Jacob ran along a rooftop, footsteps barely making a sound. The air was filled with the normal sounds of police sirens and motor vehicles flying by throughout the night. Farther and farther he ran, tassels from his league vestments trailing behind him as he began to lose himself, mind falling into a peaceful lull as he went. Up and over the edge of the building he went, vaulting over to the next roof and rolling once his feet touched down. He popped back up and kept moving, stopping only when he overlooked the next alley. Sounds of a scuffle broke through his peace of mind, echoing up from the bottom and bringing the sound of something hitting a dumpster. He peered over the edge, catching the sight of four men cornering a tall, skinny woman with black spikey hair; across her shoulder was a leather jacket, giving her a very punk look.
"Hey pretty lady," he heard one of the men cooing, voice thick and full of alcohol. "You looking for some fun tonight?"
"Piss off douchebag," the woman spat, rolling her eyes and moving to walk away.
One of the men tried to cut her off, stepping in front of her and going to grab an arm. In response, she threw out a right cross to his face, knocking him backwards as he clutched at his nose.
"Bitch broke my nose!" the guy groaned as blood began to seep through his fingers.
"Woahho!" the second guy laughed, chucking his now empty beer bottle against the dumpster and adding another shatter to the sounds. "Kitties got claws!"
The third laughed, stepping up and slamming his fist into the woman's stomach. She hit the ground gasping for air as the four men laughed.
"Maybe we should show her our claws!" the first man laughed, flicking out a switchblade and waving it around menacingly.
In response, the woman picked up a piece of glass, the sharp edge of the shard almost glinting in the streetlights, and slashed out. She hit the man's cheek, slicing the closest guy across the face. He grunted in terror, blood welling up and beginning to drop down his face.
"Fucking cunt!" the guy screamed, wiping the blood away from his face before kicking her in the chest. An audible crack echoed throughout the alley.
With a scream, she crumpled to the ground, coughing up blood and spitting it to the alley floor. Jacobs hands tensed at his side as he took a step forward off the edge of the building. Jumping down and hitting the fire escape, he hesitated before falling the rest of the way down. Hearing the clatter, the woman looked up with watering eyes, groaning and wiping the blood from her chin.
"Who's this clown?" the first one laughed, staggering around to face Jacob as he landed, his knee sliding down and jarring as he hit the alley floor.
Wordlessly answering, Jacob drew both of his metal batons from behind his back, flicking them outward and extending them before standing up.
"Sara?" the woman gasped, trying to focus her eyes but beginning to slowly lose consciousness.
Jacob rushed in, using the drunk's instability to his advantage. First he struck out with his left baton, bone cracking as he connected with the drunks left inner arm, then with his right baton to his outer right. The guy lurched to his left, head connecting with the dumpster and fell unconscious. The second tried to rush Jacob as his companion fell, blindly trying to punch at Jacob. Continuing his momentum, Jacob spun around and kicked out, catching the drunk in the guy. With a groan, he bent over, puking all over the street. Bringing both batons down hard, they connected squarely with the man's face, crumpling him to the street. The fourth stumbled backwards, trying to run before Jacob tossed his left baton. It connected with the drunk's skull, sending him to the ground with a thud. The third waved his knife around trying to intimidate Jacob, to no avail. With a slow sluggish stab, the drunk lunged forward. Jacob rolled to the side, retrieving his second baton. The man blinked, eyes and body slowly trying to spin around and face Jacob, the sudden movement making him lose balance. Jacob rushed forward, one baton crashing into the knife hand, sending the weapon clattering to the ground. The opposite shoulder slammed into the drunk. With an oomph, the drunk fell to the ground in a sprawling heap. Finishing him with a baton to the face, Jacob knocked him unconscious. Jacob turned around, quietly taking in the scene around him, making sure no one was getting up. Seeing such, he collapsed his batons against the dumpster before storing them behind his back.
He knelt down, examining the woman where she lay, as gently as he could. Slowly extending out a hand, he tested to see if she was still breathing. Barely, he thought to himself as he felt the exhale of her breath on his fingers; Probably a few broken ribs. Without waiting, he picked her up, trying to be careful but still making her groan in pain.
"Henry!" Jacobs' modulated voice called out, bursting through the inner doors of the rundown clinic.
"I was wondering when I would see you again…" Came the docs British voice from the next room. The sound of a recliner being seated echoed into the back room, along with the sound of a teacup being sat on a saucer. "My god, what is this?"
"She needs help," Jacob replied, setting her gingerly down on the nearest gurney and taking a step backwards.
"Yes I can see that," he quipped, rushing over and pulling out a small flashlight, checking her pupil dilation. "What happened?"
"The joys of living in the Glades," Jacob shot back, folding his arms over his chest. "A couple of drunks trying to find a thrill."
Henry made a disgruntled half snort through his nose before shaking the woman gently by the arm.
"Darling, darling," he pressed. "Can you tell me your name?"
"Unhh…" She groaned, barely opening her eyes. "Cindy….er….Sin…"
"Well then, Sin," he nodded, touching the sides of her head. "My name is Doctor Morgan, you can call me Henry You've had a rather rough night."
She mumbled something under her breath and tried to nod.
"Easy now darling, don't try to move," he went on, trying to reassure her. "I'm going to examine you, see the brunt of the damage."
"No…insurance…" she managed to get out, trying to sit up before Henry stopped her.
"No need to worry about that darling," he replied, smiling and gently pushing her back before examining her ribs. "Your health is more important."
Jacob stood back and watched as the doc worked. His hands became fluid, flowing all over the woman's body, pressing here and there. Jacob took note of each place he touched that made her respond, noticing the doctors silver wedding band. Several broken ribs, he thought to himself again, probably internal bleeding and a bruised diaphragm. The doc stopped, reaching up and pulling a small vial from a shelf along with opening a fresh syringe from a drawer. Measuring out a dose, he rolled up the studded black t shirt she wore and injected it into her shoulder. Her muttering stopped and Jacob could hear her breathing slowly with ease. The doctor whispered something to her, touched her forehead and threw away the needle. Looking up, he walked over to Jacob, removing his gloves and tossing them in the garbage as he did.
"Your friend is in for a rather rough night," he mumbled, pushing his glasses up his nose. "She has several broken ribs, a bruised diaphragm and her wrist popped free of her socket. Plus some rather nasty cuts from what I suspect was a serrated butterfly knife?"
Jacob only nodded, staying silent.
"Then I guess it's business as usual," Henry sighed, removing his glasses and wiping them on a handkerchief he produced from his pocket.
"Thank you, Henry," Jacob whispered, turning to leave.
"Just a moment," Henry interjected, putting his glasses back on and holding up a hand. "Seeing as that's two favors I've done for you, I'm going to have to ask one of you."
"I'm listening," Jacob said, stopping just short of the doorway.
"Right then," he went on, pocketing the handkerchief. "There are several medicines that I am constantly in need of, in order to run my clinic…"
"Morphine, Levaquin, Epinephrine," Jacob interjected, nodding his head.
"Precisely. Now as most of my patients are on the less fortunate times, well most times, impoverished side, procuring said pharmaceuticals has become problematic. I was wondering, well hoping really, that you might…"
"I'll see what I can do," Jacob finished, turning and walking out.
"Right, very well," he said turning back to the woman on the gurney. "He's a man of few words isn't he?"
The only response was the woman's slow, shallow breathing. Henry sighed to himself, shaking his head while touching the bright silver ring on his left hand absently.
Back in the clocktower, Jacob took off his hood, setting the facemask on the table and took a breath. Henry needs meds, he thought to himself, do I steal them from a hospital or….he grinned, picking up his laptop and accessing the SCPD database. After a few keystrokes and a few misdirection into personnel files, he had every bit of information on the Los Harcones drug ring pulled up in front of him.
Sometime later, Jacob stood on top of a stack of shipping containers overlooking the Star City harbor. A group of Los Harcones thugs gathered in a sloppy group, waiting for their exchange. A second group, rolling up in multiple jacked up SUVs, slowly pulled up and flashed their headlights before getting out of the vehicles.
"They never learn," Jacob muttered to himself, knocking an arrow with the explosive tip onto his bowstring. Pulling back, he sighted in where he wanted the arrow to land. He released the string, watching as the arrow soared through the air before landing in between the two groups.
"What the shit?" he heard someone yell, voice echoing off the containers and back to him, before the arrow exploded into a giant fireball. Screaming and yelling ensued, chaos at its finest, before someone spotted Jacob in the distance.
"Yo! It's that fool who rolled our boys the other night!" he heard another one yell, pointing some sort of firearm at him. "Get him!"
Jacob smiled to himself, dropping down from the stacks of shipping containers. Landing on the ground, he dropped a small device at his feet before taking off down another row of containers.
"He's over there!" A random voice echoed from the point he dropped to.
"That way!" he heard the thugs in the next row over, yell.
Morons, he thought as he rebounded off a set of containers before climbing on top and crouching low. He low crawled to the end of the container, peeking up to see where they were. Leaning up slightly to see two people, one well dressed, the other slightly less, arguing. Three large black duffel bags sat beside them, two of the three were open. From where he lay, he could see a medley of dollar bills sticking out of the one, the other one was more square.
One on the left, he thought to himself before loading two arrows onto his bow string. He moved up to the kneeling position and drew back, releasing and drawing two more. Sighting rapidly, he aimed at the two people and let loose. The first two arrows struck the bags, barely drawing the attention to them before the second set of arrows struck the standing men. They crumpled to the ground, guns clattering away.
Jacob bolted up, launching himself off the stack and rolling as he hit the ground. He bounded forward, snatching up the final bag before shouldering it and running off. After getting a few feet away, the arrows exploded, sending a cloud of powder, bills and fire into the sky. Jacob grinned, taking off into the night. As he ran, he heard the remaining thugs start yelling again.
"What the fuck?" came a yell. "There's no one here!"
A few seconds later, an explosion sounded, sending a bright shower of sparks up and over the container stacks.
Jacob silently slipped inside the clinic, setting the duffle bag down on an empty table. A wheel squeaked under the weight, causing Henry to sit up from where he was sitting and blink several times in the light.
"Oh," he sighed, seeing Jacob and lowering the PPK he had lifted when he turned. "It's just you."
"Problems?" Jacob asked, raising his hands slowly and eyeing the small pistol.
"No more than usual," he dismissed, setting the gun down and straightening his glasses. "What's this?"
"Hopefully an answer for your clinic," Jacob replied, taking a step backwards.
Henry frowned, got up and walked over to the bag. After hesitating for a second, hands hovering over the zipper and staring at Jacob, he unzipped the bag; his eyes widened at the sigh of its contents.
"My word," he started, fingers frozen where they sat. "There must be tens of thousands in here."
"Closer to a hundred," Jacob guessed, shrugging.
"Where on earth did you possibly get this?" He asked, fingers waking up and beginning to leaf through a few of the stacks.
"Los Harcones," Jacob admitted. "I warned them about dealing in the Glades."
"Although I'm not entirely enthused about its origins," Henry laughed, zipping up the bag.
It is much appreciated. I'll put it to use immediately."
"How's she doing?" Jacob asked, nodding to the woman on the gurney.
"Well on the mend," He announced happily, turning towards her as well. "Her wrist is set, her wounds all dressed. The only issue I foresee is going to be her ribs, they are severely broken."
Jacob nodded, stepping closer to look at the woman. On closer inspection, he saw that she wasn't much younger than him, possibly early twenties at most. Her hair was obviously dyed, roots beginning to show her true color close to the scalp, barely retaining the elevated nature it had before. Her face showed her youth, cheek bones barely visible but giving a contour that in a way was pretty. Her lips and nose were both puffy from the damage. Her leather spiked jacket lay on the ground, her shoulders bare due to the sleeves being rolled up, revealing thin pale but slightly muscular arms. Gently moving her hands, he found scars tracing up her lower arms, some half hidden by the studded bracelets she wore; her fingernails were painted a matte black hue, with a bandage wrapped around her previously dislocated wrist.
"She's a fighter," Jacob remarked, remembering the right hook she had thrown.
"Of that I have no doubt," Henry confirmed, nodding his head.
Jacob gently laid her hand down and turned to leave, before Henry held up a hand to stop him.
"I should really have a look at you as well," he announced. "You were shot a few days ago, if that goes untreated…"
"I'll be fine doc," Jacob insisted, stepping around him and leaving.
"Words I've heard before," Henry whispered, shaking his head.
Jacob slipped inside the window of the clocktower, walking to the table and laid his batons down, leaving the sound of metal on metal to hang thick in the air.
Taking off his hood, he tossed it onto the table as well. What now? He silently asked himself, picking up the laptop and loading up the SCPD database, a call coming over the patrol band just as he did so.
"This is patrol 11, go ahead dispatch," came a voice over the tiny speakers embedded in the laptop's frame.
"Patrol 11, several complaints coming from pier 38, something about several massive fireballs. Probably some kids screwing around, check it out."
"Copy dispatch, patrol 11 responding."
Little bit late, he thought to himself, shaking his head. He flicked through several files till something strange happened: the hairs on the back of his neck started to stand on end. Embracing his training, he quickly reached for his bow, knocked a standard broadhead arrow and spun around. Someone in the exact same League attire as his own, stood just inside the window, holding a short serrated blade. Seeing his target, he let loose, rapidly knocking a second arrow as the string settled back into position. The first arrow was knocked away, clattering to the ground harmlessly. The second hardly left the string before the figure had started advancing, it being knocked harmlessly to the ground just like the first. Jacob switched hands with his bow, snatching up one of his batons and extended it. He lashed out with his bow, the serrated blades flat meeting it and holding. He swung low with the baton, aiming for the legs. The figure withdrew the blade and stepped over the baton, giving Jacob the opportunity to spin around and lash out again with the bow. The short blade flashed through the air, falling flat across his wrist and sending the bow tumbling away. He reacted as best as he could, spinning to his left and aiming his right shoulder for the person's chest. He launched up with his legs, connecting and sending the breath gasping from the person's lungs. Grabbing hold of the knife hand, brought his batten down on the wrist and flicked it forwards, sending the knife skittering into the darkness. The person reacted quickly, wrenching the baton free and twisting it up and over his hands, striking twice across Jacobs chest. He grunted, elbowing the figure in the chest before tripping up their legs and shifted to the side, sending them both tumbling to the floor. They rolled for a few paces, the hooded figure coming out on top, one knee pinning Jacobs free hand down and the baton held at his throat, just about his right hand. The figure raised its empty hand, sweeping down its hood before pulling off its mask.
"Hello, Al'Shahurur," came a female voice.
Jacob and the same female circled each other, both bare chest and hands wrapped in leather bindings. The woman wore multiple white cloth binding around her chest, securing her breasts. Her long brown hair sat braided behind her back, tied with strips of dark leather giving her hair a multi-layered color. She stepped closer, throwing a combination of rapid punches in the short distance. Jacob deftly evaded each one, throwing a high kick aimed for her head. The woman dashed in and threw him off balance. She charged forward, tossing him to the ground and laid multiple punches to his chest before rolling away.
"Do you know what you did wrong?" she asked, standing up.
"Allowed you to close the distance," he groaned, picking himself up out of the sand.
"Precisely," she nodded, extending her arm to help him; she opened her hand and clasped it firmly on his forearm, pulling him. "Use your height, control the distance between you and your opponent."
He nodded, resuming his fighting stance as the sand began to fall off his body back to the floor.
"Good, now try again."
She rushed forwards, intending to close the distance between them first. Instead of engaging, he side-stepped away, grinning as he watched her dash past where he was just standing. She stumbled, smiling slightly to herself before turning to face him again, fists curled and arms raised. She didn't rush in this time, instead keeping pace and circling him. Occasionally, Jacob would lash out with a kick, pushing her farther and farther away. She watched and waited in silence, biding her time till he lashed out again. Moving quickly and scattering sand, she dashed inside, hitting him on the inside of his outstretched leg before knocking his planted foot out from underneath him. The two rolled to the side with the woman coming out on top, with her arm across his throat.
"Hello, Al'Faar," he replied with a sigh, recognizing the woman.
"Have you lost your ability to fight along with your mind?" she asked, her longer braided hair spilling down into his face.
"I thought I was doing ok," he chuckled, looking around. "All things considered."
"Do you forget who taught you how to fight?" she asked, smocking the baton against his head; a resounding crack echoed throughout the room.
In response, he thrust his hips up, causing her to fall off balance. Jacob continued his momentum, flipping her up and over onto her back, stripping the baton from her hand. He secured her arms under his left hand and right knee with the baton under her chin now.
"That's better," she laughed, smiling openly up at him. "Now get off me."
Jacob grinned, collapsing the baton down before rocking back to his heels and standing up. He reached down and offered her a hand up. She reached up, grabbed hold of his wrist and locked her legs around his torso. With a twist, she had him back on the ground, sitting directly on his abdomen, her hands shot up and latched on her shoulders.
"Why haven't you returned yet?" she asked, slamming his shoulders to the floor. "The mission was complete."
"I have another mission yet," he told her, sighing and looking away from her face. "There is more I must do."
"I do not understand," she replied, going to stand up.
As she did so, she reached down, helping him up, pulling him to his feet. He hesitated, contemplating knocking her down as he turned away from her and headed for his weapons table. He picked up the almost worn out article from the table, turning to hand it to her. She snatched it up from his grasp, the paper threatening to rip as she read the first sentence.
"She is alive," she commented, making a disgruntled scowling sound as she tossed the paper back onto the table. "What is the problem?"
"She's hospitalized," he grunted, gently picking up the paper and carefully folding it. "I could have done something to prevent it."
"You could have done nothing," she laughed grimly. "You were raw, untrained, it would not have helped."
"She is still dear to me," he shot back, slamming his hands palm down on the table, making his weapons rattle.
"Was that so in Bialya?" she asked, undoing the fasteners on her jacket. "Was it so when you were inside me?"
"That…" he started, shaking his head. "Was a long time ago."
"Months," she corrected dropping the jacket to the floor, revealing white wrapping on her chest. "Months ago you were with me, we were a team, we were…more. You saved my life."
"It was different," he insisted, refusing to look at her as she undid the bindings around her chest, her bare breasts free, her braid now trailing over her shoulder and falling between them.
"There was no doubt," she went on, ignoring him and untying the leather cords that held her pants. "It was me, it was you."
He shook his head, still refusing to look at her, hands now forming fists on the table in front of him.
"It was real," she continued, flinging her pants to the side before sashaying over to him, hands running over his skin before drifting to his belt line. "It was as real as it is right now."
She slipped her small hands beneath his belt, grabbing firmly to his hardening cock. He let out a groan, closing his eyes and attempting to fight the rising heat.
"I will never forget," she went on, slowly stroking his growing length with one hand while her other manipulated the head. "Your hands shooting out of that window, catching me as I fell from that tower. The soar in my chest, the torrent in-between my legs. You never faltered, you never let go."
She stopped, hands freeing themselves before tearing at his belt, throwing it to the side before untying his fasteners and dropping his pants. His cock sprang free, full throbbing length now in her control.
She wrapped both her small hands around his length, squeezing firmly from behind his back.
"Now I have you in my grasp," she whispered seductively. "I will not falter, I will not let go."
She began stroking his cock, both hands gliding up and down his length, gaining an increasing groan from him on each stroke. Faster and faster she went, eventually dropping one hand to his balls and squeezing them in time with each stroke. His breath began to quicken the faster she went, his groans growing louder and louder. Thinking he was about to cum, she stopped, releasing him and standing up. Spinning him around, she slapped him across his face, hesitating for a minute before tearing at the fasteners on his jacket. She undid them all, tossing it to the floor before jumping and throwing her weight against him. He fell back against the table as she impaled herself on his manhood. She grunted, rocking her hips and grinding her clit against him, his entire cock deep inside her. Keeping him off balance, she rested her feet on the table and used him to pleasure herself. The heat rose between the two like an inferno, all thought of anything but her, gone from his mind. He found his foot, pushing off from the table and maneuvering towards a wall. Slamming both inside her and her to the wall, she let out a scream, clawing at his back. He could feel her clenching around him insider her, refusing to let go.
She held firm to him, shaking and rocking her hips into him till she found her first orgasm. With an animalistic scream, she soaked his cock, her juices dripping down his body. Her body shook and writhed, her chest rising and falling erratically. She pushed away, showing herself off of him, his cock standing still hard, and spun him against the wall. She grabbed him by the balls, squeezing firmly before standing on her tiptoes and whispering in his ear.
"Come home and I will give you everything."
She didn't bother waiting for a response, instead, she knelt down and started licking up and down his cock, slowing when she reached the head and flicking her tongue rapidly over it. She watched in delight as he twitched, feeling his pulse start to throb its way down to the tip. Flicking her tongue one last time, she opened wide and slowly worked her way down, running her tongue gently down the underside of his pulsating member. He groaned in pleasure, legs twitching and threatening to give out. She reached the end, cock halfway down her throat and stuck her tongue out, flicking it against his balls. His breath quickened even more, words beginning to spew from his mouth underneath his breath. She gagged, quickly withdrawing his cock from her mouth before gasping for air. After a second of heavy breathing, she viciously attacked his cock, hands twisting in opposing directions as she slurped her way up and down. In no time, she had him on the verge of climax. Forcing his cock down once more, she felt him release. Quickly withdrawing again, she let him spray cum all over her face in large warm globs.
He collapsed to the ground, legs officially giving out as she looked up into his eyes.
"Has she ever done this for you?" she asked, lifting a finger to her face and collecting the globs of cum before licking every drop off. She wiped the same finger across her face again, sticking it into her mouth and over zealously sucking it dry.
"She will never do the things I would for you," she whispered seductively, bending over and kissing the head of his cock, causing it to twitch again.
"Come home," she pleaded again, leaning close to his face and looking him directly in the eyes. "And I will let you have my ass."
Jacob audibly gulped, eyes rolling into his head before passing out.
Hope everyone enjoyed this new chapter, things are moving progressively faster and im actually a few chapters ahead of what im posting again. Remember to drop a review after you read, the constructive critism helps out. cheers.