if you don't care or don't even know what I'm talking about, but I have to find out what's going on in this business before that mess goes down."
"Don't be a hero." Raven scoffed and shoved his hand from hers, leaning away from the computer and looking up at the mask that completely covered his face. Wondering just what the man behind it looked like she was awfully tempted to just rip it off and see the troublemaker. She rolled her eyes and turned back to the computer, "You're wasting your time."
"Oh?" Angel sneered, "And how would I be wasting my time?"
Raven gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, pausing in her hacking to bow her head and growl, Who is this little bastard … a Robin poser that somehow fooled Slade … ah, Slade was always a dumb-shit, didn't even realize Robin's shorter than this guy, but who is he to think I need saving. Still irritated and getting even more so annoyed with every passing second he loomed over her, she slammed a fist on the desk and turned to the skull mask, shoving him back her scowl deepening, "You don't even know her –"
"You don't know that."
I've had enough, reaching for the mask to pull it off, Angel was faster to move his face to the side and snatch her wrist, twisting her arm to her back and pushing her up against the wall behind the desk. Raven gritted her teeth and glared over her shoulder the best she could to the masked man that dared to subdue her, He has to be some kind of cop! Frustrated, but knowing moving would only further shot the pain up her spine she kept still but her tone was still as deadly as ever, "Who. Are. You."
"If I wanted you to know that, would I be wearing a mask?"
Raven sneered and without warning wiggled free from his grasp and slammed a harsh punch to his chest, but in doing so he stumbled back onto the desk of the monitor. Needless to say, the end result wasn't very pretty – Angel knocked the monitor off the table and it landed on the ground with a loud CRASH shattered to pieces and everything! Both Raven and Angel cursed and cursed some more when they both knew guards would be here in no time. Glaring at one another they both made a dash for the door, but before either could get out it was thrown open and five guards flooded in surrounding them.
"Crap." They muttered in unison.
Angel scowled at the Gypsy Chic, "This is your fault."
Raven sneered in disgust at the Skull Head, "I apologize for you being a moron."
Guns in hand security ordered the two to surrender and come quietly, but that wasn't the case, at the same time in one shot they round housed two of the closer guards. Knocking their guns out of hand, Angel slammed a punch to his face, then grabbed him and used him as a shield when another guard threatened to pull his trigger. Pushing the body to that guard he jumped and drop kicked the two, taking one of the fallen guns and noticing it was a silencer he raised a brow, Apparently … I think our trespass was expected.
"AH!" looking up to the Gypsy girl, he thought she was the one in trouble, but it was the final guard she got rid of that was more so in trouble than her. Dagger in hand she sliced his upper arm, kicked him in the chest then turned him over on his stomach. Grabbing a hand full of his air she yanked him up and put the dagger to his throat.
"A little message to your boss, tell him if anything happens to Arnell, his dogs will be silenced once I drop his ass in freezing water, it's not her fault he's green with envy." With the blunt end of her dagger she knocked him out cold and stood up with a scoff, dusting off her shoulders and straightening out her cape she looked over her shoulder to the narrowed eyed Angel, "What?"
Angel thought for a moment, Wrath … Lust … and just recently Jinx told me about Vanity or Pride … now, Envy. "How do you know Arnell?"
Raven shook her head to dismiss the question, "I'm a close friend, now come here, we're obviously not getting out of here through the front door."
"Obviously, you know another way out?" Angel watched her walk back to the desk, being sure to maneuver around the shattered monitor, feeling under the desk she pressed a white button and a slot on the wall behind the desk opened. Startling Angel with the secret, she turned to him and beckoned for him to follow.
"Does this answer your question? Let's go." hearing another set of security team coming down the hall Angel followed after Raven and once he was in she pressed another button and the wall slid shut. Leaving them in a dark enclosed space, Angel couldn't even see an inch away from his nose, yet he heard Raven shuffling through the darkness as if she knew exactly what she was doing … and he was willing to be she did. "Ah-ha, here they are."
CRACK!
A light green glow laminated the darkness coming from a glow stick, Angel looked down at the Gypsy and raised a brow when she began to lead him through the secret tunnel, "I take it you and Arnell were really close."
"Considered each other sisters," she admitted absentmindedly, looking back at not him, but the wall they came through to make sure they weren't being followed. She huffed and looked up at Angel then sneered, "Why do you even care for her? Does she know you in some way?"
Angel shrugged, "Sort of."
"Hn." Raven stayed silent after that, but Angel wasn't done.
"… So … you know why Trigon and Slade are hell bent on getting their hands on a certain kind of GT owned to someone named Sin? I'm not someone to fear, I just want some answers."
They arrived at a dead end, and Raven turned to stare up at the skull mask, blinking once, then twice, she took a deep breath and with her bare hell she pressed down on the rock that had the wall behind her slide away. Allowing for Angel to see she had lead him straight to the garage holding all the cars of the partygoers in the ballroom. A small smirk appeared on Gypsy's lips before she walked into the garage, and tossed the glow stick into the trash, "We all want answers stranger … and since you were such a great sport in there … I'll tell you that the GT Sin owns came from Area 51 … the reason Trigon and Slade want it … well. Since you seem to care for Arnell so much. Ask her, she'll know."
Angel sneered and crossed his arms over his chest glaring at the Gypsy – who while on the their way towards the garage pulled up her hood so he couldn't even see what she truly looked like under the brighter lights of the garage. "Why can't you just tell me since you seem to know a lot more than you're letting on."
"You ruined my mission," she growled, "and I'm not a very nice girl."
"So I've noticed."
"Sarasim!" Angel flinched when Raven screamed a name out to the echoing garage, eyeing the girl as if she was crazy he was just about to lecture her on her stupidity, but the loud roar of a revving engine caught his attention. Looking around the garage to see where it was coming from he gaped when he saw a dark brown Mustang GT tear through the garage skidding and coming to a perfect drift in front of the two.
Raven walked to the passenger side and yanked open the door glaring at the older – stunningly beautiful woman with long silky black hair, dark complexion and lovely soft yet powerfully challenging navy blue eyes, "Sorry, got a little distracted."
"Don't let it happen again or I'll shoot you myself, you were supposed to sit here and wait for me!"
Sarasim as the woman was called scowled, "Hey, hey, hey, I got a life to alright. Now I respect your position as Number One Nightrider and all, but just remember that title will be mine soon enough Sin."
I knew it! Angel scowled and just before Raven could close the door to the Mustang GT Angel leapt for it and grabbed the door, holding it open. He leaned down to her and watched her turn to him and glare with much irritation at him as he gripped her upper arm, "It's you …"
Raven blinked, still glare, she sneered at his hand on her person then flicked off her, pushing him from the door she slammed it shut and had Sarasim take her away. Leaving Angel to watch as she was taken away by one of her fellow Nightriders, Number 10 to be exact. "Damn girl, who the hell was that?"
"… Wish I knew," Raven snorted and pulled her eyes from rear-view mirror already giving up trying to decipher the face once he finally pulled the mask off. Pushing her hood down and undoing her own black cloth mask she sighed and closed her eyes, leaning her head back on the leather seat she growled openly, "It was a complete failure. That idiot in the back interfered!"
Sarasim frowned sympathetically, "Sorry."
"Don't be, you did your job."
"You know … not to sound lame but in all honesty, you're not alone on this one. We – as in your "followers" don't very much like you … but if you're the best, you're the best. You need us … we're there."
Raven raised a brow and sighed tiredly, "Yeah … I know."
Yeah … she knew … but did she know Angel took notice of the cut on her lip when she turned to glare at him in the bright-lit garage?
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I'm SOO SORRY this chapter was short, but I just couldn't find myself continuing it, it looked like it should have ended right where it is now. Don't worry, I'll try to get the next the next chapter up as fast as I can, but no promises … and again I'm SOOO SORRY this was TOTALLY LATE!
Gotta go, the chapter ain't gonna type itself, l8er daez!