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.


This is set when Jane is on the run and when she loses her go bag in Sweden. Hope you enjoy and leave a review to tell me what you think. Thanks guys, enjoy!


Sweden


Jane looked out over the dull city of Rosengård. A bitter wind biting at her face as she leaned out of the partially collapsed window of the building. Her very own temporary penthouse. The building had been condemned years ago, but that did not stop the squatters and the gangbangers from calling it home. For Jane, it was simply a temporary roof over her head, a way to escape the vicious cold outside. Not that it was any warmer inside however, what passed for windows were wooden boards, wire mesh or flimsy glass that fell out of the frame from the slightest of movements.

The apartment was small, a single room with a built in kitchen and a partial bathroom at the far end. It almost seemed the building had been condemned before it was even finished. Since the bathroom consisted of nothing but a toilet and a sink. She had hung a sheet on the empty door frame. For privacy. She did not know who she wanted privacy from, she hadn't even spoken to another person for a little over three months. It just somehow made her feel better having some form of privacy put in place. It made her feel...normal.

Wiping the sweat from her brow, she moved the cloth back across the window. Blocking the dull sunlight from outside. Moving to the kitchen she poured herself a cup of hot tea. Her body shaking slightly.

For as long as she could remember, which admittedly isn't long at all, she had never been sick. Not a cough, not a cold, not even hayfever. But on the second day she had spent in this building, she had suddenly come down with a fever. Her entire body ached and trembled and her head felt as though it had been trapped in a vice. The sheets she used to keep her warm were almost always drenched in sweat and no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't keep anything down. She wasn't surprised. She had been on the move nearly everyday for at least four months. never able to stay in one place for too long. She had hardly slept, hardly eaten and hardly stopped to rest. 10 million dollars was a pretty sum for any assassin...and everyone was looking to collect.

Warming her hands against the heat of the mug, Jane settled in the corner with her sleeping mat, leaning against the worn green bag that had travelled half the world with her. She had planned on leaving by the end of the week, she had already stayed in this place for too long, once she was better she would leave, she wouldn't be any safer on the road if she was still sick.

She spent the next three hours drawing, the dull light outside slowly turned darker, until an eerie silence fell across the estate. Apart from the low murmurs of the squatters outside, there was no sound. Not even birds, placing her small leather bound journal in her jacket pocket, Jane's eyes moved towards the door, checking to see if the locks were in place. Her eyes felt heavy as she closed them and rested her head against her bag, her body still aching uncomfortably. A knock on the door made her eyes fly open, her hand reaching under her bag for the weapon that rested there. Getting hastily to her feet, she wiped the sweat from her eyes and approached the door cautiously. Her body trembled as the cold air hit her skin and as she reached her hand out and grabbed the handle, she suddenly felt herself falling. The door, which had been there just seconds ago, exploded towards her, bits of wood and metal flying towards her face. She hit the floor hard, the force knocking the wind out of her as her vision began to blur. Before she could get to her feet, two pairs of hands grabbed each arm, dragging her backwards. Shaking off the dizziness, Jane dug her heels into the hard concrete floor, pulling her left arm free and reaching for the knife at her side, with a clumsy swipe of the blade, she slit the man's throat, turning on her heel, she dug the knife into the others leg, then slammed the heel of her hand upwards towards his nose. She felt the crack of bone as he fell lifeless to the floor.

She moved towards her bag and slung it over her shoulder, the gear seeming heavier than usual. Heading for the door, Jane moved down the hallway, ducking in to another room when a hail of gunfire ripped apart the wall beside her. Once again, she felt strong arms wrap around her waist, a heavy weight taking her to the floor. Jane caught the man's wrist as he moved a knife towards her chest, struggling against him as he pushed the blade further towards her, she grunted as the tip pierced the soft flesh of her shoulder, gritting her teeth as she tried once again to push him from her. Driving her thumb upwards into his eye, Jane rolled to her feet, ripping the knife from her shoulder and dragging her bag towards the window. Climbing onto the scaffolding outside, Jane started the six story descent towards the ground, her hands slick with blood and sweat. She quickened her pace, her foot meeting air as the scaffolding under her collapsed. The bag slipped from her shoulder as she fell, landing on a small walkway. It was almost as if she were falling in slow motion as she watched it disappear from view, her body hitting the ground hard as she landed on the frozen concrete below. She heard the crack of her wrist as it bent backwards. Groaning, she turned onto her back, taking a few deep breaths. A grunt of effort made her turn her head towards the sound. Narrowly avoiding the heavy attack that came from a rather large woman. Struggling to her feet, she looked up at the bag that hung off the ledge and sighed, turning her gaze back towards the woman that stood in front of her, she prepared herself for a fight.

Dodging her first attack, Jane landed three hard punches into the woman ribs, ducking under the left hook she sent towards Jane's temple. Kicking at her legs, Jane barely kept her balance as the woman shoved her backwards, unfazed by the attacks that smaller tattooed woman had landed. Skillfully swiping a piece of broken wood from the floor, Jane used all her strength and drove it towards the woman's head, She sighed once again as the wood simply broke in two, the woman, once again unfazed by the attack. Jane knew this was not a fight she would win. Dropping the weapon, Jane turned on her heel, heading towards the city.

She may not have been to win this fight, but she could sure run from it.

She had become good at running lately.

It's all she ever seemed to do now.


Don't worry, there will be a part two. Tell me what you think so far!