Memento Mori
A Selection of shorts and unrelated one shots. Mostly stuff that comes to my head, things I would like to see. Jane Centric.
Hey guys. I'm back whoop whoop. Hope you're still reading. I had to take a little break due to health issues. This fic comes from watching the new trailer for season 3 (Which looks epic by the way) although I hate the fact that the siblings are fighting and Roman is being a bit of a dick. (He is being a massive dick to his sister) I am intrigued to see what is going to happen. As long as the siblings get a long in the end I am fine.
Anyway, after watching the trailer I started to think about what Jane had been up to in the years she was on the run. So here is just one version of what I came up with. Hope you enjoy it.
547 days
She pulled her tattered jacket tighter against her body, the chill of the morning making her shiver. Even after all this time she still hadn't got used to the bitter cold here, at the very top of the world. It made her bones ache. She had never really done well in cold weather after the black-site, it had always made her body throb. In New York it was a bearable pain. Something that reminded her she was alive, but here, in this remote city in Tibet, the cold seemed to linger, seeping through her skin into her very being, slicing through her muscles like knifes made of ice.
Pushing three strands of dry hair from her face, Jane lifted her soup bowl to her lips and took three deep gulps, grimacing at the taste. Placing the bowl back on the table she pulled her jacket tighter still, wincing as she pulled at the stitches on her side, yet another battle scar received from the people that hunted her. She placed a crumpled note on the table and gulped down her water from a dirty glass.
It had been 547 days since she'd left. Since she had slipped her ring off her finger and placed it on the bedside of her sleeping husband. 547 days since she had disappeared into the night and 547 days of running. She was starting to feel tired. Tired of running, tired of never being safe and tired of everything good in her life being taken away from her.
She shivered as the door to the bar opened suddenly. A cold, icy breeze seeming to chew through the thick rough fabric of her jacket. Blinding light invaded the dark corners of the dive bar, lighting up the buildings questionable structural integrity. The door closed and once again, the place was bathed in darkness. The two men that walked in; strangers to this quiet town, snuck towards the back of the bar. Jane tensed as she watched them from the corner of her eye, taking in their appearance with a sense of dread. The men that had entered stuck out like sour thumbs, each wearing coats that singled them out as tourists. Their faces, although weathered with age held no hint of hardship, such as the locals whose skin was dry and battered by the harsh winters. The door opened once more and another stranger entered. Jane's heart beat faster as he approached the bar, a toothpick held loosely between his teeth. He glanced at her briefly before ordering a drink.
Moving her eyes towards the door she knew was located at the back, Jane placed her hand on top of the bar and took a deep breath. The man beside her was a giant compared to her. A wide as he was tall. Even under the layers he wore, Jane could see the twitch of his massive muscles. His drink was placed on the bar in front of him. A dirty shot glass with a rusty liquid in it. Whisky. His eyes turned to watch her again as he picked up the glass, letting the liquid slid down his throat and slamming the glass back on the bar. He reached into his jacket slowly.
It was the man that made the first move, pulling a large knife from his inside pocket and swinging it towards Jane's chest. Expecting the attack, Jane grabbed at his wrist and forced the knife into the wood of the bar, swinging from her chair and driving her knee into the inside of the man's legs. grunting, he fell to his knees. Grabbing the back of his head, Jane slammed it towards the shot glass that stood empty on the bar. Blood spattered the wood as the glass embedded itself in the man's head. He fell to the floor, lifeless. Grabbing the knife, Jane spun round, the two strangers already on their feet and rushing towards her. Guns drawn.
Two gunshots sounded from behind her and the men fell to the floor. Turning towards the bar Jane's eyes widened as the bartender stood behind the bar with a smoking gun. The older man's lips thinned and he inclined his head towards the back door.
"I knew you'd bring trouble." He said with a shake of his head, inclining his head towards the back door. He spoke again.
"Go."
Jane thanked him silently and headed for the exit. She didn't even have time to brace herself for the cold as she escaped through the back, stepping out into a long alleyway. Shanti like buildings towered above her, long ugly lines crossing from one to the other, colourful clothes seeming to float above her as they hung from the lines, blowing slightly in the icy breeze. For one moment, everything seemed peaceful.
"There she is!"
Jane's head spun round in the direction of the voice, momentarily shocked as a bullet ripped through the side of her arm. Hissing, she risked a glance at the two men that ran towards her, both clad in black, then turned and bolted in the opposite direction. She could hear the echoing footsteps of the men as they pursued her. Turning left, Jane jumped a fence, ignoring the pain in her leg as she caught her calf on the jagged metal, she pushed herself faster as bullets bit into the wall beside her, risking a glance back. They were gaining on her fast, breaking into a run once more, she could see the exit to the alleyway, a busy market filled with people, heading towards it, she slid to a stop as a black van pulled in front of her exit, the side door opening and a hail of bullets rained down on her. Grunting she ducked into a doorway, shoulder barging the frail wood and heading towards the open door at the end. A young couple began to scream as they scurried from their breakfast table, watching as the tattooed stranger disappeared into the sea of people outside.
Jane pushed through the throng of people, glancing back as her pursers fired off a few more shots. Her heart skipped a beat as a young woman beside her screamed and fell to the floor, yet more innocent blood on her hands. She searched for a way out of the crowed mentally cursing herself for putting innocent lives at risk. Seeing an opening, she headed towards another alleyway, larger this time, narrowly avoiding being knocked to the ground by a man running past. She kept running until she realised her mistake.
It was a dead end. Her shoulders slumped and she sighed as she heard footsteps behind her. The men from the ally and the men from the truck blocked her only way out.
"It's over Jane."
One said. His accent was heavy and deep. Turning slowly, Jane studied each person that stood in front of her. An Asian man stood at the back, Jane could have sworn she'd fought him before and the man with the accent. Arab, tall, dark and thin. His name was Omar and he'd been chasing her from the beginning. He was persistent and dangerous. He had a large scar running from the centre of his forehead to the bottom left of his lip, a scar she had given him, it was a fight that neither left without injury. She might have given him the scar, but he had broken her arm. That had been six months ago. The other men were strangers to her.
"There is nowhere left to run" Omar said, his body relaxing slightly as he took a step forward. Jane took a step back, searching for a way out. "There is no point in fighting Jane. You're not going to win this time."
Searching the rooftops, Jane saw her possible escape. Taking a deep breath, she prepared herself for a fight. Omar shook his head and snickered.
"Fine Jane. Have it your way."
Omar attacked first, fast and precise. Throwing a left hook, Jane ducked under his arm and kicked him the back, sending him flying into the wall in front of him. The others joined, the Asian man swigging a knife towards her face. Jane dogged left, then right, ducked, then spun, catching his arm and twisting his wrist, catching the knife as it fell from his fingers, Jane slashed towards the tall man that charged towards her, slitting his throat in a precise flick of her wrist. His partner, a tall black man built like a house sent a metal pipe crashing towards her arm, Jane grunted as she felt something crack, her fingers going limp and the knife dropping to the floor. Dodging his next swing, Jane didn't see Omar behind her, his boot crashing down upon her shin and forcing her to her knees, Jane had no time to react before the other man swung the pipe towards her face. She grunted as it connected with her chin, her body hitting the floor with a painful thud, the sudden violent movement ripping her stitches.
"You've been running for a year and a half Jane." She could barely hear Omar's voice over the rushing sound in her ears. "No one is coming to your rescue. Not your husband, not your friends. Your own brother sent us after you. You have no-one. You are nothing."
As Omar and the other man approached. Jane let out a defeated sigh, the pain coursing through her body becoming more and more agonising by the second. "It's time for you to finally die."
Omar was the first to step into her field of vision, large legs coming to stand beside her face as Omar stood by her legs, the click of a gun being cocked bringing her senses back to her. She reached for the knife just above her head and in one quick movement, she kicked at Omar's knees, rolling to her feet and driving the knife into the big man's chest. She didn't stop to look behind her as she bolted for the fire escape above, just managing to pull herself up the ladder and towards the roof.
She half sprinted, half limped to the other side, jumping the short distance from one roof to the other, she jumped another, one roof, two roofs, three roofs until once again, she met a dead end in the form of a 30 foot drop into the road below.
Jane peered over the ledge, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. Her side was in agony, blood already beginning to soak through her shirt. Her skin was sticky with sweat, but she shivered from the icy cold that clung to her body. Her right arm throbbed with pain and she could feel her face already beginning to swell.
"You really don't know how to die do you!"
Omar's voice greeted her again. Jane's shoulders slumped as she turned towards it. Bleeding from a wound on his head, Omar approached her, gun drawn and lips pushed into a thin line.
His hand tightened around the grip on the gun.
"It's been fun Jane, but enough is enough. It's time for you to die like a good girl."
Jane shivered, her body becoming weak from blood loss. She spied a cattle truck slowly coming down the road, than looked back at Omar, taking a tiny step backwards.
"I've never really been good at that." She said through chattering teeth. Omar frowned.
"Good at what?"
Jane looked towards the truck once more. It was almost directly under her.
"Dying."
With no more words, Jane let herself fall backwards over the ledge, her body meeting air before hitting the cattle truck with a painful thud. Her vision swam and blurred as she felt the truck continue down the road. A light snow began to fall. She let out a shuddering breath and closed her eyes.
Hope you enjoyed. This is gonna be one of many 'On the run' one shots. There will be more on pretty much everything else as well. Coming soon or, as soon as I think of them!
Please tell me what you think. I really love to hear your thoughts. As useual, tell me if I have made any mistakes with Spelling and grammar.
Thanks guys!
