That is how I feel at the moment. lol
Want to say thank you to everyone reading this damn thing and to all those giving me reviews you are the best!
Sooo it's 2am...and I've like edited the shit outta this and my brain is fried so I may of missed something lol. Anyways I hope you all like the newest chapter.
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Sariel had almost thought he was an illusion. She had hoped she was hallucinating. Maybe the smoke had clouded her mind. But as she took in his form before her, she realized he was real. He was blood and bones. And the worst is that he had betrayed her.
He was just a kid she found working for the wrong group. He had an amazing shot with any gun and he was smart enough to obtain intel on anything or anyone she had ever needed while on the field. The two had been working with one another for awhile now. A frown etched it's way onto her face. Why would he throw it all away?
It wasn't like she hadn't been betrayed before. It came with the territory. But she had to admit, Asif's betrayal was one of the most amusing yet. But Sariel was done playing games.
"You know he wasn't always on our side, he is a recent addition moya kroshka. We know where he was and what he was doing before his encounter with you. Such a pretty little informant you had gained. But he had to take advantage of the situation he was placed in. And the injections we had given him did quite the trick, allowing him to survive that hospital fire. He was dyeing in those flames, and you left him there all alone. We stepped in and in return for his life he aided us. You would of done the same." The woman rested her hand gently on Asif's shoulder, showing the younger woman of her former ally's newest loyalties.
Madaline stood between her and Asif. "Injections? What the hell?" Sariel thought back on the little information she had on the group from her time spent with them and it wouldn't surprise her that they had something that could alter genetics, speed up the healing process allowing someone to survive whatever befell them. The group afterall did have an entire scientific department for such things. "Damn this woman." she mentally cringed. Sariel knew her opponent was stronger then her physically in every way. But she wasn't going to go down without a fight. Even if her lungs were still filled with smoke. Even if the entire place around her was burning to cinder and ash. Sariel was her own person. She had her own ideas and her own morals. She would simply not allow herself to fall into their clutches.
The buildings began to creak, the flame roared above them all. She could hear a few cries of panic coming from the citizens that had gotten away from the fire, but only to escape into the clutches of these madmen.
"Just come quietly. All she she wants to do is talk to you."
Sariel looked beyond the buildings and wondered if Robin and his Russian friend had gotten away. Hopefully he did. She wasn't expecting him to come back for her, and if he did she'd call him a fool. Besides at this moment he probably thought her dead.
Sariel sighed and looked to the woman before her. "And what if I don't want to have a chat with Ms. Warchild, hrmmm?"
"Must I tell you again malen'kiy, you don't have much of a choice."
Sariel smirked. "What does it matter Madaline, She'll just kill me once she gets the information she needs out of me."
The Russian laughed, "Perhaps she will, or perhaps not. She liked you a lot moya kroshka. She might give you a second chance, da?"
"I rather not take it."
"Perhaps you should boss."
It was Asif that spoke up. She shook her head at the young man. "You know what they do Asif, you know what they are capable of. We infiltrate them for a reason. Or have you forgotten what they did to your sister?" She had hoped that speaking about a past long since buried would bring something back into her old ally's mind. Asif was a soldier in any mans war. But the ben Elohim had used his sister against him. Two years ago he watched her die. Two years ago they were sent on a mission that would send them all in a spiral and would ultimately make her a double agent of sorts as she wiggled her way into the heart of the society she wished to destroy. Asif was heart broken. He wanted revenge and she would gladly give it to him. But now...
Her former companion took a step closer, and then another and another before he was right in front of her. His hand went out to touch her, plucking her chin to look up, for her eyes to meet his. "Come with me Sariel, they can give you so much more. You can stop fighting. You don't have to endure all of this anymore."
There was a moment of silence before she seared at the traitor.
"Get. Away. From me. I want nothing to do with you."
Asif looked saddened by her words. As if he truly thought she would so willingly come with him. "That's a shame Sariel." He raised his hand to smack her, but just before the back of his hand graced her face, she grabbed his arm suddenly putting a halt his movements. She then kicked him in the stomach, pulled his arm back further then it should bend and snapped it.
Asif yelped in pain. But she refused to let go. "You betrayed me, now you're going to pay."
"Oh you hurt the dog. Da?" the thick husky accent cut though the air like a knife. Madaline's fist came at her, but Sariel quickly delivered a kick to the woman's side making her hunch over, and then turned to add another kick that would of hit the Russian in the head, but the woman had caught Sariel's leg.
The younger woman swore as the older tossed her to the side and into a burning structure, her grip on Asif was gone the moment she received the blow.
Sariel coughed. She was back from where she started. In a building burning away, it's air thick with smoke. What was this woman's strength? It was unreal. Getting to her feet, she quickly tried make it out of the building, but a punch to her head from behind surprised her.
Dazed she fell to the floor. Her sight blurry. But she got to her feet once again.
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Slade was driving the jeep at full speed. Whoever these people were they had found them, and unfortunately they were now being shot at by a fully armored gun that nestled itself in the back of another jeep that was chasing them in and out of alley's of the blasted city.
Thankfully it was very early in the morning so people were not huddled around the streets making it much more of a obstacle course then it already was. The streets were narrow and they twisted and turned a lot.
"You need to do something about them Robin."
"What the hell do you want me to do? Wave at them and ask them to surrender?"
Slade looked to his apprentice. "Use this" he dropped a handgun in Robins lap and the boy froze up. His eyes becoming like a void when looking down at the weapon. Slade frowned. He was going to have to do a lot of work to be able to undo all the brainwashing the Bat had done to the boy. Guns were not bad. It was merely a weapon. A tool. Nothing more, nothing less.
He knew he could very well ask the boy to drive and he himself could shoot the men. But he wanted Robin to feel the weight of the gun, to push him more to realize he had to do what needed to be done to survive out here. Taking a life was not always so simple, but at times it's what had to be done.
However, seeing the boys shocked expression the mastermind gave out a short sigh. "Not to kill Robin, just... shoot the tires out. Dismantle the jeep before they kill us."
Robin slowly nodded. He could do that, he could shoot the tires out.
"Just be careful of the recoil."
Another round of bullets came flying at the duo, the windshield was now even more riddled with bullet holes then beforehand. Slade was half tempted to shattered the entire piece of glass, simply so he could see where he was going.
Robin moved himself from the front seat to the back. His breath was heavy as he tried to aim for the tires but Slade kept driving at a faster speed and whisked around corners. One jolt and the boys aim was off.
Slade watched Robins shaky movements in the rear view mirror. "If he can aim one of his bird-O-rangs at peoples heads he can shoot out the damn tires." he thought to himself. But perhaps it was because of the weapon he was holding. Robin knew how to hold one it seemed and to aim. But he had never taken a shot before. He briefly wondered where the boy got instructions on handling a gun when the Bat was so against their use? Perhaps the commissioner, or perhaps even Gordon's daughter. Maybe even Sariel.
He didn't know but Robin had to get moving.
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Another round of what felt like hundreds of bullets passed his head as he ducked for cover in the back seat. What the hell was wrong with him? All he had to do was shoot out the tires. He could do this with his eyes closed.
But the gun...
It felt so heavy in his hands.
But... Robin shook his head.
Why was he stalling? This wasn't the time to think things through. The only thing to do was act. But the gun... why did Slade give him a gun of all things?
"Probably because it was the only thing he had on him." Robin thought to himself. It made sense. Slade put himself into a disguise as a military officer. 'Sergei' wouldn't of been carrying anything else.
With a huff, Robin dared to take a look out beyond the safety of his confines only to see the jeep that was chasing them had sadly gained on them as well. He knew he had to do something and now. So before they could shoot another barrage of bullets there way Robin sat up and aimed for the tires. It was difficult with Slade's driving, given that he was turning at every road that he came upon to avoid being shot at. But after a few shots he was finally able to get the tires in line of sight and pulled the trigger.
The first bullet didn't hit it's mark, but a few afterwards did. He would of called it more luck than skill. The recoil was not entirely unexpected, but it hurt regardless. The armed jeep swerved to the right, but they forced themselves back onto the road, however they were losing speed. Robin took aim again and after a couple more bad shots he took out another tire, which caused them to swiftly be redirected and crash right into a building.
Robin did not look back to see if anyone survived. He simply handed the gun back to Slade.
"Not bad." Slade looked to the boy that had returned to the seat beside him. "You're aim could use some work however, especially after the recoil." Robin already had a natural ability with any weapon it seemed, even the ones he hated. The boy was truly made to be a fighter.
Robin glowered at the man across from him. "We need to get to Sariel."
"And we will, let's just hope none of them find us again."
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Before they knew it, the two were entering what seemed like hell itself. The fire had taken everything in it's greed and there was no end to it. Slade had slowed down and the two drove quietly past the husks of what was once peoples homes, the fires still feasting upon them.
"If she is still alive, she's either long gone, or with the rest of them. I doubt they have left since we had our friends so feverishly chase us through every street I could find. Are you sure you still want to do this Robin?"
"Yes."
A glint of satisfaction appeared in the masterminds eye. The boy was finally starting to do things a different way. He was taking a different approach to this then what he would of done beforehand.
With his hands on the steering wheel Slade looked to the young man beside him and nodded. Robins plan wasn't exactly a stable one, but if the boy wanted this, then he would gladly give it.
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Another cough and a yelp came from Sariel's bloodied lips. She was really having enough of this giant steroids' junkie of a woman. Sariel always knew the upper elites of the ben Elohim were something always so surreal. She knew about Geist well enough, after a couple times of going out on missions with the ghostly man during her times spying on the society, but Madaline... She always stayed far away from the woman. And for good reason.
The things even her own men said about her were disturbing, No one trusted her, everyone feared her. The only person that seemed to respect the Russian woman was the head of the ben Elohim herself. Aurora Warchild. The red headed bitch.
Madaline was a brutal woman. She never lost a fight.
But Sariel to, had a reputation to uphold.
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I personally always thought that Robin knew how to use various weapons, including a gun, even if it went against Batman's teachings, Robin may have never shot one before but I always figured he'd know his way around one since he's probably been shot at many times. He is the type to gather information and use every scrap he can get. Plus comic wise he does grow up to be Nightwing and a Budhaven cop who uses a gun so... Sorry if it seems out of character (but it's not really =P) lol
Anyways please please review and let me know what you all think.
I keep updating this thing very late or rather early in the morning... So sleepy
Also Da means yes in Russian...
Anyways thanks again all! Hope you liked it
-Fangs
