Dangerously Sane

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Chapter Ten:

Anya stepped over a limp body on the floor, the creature's face wasn't visible but from what she could tell, it was human before. She stretched out her arms and exhaled slowly, noticing a small line of blood of the back of her hand. She stopped and checked over her right arm, catching sight of a tear and a brief glimpse of a wound. "Great(!)" She muttered.

"What's great?" Rick asked her, appearing suddenly behind her. He held out a gun for her to take and she tentatively did, shaking her head lightly. He looked at her hand, noticing the blood and quickly stood in front of her. "You injured?"

"Well, I'm a big girl, Colonel." She dryly replied. "It's nothing major."

He shook his head, gently placing his hand above the wound and examining it carefully. "You're gonna need some pressure on that-"

"-Rick." Anya said firmly. "I think there's more important things going on than a little cut on my arm." He looked down for a second, his hand still resting on her arm. "You're gonna tell me what's really going on? Cause that ain't normal." She commented, motioning with her foot towards the rotted creature on the floor.

He cleared his throat, glancing around at the scene. All the soldiers were reforming their groups and the squad were talking amongst themselves - no doubt trying to figure out what was going on-or how to escape. "Trust me," He started to say, lowering his voice and taking a step closer to her. "It's better for you to not know." Anya frowned, trying to figure out if that meant something bad would happen to her if she did know. Before she could say anything back, Rick tutted out loud when Harley looked over at them both and winked at Anya. "Why did she just wink at you?"

Anya glanced over to see Harley winking again at her to which she shook her head, before looking back at Rick. "You do realise Harley is convinced that we're some sort of...thing."

"Thing?"

She sighed in exasperation. "Dude, C'mon - thing. An item." Rick's face was still blank and she rolled her eyes in exasperation. "My type on paper... A slice of this cake - you understand what I'm saying?"

He went to speak but stopped abruptly, frowning in deep thought. "She's a bit too quick to jump to conclusions."

Anya bit her lip, cocking her head to point out that his hand was still on her arm. He quickly removed it and took a step back, the atmosphere becoming more awkward by the second. "She's cool, anyway - so, no big deal."

"You mean she's a murderer?" Rick questioned, raising an eyebrow at her.

She scoffed in response. "On paper we all are." Rick did a double take, a look of indiscretion on his face. "Oh come on! Y'know it's just a title that makes you superior."

He crossed his arms, glancing around at the soldiers who were talking amongst themselves. "I'm a-"

"Soil-deer(!) I know." She replied, mimicking his accent.

"Did you just..."

"Nope." She quickly responded, to which he kept looking at her. "Were you gonna say copying your accent?" He nodded once, ever so slightly. "Then yeah, no - yup. I was, Colonel."

He inhaled sharply, taking a step towards her. "You gotta stop calling me Colonel."

Anya smirked, deciding that despite the chaos which had temporarily subsided all around them, she could still wind him up a little. "Why?" She whispered, leaning in slightly. "Is it turning you on?" Rick's eyes immediately widened and she let out a short sound of laughter. "Je-sus! I'm screwing with you!"

He inhaled slowly, recomposing himself before nodding over to GQ. "I need to get their stats - behave yourself, Anya."

She shook her head as he walked off, turning around and looking at the creature on the ground. "What the hell were you before?" She whispered, nudging it lightly with her foot.

"Yo- Do y'know what's happening?" Croc suddenly said.

Anya turned around and smiled in surprise, seeing him standing there. "No...I don't. They trust me as much as they trust you - and no offence, but they don't trust you."She looked over at Rick who motioned that they were moving on. She readjusted her gun, ready for an attack and started to follow with Croc walking by her side. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." He replied gruffly, growling at a Soldier which passed them by.

"What do you eat?"

He shrugged lightly, rolling his shoulders. "I like meat."

"Cool...That's not offensive, right?"

He shook his head. "I like you."

She smiled in response, feeling oddly proud of herself. "Thanks! That's the first time in a long time I've heard that."

"You hanging with the wrong people - you're standing on the wrong side." She glanced down at the floor, seeing another one of the creatures before looking back up at him with a frown. "You didn't call me a creature or killer."

"Hey! Croc - C'mere!" Boomerang shouted over to him. Croc looked at Anya once more before walking over to him.

Anya carried on walking by, her mind growing even more and more confused by the second. She didn't have a clue what was going on - this wasn't a standard mission or task. They purposefully recruited so-called criminals, who wouldn't make an impact if they died. They brought her in, despite her free will and again, no difference if she died. Most of all, they were heading to a location to collect someone and bring them to safety - and she didn't even know who. For all Anya knew, she'd be better off blindfolded and randomly shooting in any directions.

Anya looked ahead to see Rick walking towards her with a grim look on his face.

"Penny for your thoughts?" She sarcastically asked as he approached her.

"I'm broke." He quickly responded, moving so that he was walking beside her. "I'm gonna need you to be a bit more cautious from here on out - our target's building in a block away and the likelihood of those things being there is high."

She held her gun up, waving it slightly. "You give me a loaded gun and tell me to be cautious? That's like throwing a lion into a cage full of Zebra's."

"Look...I want to tell you what is going on but I can't. But don't get invested in these..."

She sighed, looking at him with a bored look. "Go on... Say it."

"You'll take it the wrong way."

"Criminals...Murderers...Crazies...Psychos-"

"All of the above?" He slyly commented, before clearing his throat. "The prisoners and you can't get pissy about that."

Anya raised her eyebrows feeling her face growing slightly red. She shook her head to change her mind set back to normal. "It's fine - so one block out...what happens after our target is safe?"

"That's to know once that happens." He replied hesitantly. "Just do me a favour and be careful...I know you can handle yourself, but there's some stuff that nobody can handle on their own."