Huntley / Shadow / 8

Harry was ducked behind some crates in an ally. Abbie knelt down next to him, a gun in her hand. Shots were fired over head as four men on the other side of the ally shot at them. Abbie quickly raised up and shot a few rounds when the coast was clear. The bullets hit a nearby street lamp, causing it to shatter into pieces on the ground.

"Is it always like this when you go to work?" said Harry. He quickly shot off a red spark from his wand. It hit one of the men causing him to be knocked out. Abbie gave him a patronizing look. She thought it was cute how he stunned them instead of being a man and killing them.

"No, actually it's much harder than this," Abbie fired off a few more shots, hitting one of the men. She smiled as she saw blood shoot from his neck as he dropped to the ground.

"What is it you do again?" asked Harry. Another red spark shot from his wand. It missed and ravished off the brick wall. The three men continued firing. One of the bullets came close to hitting Harry in the side of the face as he quickly ducked back for cover.

"I'm in real estate," said Abbie. She fired off another shot. She missed again. This was too bad seeing as how her gun was not empty.

"No you're not," said Harry. He fired again, this time making contact. There was still one man left standing. His gun was far from being empty.

"Yeah… no I'm not," said Abbie as she tossed the gun at the man before ducking for cover again.

"Why'd you do that? Now he has two gun."

"Now my hands are free," said Abbie. She jumped over the crated with lightning speed. The man continued firing at her, but she was able to easily dodge the bullets as her body swayed form side to side with lighting speed. Abbie grabbed the man's arm and twisted it causing the gun to fall. She then raised up he leg and kicked him hard in the face. She was wearing heels, which only made the contact much more painful. The man staggered backwards and crashed against a trash can. Abbie wasn't done with him yet. She charged towards him and grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

"Where's the Duke!" shouted Abbie. Harry noticed an almost demonic aura starting to form around her. Must be the succubus in her.

"I don't know nothing!" Abbie raised her free hand above her head. Claws shot form her fingers, ready to tear the man's face apart. She brought them down hard on the man's face leaving trails of blood to drip down to the pavement below.

"Where is he!?" Before the man could answer, a sniper form the roof blew his brains out. Abbie dropped him in surprise and quickly ran to the shelter of the crates. Another shot went off from the sniper on the room. He had them pinned down, an unseen target with deadly aim.

"Got any ideas?" asked Harry. He was clearly enjoying himself despite being in mortal dangerous. To be honest, compared to all the shit he'd gone through as a teenager, this was pretty tame.

"Yeah, I do actually. Accio sniper rifle!" The man on the roof fell as his gun was suddenly jerked form his hand. Harry reached up and caught the gun as it zoomed towards him.

"hey, not bad!" said Abbie. Harry walked over to the man who was on the ground. He placed his foot on the man's chest and pointed the gun at his face. Abbie knew he didn't have it in him to pull the trigger.

"Where's the…"

"Duke," said Abbie. She and Harry had been running all over China Town hunting down members of the Chu-Lo Gang. Harry learned that Abbie was working for the biggest mob family in the city, the High-Hats. Guess which gang the High-Hats were currently at war with?

"I know nothing!" said the man.

"I find that hard to believe seeing as how you just splattered your partner's brains all over the sidewalk," said Harry. He pushed the end of the gun against the man's face.

"You will just have to kill me! I will never talk!" The man looked into Harry's eyes. He knew Harry didn't have it in him. He didn't take Abbie into consideration though.

"Fair enough," said Abbie. Before Harry could stop her, she jammed her sharp claws in the man's throat, cutting his jugular. The man gagged until his lungs filled with blood causing him to drown form the inside.

"You shouldn't have done that," said Harry. He took his foot of the dead man's chest and tossed down the gun, "I could have made him talk. There was no need to kill." Abbie shape shifted into a satin blue dress. The man's blood had covered over her original outfit, ruining it.

"You're not in school anymore Harry. These are the streets! You think you can just stun a gang-banger and walk away?" As if triggered by her words, the man Harry previously stunned got up. He wasted no time in firing at Harry. Abbie quickly pushed him aside, taking the bullet inside. Abbie doubled over in pain as the hot led entered her body. Harry quickly stunned the man before he could fire again.

"Fuuuck! You have to kill him Harry!" Said Abbie as she gritted her teeth in pain. Harry rushed towards her, not knowing what he could do for her.

"Can you stand?" he asked. Abbie gave him a look that told him that was the last thing she wanted to do. Harry shrugged and picked her up, holding her in his arms.

"Smooth move dumb-ass," said Abbie as Harry carried her down the alley, "Now you can't defend yourself when that fucker wakes up?"

"We'll be gone by then," said Harry. They reached the street and Harry hailed a cab. The driver didn't ask any questions as they got in. He must be use to this kind of stuff. They drove down the busy street towards the hospital. Abbie could heal herself, but she'd need someone to take the bullet out.

"if you would of killed that guy, this wouldn't of happened," said Abbie.

"Yeah, yeah" said Harry. He was only hallway paying attention. Most of his focus was on cleaning the blood off his hands. Abbie reached up and slapped him across the face, a feat he was surprised she was able to manage.

"Hey! Don't fuck around! I'm being serious!" Blood flung from her shoulder as she reached up, which in turn stained the taxi window. The driver looked pissed.

"Please to not be covering my cab with your blood please!"

"I'm no killer Abbie. I only killed one person in my life. Then again… He pretty much killed himself…" Abbie looked at him. Her eyes contorted with pain. She looked like she clearly could not give a fuck.

"Things are different now. If you want to get back at the people that took your family, You'll have to kill." As Harry sat there in the cab, its windows covered in blood while holding Abbie's shot-up body in his arms, he started to think Abbie had a point. Besides, this wouldn't be the first time he'd avenged the death of his family.