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*A few months later*
A mongoose in black pants, and halter top serves drinks in a bar somewhere in downtown Station Square. Her name is Sarah, and she's been working here for some time now. Her adoptive sister Millie, and herself have been working as barmaids... and other more questionable things for the burly gorilla in the main office.
"Sarah!" Sarah looks over to Millie, a bunny with a similar get-up, wiping down the bar. "We need more drinks on table three!"
"On it," Sarah says as she collects the tray, and carries it to the indicated table.
"Thanks you." A red fox in blue overalls and a green long-sleeve smiles, accepting the drinks and placing them on the table. He turns to a white hedgehog with red stripes who was face down on the table, moving one of the drinks over to him. He takes some empty glasses and hands them to the girl.
Sarah takes them, "Can I get you anything else?"
"We're fine, thank you." He watches her leave before turning to the hedgehog. "Hero, c'mon! Just one drink! You need to let her go, bro... It's been two months since Chrysos died, wouldn't she want you to move on?"
Hero makes no movement, answering with a muffled, "Maybe she would... Most likely, she would ask me why I didn't save her. Quit trying to get me to drink, Antonio. We're underage and you know it."
"No, we're not. I'm twenty-one, and you're one year older than me. Don't you remember that?" Antonio gave a lopsided grin before downing some of his alcohol.
Sarah sighs as she gives the dirty glasses to Millie, she's not surprised to find minors in here. The boss doesn't care who he sells to so long as he can spend the money he gets.
"Why do you keep trying to comfort me? All I want is to be left alone!" Hero growls.
"So you can commit suicide? No thanks." Antonio finishes the rest of his drink, moving on to his brother's.
"You're committing suicide by drinking all that alcohol." Hero mutters.
"No I'm not! Remember, I got Dad's powers. Can't you just enjoy yourself for five minutes?"
"I can do anything for five minutes except revive Chrys, the one thing I wish I could do!" Hero lifts his head, tears running down his face.
Sarah feels sorry for the poor man. She wishes she could help him, but the only thing she can do best Mike upstairs charges people for."
"Hey, just... Gah..." Antonio gave up, taking a swig of alcohol.
Sarah simply went back around her work until she saw a strange figure headed to Hero's table. A cat no doubt, but wearing a hoodie that hid his face except for his eyes. The left sleeve was missing at the shoulder, and a length of bandage was tied around his upper arm. He wores cargo pants, and sat casually with the group like they were old friends.
She came over to see if he wanted a drink.
Antonio looks him over and says casually, "What do you want?"
"Who's this guy?" Hero looks at the stranger.
"I know him because his face is on the bulletin. I've never met him before in my life." Antonio takes a sip.
"Name's Smoke," the cat says. "And I heard you're looking for something. Ask anyone here about me, and come see me tomorrow at my Dive if you're interested."
Sarah clears her throat, "Can I get get you anything sir?"
Smoke eyes her, "Meh... you could pop that top for me. What's your rate, fifty a night?"
Sarah nods, "And a thousand a sale."
Hero looks at her, confused. He looks at Antonio.
"She's paid for private sessions." Antonio explains.
Smoke mulls it over, "Damn... way Mike treats you that's half of what you deserve."
"If that's what you think," Sarah mutters, eyes down.
Smoke groans, "Damn... I knew shit like this was going to happen when Consentual Slavery was legalized."
"That's wrong."
Antonio looks at Hero.
"Have you asked for better conditions?" Hero tilts his head.
"It is not for me to decide," Sarah monotones.
"Yeah, it was real big in the old days," Smoke says. "When someone couldn't pay a debt they would be a slave for the person they owed until it was paid. Now though I hear people just do it for the easy money."
Sarah licks her lips nervously, "Will you be buying my services tonight?"
Smoke strokes his chin thoughfully, "...Sure, /but/!" He points at Hero, "I'm sending you with him. Looks like he needs you more than I do." He reaches into his pocket, and pulls out twenty-five rings. When he gives them to Sarah she takes them to the register, and dissapears into the back office.
*Hero's POV*
W-WHAT?!
I look at my brother, who's smirking at me. "Congrats, you just won an all expenses paid trip to wonderland! Come to my house when you wake up tomorrow, good night, bro!" He then gets up and walks away.
That bastard! I can't do this! I don't want to do this!
The cat stares at me for a minute before saying, "What, do you not know your way to the room?"
"Listen, I thank you for what you're trying to do... but-"
"Here, I'll take you." He grabs my hand and drags me through the doors, pushing me into the room.
"Wait, I-"
"Have a great night!" He slams the door in my face.
I gulp and slowly turn around.
She was sitting on a bed, and I saw a collar around her neck. She has her hands folded in her lap, and gave me the feeling she wanted this just as much as I did.
"M...master," she says after a minute. "Th-this collar has a GPS... we don't have to stay if you don't want. Mike will know where I am. J-just return me to Mr. Smoke tomorrow morning..."
I slowly walk over and sit on the bed. "I... Do you do this for a living?"
She nods, "Yes." She rubs my arm gently, "But you're tense so... why not talk first? You seem like you have something on your mind Master... Hero?"
"Yes... Hero Slogluiganoff." I decide to just speak my mind. "It's just... I've never done this before... I always thought I'd..." I pause, flashbacks of a purple female hedgehog with yellow highlights filling my mind. "...I thought my first would be her..."
She looks down, "Would... would you like to talk about it?"
"..."
Not really... but it'll certainly help me stall for time...
"I met her when I went to school. She was the only one brave enough to greet me, much less accept me into society. See, I was on the streets at the time, but my mom insisted I get an education. She saw me for who I was, a struggling child like she was; after all, she had family troubles, and it was easy to tell that I was in the same boat. We became inseparable best friends. A few months back on my eighteenth birthday, she became gravely ill. I desperately wanted to tell her how I felt about her, but I couldn't bring myself to..." I pause and take a breath. "I told her how I felt when she became critical... We were an item for three days."
She looks sincerely sad for me. Just how did a girl like this get into this profession anyhow?
"Master," she says softly. "Did... did you know it's easier to tell your troubles to strangers?"
In all honesty, no I didn't. Huh, the things you learn...
"That's the thing. The moment someone talks to you deeply, they're no longer strangers." I allow myself a tiny smile.
She smiles at me, a small smile but there's some warmth to it. "Reason is because you'll probably never see them again so you can't worry about them judging you. Sometimes people rent me just to have an open ear."
Oh? Well, I just found what I'll be doing then.
"Yes, but if you talk to someone just enough... You may never see them again, but you'll always remember them." I shift slightly. "If you don't mind me asking... how did you... well, get into this business? You're just so nice and all... I can't imagine having a life like you do."
She folds her ears down, flat against her head.
"I... well... okay... My parents adopted Millie, the rabbit downstairs, when I was four. We grew up as sisters, but when my parents were found guilty for major drug-dealing we were put into foster care. The people there abused us, in more ways than one, so we ran away. We lived on the streets until maybe a month ago when Consensual Slavery came to be legal."
She shows me her right arm where a tattoo of a seven-pointed start rests in her elbow joint, "We're both outfitted with microchips that have a record of everyone who ever owned us. Every night they send a signal to satellites that updates our location. We've worked the bar for Mike ever since we got these."
"..."
These poor girls... Almost the same life as me and Antonio... but they became slaves.
"I never got Consensual Slavery. Who does it profit to lose everything but their souls? I would rather live in a gutter than risk the chance of an abusive jerk. Speaking of which... How does he treat you and your sister?"
I'm not sure if I'm straying into forbidden territory... but I'm curious.
She can't look me in the eye, "Well... It's not just sex. We get trained to do other things too. Clean, cook, and whatever our Masters/Mistresses require. It's basically free labor, we just need to be cared for."
She rubs her neck, "I did it because I knew I'd never be in charge of my future..."
I can't help but notice how she's avoiding my second question.
"But you can learn those things without resorting to slavery. You're a beautiful girl, if you stand in a mall, some guy would ask you for a date. Eventually you'd find a guy you'd like, take it up a step and learn how to cook and other things from him. It's like being a foreigner looking for a green card, but you're already a citizen, so you can't be deported."
Maybe if I can point out the faults in her logic, she'll tell me honestly... Chrys told me I was good at that... Chrys...
She smiles, "Well... you could buy me if you wanted. My sister too if you have 2000 rings handy. I promise we'll take good care of you."
I can see the frown in her eyes when I wince.
"You're a really nice girl... I wish I could... but I'm really just as rich as you are. My brother's trying to support me, and I'm glad for it... but I prefer the streets. Maybe I can strike a deal or something... but I can't buy you." I say honestly.
She shivers, "Th... then maybe you know someone who can? Please..." She takes my arm, and I feel some kind of desperation in her grip.
I can't help but feel for her... I need to know.
"Listen... I need to know about your owner. Does he abuse you and your sister?" I gently place my hand on her shoulder.
She shakes, and then slowly nods. "Please..."
"How is he abusing you? Please tell me." I feel my blood boil.
"If... if you're displeased with my performance... he'll hurt me... he's too strong..."
She bows her head, her hair hiding her face like a veil, and wet spots drip on my legs.
"You and I are very similar, you know."
She should know.
"Like your sister, I'm the adopted one. When I turned five and my bro turned four, our father left us. No explanation, no reason. He just... left. Mom couldn't keep the mortgage, and we were moved to the streets. She taught us how to survive as best as she could. Finally sick of our living, my brother got a job when he was seven. He worked hard, and just recently became a police detective. He's the man of the household. He's the one that put me through school, not out mother. Do you understand why it bothers me why you and your sister are so similar, yet radically different from us? All it takes is a small difference, and we could be in each other's shoes."
She nods, "Please... I'm begging you, if you can't afford it then I'll work off what I owe you. I'll get a job, and give you my earnings, just please get us out of here."
"Is he awake right now?"
I can't just leave her here... She deserves better than this.
She nods, "Please, I don't want trouble, just... please..."
"He's the one asking for trouble." I growl. "Take me to him, then take your sister outside and stay with her."
She trembles, but nods. She pulls at her GPS collar for a second before leading me out the door, and downstairs to the bar. I spot Smoke sitting at a table, feet propped on it. What's he still doing here?
"H-here," she says quietly, standing in front of a door. She darts off, taking Millie by the wrist, and pulling her outside.
"Someone's going to fly through a wall, so there had better be no one in here to land on." I call to Smoke before throwing open the door and letting myself in.
A gorilla smoking a cigar looks up, and growls, "What do you want? The bar's out there, and so are the refreshments, I'm busy!"
"Yeah? I'm looking on buying those two sweet bartenders down there. But it's been brought to my attention that they seem to have some curious stories involving you and someone named Pain."
"Yeah, he's right here!" He raises a fist, and laughs. He flicks some ash from his cigar in an ashtray, "So, you want them eh? Well if you got the dough I got their paperwork ready."
"See, that's the thing. I'm not buying damaged goods." I bring my hands down onto the table, the wood groaning. "Under any other circumstance, I would let it slide, but under any other circumstance, my brother wouldn't be a police detective."
"Your point? They're my property bub so either buy 'em, or bud out."
"Oh, I'll buy them, for a severely reduced price. Say... your face in jail." The wood splinters underneath my hands.
He stands, and grinds out the cigar in the tray, "Alright bub, you're gonna pay for that desk even if you don't buy the bitch so cough it up."
"Wrong answer," Smoke calls from the other room, distracting Mike.
I swing my arm up and catch the gorilla by the neck with my open palm, slamming him back down onto his desk and shattering the rest of it. "Ignore him." I smirk. "That was the best answer you could've given me." I pick him up again and throw him across the room.
Mike growls, and rips up a huge part of the floor, throwing it at me.
I smirk. Time slows, and I think of my brother.
Thanks for being here, bro.
I cross my arms in front of my face and close my eyes before throwing my arms aside and opening my eyes, lasers shooting from them and disintegrating the chunk easily. I can sense the smoke coming from my eyes and I smirk. "Is that all you've got, Mike? My nonexistent sister throws faster than you!"
"Wh-wh-what are you?!" Mike looks scared now, and tries to run from the office.
I shoot forward and grab him by the collar, lifting him into the air. "Me? I'm just a guy that seeks justice. I suppose that makes me a hero, Mike. You could've tried running; I only have these powers for five minutes." And just like I promised Smoke, I spun around before throwing him through the wall and down into the bar. I courteously open the door and close it behind me, taking my time down the stairs.
When I get outside I see Smoke talking with Millie, and Sarah. Just how the hell did he get down here so fast?
Smoke looks over, "Nice job man, knew you could do it."
"Thanks. Give me another minute." I turn and casually walk over to Mike, pulling him into a sitting position. I snap my fingers in his ear. "Hey. Hey. I know you're still in there, you've got too much fat on you for that to kill you."
He's too groggy to respond.
"Relax," Smoke says, pulling some papers out of a pants pocket. "I got their ownership papers right here, and a transfer sheet already signed by him. It claims they were given to you free of charge."
Sarah gasps with her hands over the lower half of her face, and hugs Millie.
Smoke hands me the papers, "Just so you know, it's a felony to destroy legal documents. Now then, why not drop by my place tomorrow so we can talk business?"
"Sure, give me your address." I let go of Mike, letting him drop like the furry sack of potatoes he is, and pull some paper and a pen from my hair. I scribble on a sheet and stick it in Mike's pocket before handing another sheet to Smoke.
On the sheet I had written, "I'll be back. You'll never see me, you'll never hear me. And when I come back, you'd better not have any more slaves, or I'll sic my friend the Tails Doll on you. -A Hero."
Smoke pushes the paper back, "I ought to let you decide what's what first. Ask around me if you don't know already."
He turns, and starts walking off, "After all, I'm pretty infamous from my days in Poisoned Rose."
...He can't be serious, he's THAT Smoke?!
I shake my head from that little tidbit and turn to the two girls. "Well... My brother's probably already locked down his house for the night... I hope you two don't mind sharing my part of town."
They shake their heads, and Sarah says, "Of course not."
Millie walks up to him, and hugs him. "You just saved us from Hell with that monkey, I'd follow you anywhere."
That voice...!
I back up involuntarily. "Chrys?!" I wince as soon as I say it.
She gives me an odd look, "...Who-?"
Sarah gives her a subtle head shake. "Master, can we please go home now?"
"O-of course." I shake my head to clear it, but I can tell that they both know I'm shaken. I turn and start walking. "We need to hail a cab."
Millie nods, and waves an arm. The driver stops for them, and Sarah opens the back for me.
"Thanks." I step in and say, "115th Avenue, please."
The driver nods and starts driving as soon as we put our belts on.
It's only about fifteen minutes, and I use the time to get a feel for the girls.
Figuratively speaking you perverts.
Sarah seems totally relaxed around me, she even leans on me a little. Millie seems a little reserved still, but at least she's not hostile.
Ugh, she reminds me of Chrys... Just... focus. She's gone now.
"So, I know your sister a little, but I don't know you." I look at Millie.
Millie raises an eyebrow, "What's to know? I'm just here to look out for my little sister over there. And frankly I don't care what the government says, you hurt her and I will slaughter you in your sleep."
"Millie," Sarah protests. "Don't be like that! He's a nice guy!"
Ow... acts like her too.
"It's okay."
I study the collar around Sarah's neck. "We have fifteen minutes, let's see what we can do about these tracers."
She rubs it, "Well... Mike had the key, but we'll think of something."
"What happens if I just rip it?"
"Nothing I guess, but it's a metal band wrapped in leather. One guy tried to steal me that way, and it didn't work out."
Millie lets out a derisive snort, "Hard to believe that Smoke guy forgot about it."
"That's it, no electric current or anything? As my brother says, easy peasy. Hold still, I don't want to hurt you."
I think of my brother again, and I feel heat coming to my eyes. I pull the collar away from Sarah's neck and place my hand underneath before a red laser comes from my eyes, melting through the metal like butter. I work slowly and meticulously, making sure none of my excess heat is affecting Sarah. I finally cut through, and pulled the collar off.
"There."
She rubs her neck, "Thank you Master."
"You're welcome. Your turn." I turn to Millie.
"I don't have one," Millie says, brushing an ear over her shoulder to show him. "Sarah was given one because you might have taken her out of the building. I was right where Mike could see me."
"Well then... Tomorrow, we'll go get those tracers taken out. As far as I'm concerned, they're useless."
They share a look, and Sarah says. "Um... actually..."
"Am I missing something?" I tilt my head.
Millie props her head on her hand, and leans on the door. "Believe it or not, Sarah WANTS this. I came along so I could look out for her so I don't care if you take mine out."
"Fair enough. Once I take out your chip, you're free to go."
"Oh no, I'm not going anywhere," she says with narrowed eyes. "Where she goes I go, capiche?"
"Yes, I understand."
The cab driver stops, "We're here."
"Thank you." I pull a silver ring from my hair and hand it to him. "Keep the change." I open the door and step out, holding the door open for them and offering a hand.
Sarah accepts it, and we help Millie out. Something bangs in a nearby alley, and Sarah all but jumps into my arms.
Ack! Woah, she's really light... Wrong thing to think about at the moment.
I set her down and move her behind Millie, turning and facing the alley.
It figures someone moves in the second I leave. Ugh, typical.
I walk over and kick over a garbage can, creating a racket.
A knife appears by my foot, actually sticking into the concrete. A pair of golden cat eyes stare at me in the dim light. As my eyes adjusts I see a black cat dressed in black with several knives sheathed over his body standing by a dumpster, and whatever made the noise from earlier is inside it.
Great, someone dangerous. Just what I needed when I have two girls with me.
"This is my alley. I don't mind sharing, as long as we understand each other." I shift my left foot slightly outwards, stabilizing my stance just in case he decides to rush me other something.
The cat approaches, and casually yanks his knife out of the pavement, "Apologies for the hostilities, it's a reflex."
Another voice echoes from inside the dumpster, "Yo, the guys here must have had some party last night! There's some chicken fettuccine in here, some spaghetti, some chinese takeouts that are still good, and a nice big juicy-"
CRUNCH!
The cat jumps a bit, "What was that?"
"Sorry bro, stepped on a watermelon, but I'm fine!"
I relax and look back. "C'mere girls, they won't hurt us." I look at the cat and say, "What brings you here?"
"Dinner," he says, and puts out a hand. "I am Reave, and the dumpster diver over there is Spike."
"Hey Reave, is someone out there?"
"The homeowners," he calls back.
"Hero. This is Sarah, and her sister Millie." I shake his hand. "I never thought I'd meet nice people in a place like this. Normally I have to go-" I pause and shoot lasers from my eyes into the sky before they stop and I finish, "-To get them to leave."
Reave raises an eyebrow, "Was that really necessary?"
Damn this cat is cool as a cucumber.
"Sorry, I have it for two more minutes. If I don't use it, then I lose it." I walk over to the dumpster and look in. "Hey, pass up the Chinese food, please."
Loud rustling, and a ash colored hedgehog with quills sticking straight out of his head pops up. He wears a white shirt with frayed sleeves, and splattered with what I hope is fake blood. He holds a plastic bag out to me, and I notice his gloves are black with one-inch spikes poking out of his knuckles. Between those, and his quills it's no wonder he's called "Spike."
"Here man, and pass the fettuccine to Reave would ya?"
"Thanks." I turn and toss the bag to the cat before pulling a few forks from my hair. "It's not much, but if you guys want a bite?" I offer some to the girls.
They come over, and nod. Spike starts to climb out, but his foot catches on something. He tries again, and the dumpster shakes a little. He frowns, and tries again, this time toppling out onto the pavement. The dumpster creaks as it bears down on him.
He has a resigned look, "Here we go aga-"
It falls on him, only his right hand is exposed the fingers curled in a claw of pain. Sarah looks shocked, covering her face while Sarah laughs, and Reave facepalms.
Ugh, Antonio really needs to adjust how much he oils that thing.
I walk over and, with two hands, flip it back up. "You okay?" I look at Spike with mild amusement.
Spike has spirals in his eyes, "Looky Reave, I found a magic flower, and it talks to me!"
"He's fine," Reave says with a sigh, and sits to enjoy his dinner.
"We'd better hide; the cops'll probably show up what with how loud we're being." I say.
I walk over to a cardboard box and crawl into it, a small passageway hidden inside. At the end is a dead end, which I place my palm on. The wall scans my hand, and it opens into a small room the size of a bed room hidden under the building the box was leaned against. I pull some chairs from a corner and spread them out.
The others follow me with wonder.
"Impressive," Reave says.
Spike smiles, "Yeah, it's way better than slicing up a few cops for a night."
Sarah gives him wide eyes, "How can you smile while talking about murder?"
"Like this!" He gives a wide smile, "One time I-"
Reave punches the back of his head, "Will you stop that? Not everyone is like us."
"My brother happens to be a police detective." I direct the statement at Spike before saying, "Yeah, he's a bit paranoid, so he made this for me. I used to live here with my mom while he protected us."
"Cool," Spike says casually. "I don't think we've met, if we had he'd be dead."
Reave punches him again.
"Why you gotta be hittn' on me," Spike whines like a child.
"He's the one I got the eye lasers from." I say just as casually.
Spike rubs his head, "Hm... I've killed guys with ice powers, fire powers, a guy that shoots lightning from his fingers, a mind reader-"
"That last one doesn't count," Reave says. "He starts having seizures when he tried to read you mind."
"That does too count," Spike pouts.
"Oh? Hey Reave, try to kill me right now. I've got one minute left." I check my watch.
He raises an eyebrow, "An... Odd request." His hand blurs, and Sarah squeaks as a knife sails through the air at my throat.
I raised an arm and let it hit my wrist, and it bounced off with a ping. "That's it? Getting crushed by the dumpster is more deadly." I smile. "Try again, still got a minute."
Reave frowns, "Might I know why? I'm not fond of killing my hosts."
Millie looks weirded out, "When exactly did you lose your mind?"
"I didn't. I still have a minute left, and so I'm showing why exactly my brother is the protector of the household. I may not have all of his gadgets or his costume, but I have his powers. And I'm only showing the second of many." I smile more. I flail my arms out. "Go ahead, stick me!"
Reave stands, and draws a pair of bladed tonfas from sheathes on his legs. "Very well then..."
He leaps across the room like lightning, scissoring his blades at my throat.
/I knew I couldn't block them fast enough, so I just do what my brother would: Stand there and take it./
They bounced off with a thud, and I jump up and back, latching to the corner next to the ceiling. "I do believe this would be the part where he says, "Hey, that tickled!" I'd agree, but I honestly didn't feel it."
He stares, and smiles, "Interesting..."
Millie puts an arm around Sarah, and pulls Spike by the ear as they huddle in a corner. Reave charges at me head on, and then runs accross the wall to come at me from the side. He pivots on a toe, and whirls through the air.
It's like a cyclone of metal, absolutely no openings, and almost impossible to dodge... almost. Let's see... I've gone through eye-lasers, impervious skin, and wall-clinging. Next should be...
I blur out, reappearing behind him.
...Super-speed.
I blur out again, this time using my brother's super-speed to my advantage. Due to my increased speed, it seems like he's spinning with his blades out similar to idiots that try to make themselves dizzy. He certainly didn't look like he would be getting dizzy soon, so he must have spent years on this technique. I dash forwards and use my body to jam his spin, catching his arm. I go back to normal speed and flick him away with my finger, not enough to send him flying, but enough to make him back up.
Somehow he seems to know where I am the second I'm there though. He drops one of his weapons, popping out his claws as he grabs my arm. As he brings the other in to thrust at my gut I grab it. He just drops it too, and a six-inch blade pokes from his sleeve as he aims for my throat.
Who is this cat? He's good!
Good thing so is my brother.
I catch his hand and grab it, throwing him across the room hard enough to smack against the wall, but not hard enough to cobweb/crater it. I smirk and say, "It's too cramped in here for this, let's take it to the rooftops!" I shoot out of the entrance, and I can hear him following me. I stop on a dime and crouch, shooting straight up. I backflip and land on the roof, ready for him.
Super-jump, check.
He runs right up the wall like some kind of ninja, three knives held between his fingers on one hand. He throws them, deftly unsheathing three more on the back of his hip, and throwing them too.
Man, he's producing just as many as Antonio can! But unlike bro, this guy's weapons are real...
"Say, do you have a storage dimension in your coat?" I spin sideways, catching them easily and throwing them just as expertly.
"No, I only have twenty knives strategically placed on my body. Example..."
When he lands on the roof he goes into a roll, pulling two knives off his ankle, and throwing them at me.
I catch these as well, spinning them between my fingers before slinging them pointed edge down into the roof. "Ah, but that means you have thirty seconds and less than fifteen knives to prove that my brother isn't invincible!"
"How can I prove that," he asks. "I'm fighting you, not him."
Two hidden blades slide down past his hands with matching clicks, and he adopts a defensive stance.
"Because my ability is to copy. That is why I'm keeping track of time." I breakdance and kick the two knives into the air, jumping and kicking them hard at him. "Everything he knows about his powers I know about. So in essence, you really ARE fighting him!"
Reave doesn't move, catching them coolly as they sail on either side of his head, "Well then there is little you can gain from me. All my skills, and abilities come from training, and experience."
He holds them in reverse grips, careful to avoid the blades on his wrists. "Now then, are you done wanting me to kill you?"
"Pretty much. But I just want to do this with my last fifteen seconds." I shoot into the air, flying around, before landing in front of the cardboard box. "There, done."
He looks over the edge of the building at me, and sheaths his weapons as he drops nimbly beside the box.
"Thanks for trying to kill me." I go back into the room and sit in my chair.
"A sentence I never considered hearing," he laughs, and joins me. Spike is passed out in a corner asleep while the girls are huddled together in their own slumber.
"Wow, time flies, doesn't it?" I smirk. I move next to the wall and start walking, running my hand on it. A panel flips down, and a bed comes down. I do this two more times, one bed per wall. "Pick a bed, I don't care which you pick." I lie down on the largest, a queen size bed that halfway stuck into a space in the wall.
Reave sits with his back against the wall like he's meditating. It takes me a minute to realize that he's asleep.
He even has his eyes open!
I shrug and roll over. So... tomorrow I need to see that Smoke guy and see what he's selling... I'm not entirely sure what I'll do with Sarah and Millie, but there's no way in hell I'm letting them get back into slavery. I really just got them to free them, but they don't have anywhere else to go but with me. Ugh, Chrys I miss you... You'd know what to do. If only I could ask you what to do...
I close my eyes and go to sleep.
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