[CENTER][FONT=Verdana][COLOR=SlateGray][B]December 19, 2007 10:07 pm
The Local Bar
Los Angeles, California[/B][/COLOR][/FONT][/CENTER]
[COLOR=SeaGreen]Deirdre was sitting at her usual table, her shoulders completely bandaged.
?Did you get in a fight?? Fayt Baltaren walked in and sat directly across from her.
?Not this time. Just a nasty fall.? she said. She kept one hand on her drink, not even looking up at him.
Fayt was probably her only friend. If you would even call him that. She trusted him, and she didn?t have to feel uncomfortable whenever he was around. But she wasn?t friendly toward him. She could not understand why he would stick his neck out just to keep her company. But she was thankful that at least he was understanding of her.
?Nasty fall? What kind of fall?? he asked with a laugh.
?The kind that busts up your shoulder, you moron.? she said.
?Whoa, no need for the insults. I?m sure it was one hell of a fight.?
?I crashed my bike, and ran into an alley wall.? she said as she took another drink.
?Are you serious?? And you only came out with a busted shoulder? You?re damn lucky, you know that??
She smiled for a second as the words rang in her ears. [I]Lucky. Hmph if he only knew? [/I]
He looked at her smile, and rather than be thankful for seeing her smile, he just got uncomfortable. ?Uh, hey don?t do that? you?re starting to creep me out.? he said.
She looked up and laughed a little as she sat up. ?So are you getting a drink, or what??
?I can?t, I?ve got to be going. But I needed to talk to you about something I heard. Talk is going around that your going after the guy in the Grey Trench Coat.?
?That?s right.? she said as she took another sip.
?Well maybe you shouldn?t.? he said seriously as he leaned back in his chair.
?Are you kidding me?? she said as she looked at him. ?Don?t tell me you?re worried about my safety.? she said sarcastically.
?On the contrary. I worry about [I]his[/I] safety. And that?s why I don?t want you going after him.?
?You?re insane.? she said with a laugh.
?He?s a good guy. Just let him walk, Deirdre.?
?Sorry can?t do that. I don?t give up my prey to other hunters.? she said as she stood up.
?Deirdre, he?s saved countless of people, and has been labeled a criminal. Can?t you-"
?A vigilante is a criminal who doesn?t feel the need to adhere to the laws.?
?Give me a break, Dei, you have never given a damn about justice.? he said staring at her.
?Maybe not, but I hate people who can?t seem to save the people within the means of the guidelines.?
He stood up and looked at her straight in the eye. ?I?m betting on the fact that you can give a damn about that too. What?s the real reason here, Deirdre.?
She stared at him and grabbed her jacket. ?I won?t give up my prey. Let him answer for his crimes. If he truly is the hero you say he is, then the authorities will find that out for themselves. As for me, I can really just give a damn about everything.? She walked out of the bar and walked down the streets. He looked on and shook his head.
?Women.? he said and sat back down.
She kept walking, not feeling the cold wind whip around her. She had no destination. She smiled. The only reason she would not give up this man, was because that was all she was good for. That was all she wanted. To put small goals ahead of her, that would get her by everyday, without feeling lost without a purpose. She was lost. But she never looked back on the decision she made. She could have a life if she wanted to. But what good is a life where you hate yourself with every fiber of your [I]own[/I] body?
Deirdre waited until dark. She looked at her watch and it was a half past 1 in the morning. She knew she'd come across him sooner or later.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a man struggling with a monstrous looking person. Not understanding what was going on, she waited and watched as this man fought this beast. Suddenly, he swerved out of the way and shot the monster in the chest point blank. He was standing over the broken looking body, almost sorrowfully.
She walked over and pulled out her gun. "STOP!" she said to the man. He turned around slowly, and she saw the distinctive scar on his eye. He was the man she was looking for.
"Now that you've had your fun, I'm taking you in." she said as she raised her gun to his head.
He stared at her and shook his head. ?You assume too much.? he said as he leaned against the wall.
She shrugged with her gun still pointed at his head. ?I don?t exactly think that fits my description, but you?re entitled to your opinions. Now MOVE.? she said motioning for him to put his hands over his head.
?May I see a badge?? he said.
?I don?t work on Police hours, jack.? she said evenly.
?Then how do I know I?ll be going in for questioning? No badge, no arrest.? he said with his arms folded across his chest.
?Fine.? she said as she shot three bullets. He ducked before the bullets made their mark. Three holes were in the wall where his head was a split second earlier. He rolled behind the alley. She reloaded her gun as she ran after him.
?Bastard, get back here.? she said.
?Do you really think I?d comply?? he said with a hint of laughter.
?I'll wipe that damn smile off your face!!!" she said as she jumped on the trash can and climbed her way up the roof. When she got there, she saw him running across another alley way. She pulled out a small grenade and threw it in the middle of the alley. The explosion rocked the man backward, and she jumped from the roof to the ground with ease. Before the smoke cleared, he threw a trash lid at her, sending her against the wall. The lid had hit her shoulder, reopening a few of her wounds. She screamed in pain and got back on her feet. She ran with her gun out, shooting after him until she cornered him in the alley way.
?This is your last chance bastard, I?m not going to repeat myself. I?ll take you dead or alive. Either way, I get paid.? she said.
He turned around, and there was absolutely [B]no[/B] fear in his eyes.
She ran at him, and the blades opened from her sleeves. She tried to stab him, but he moved and grabbed her right arm and blocked the left. He kicked her against the wall, and she kicked back off and jabbed him in the arm. He didn?t even flinch at the stab, instead he grabbed her neck and pushed her into the wall once more. He was trying to find a way out, but she was determined to kill him right then and there? or die trying
She prayed for the latter.
She hated living, and wanted to end it all. But her stubborn nature wouldn?t allow it. She hated being weak? and suicide, in her opinion, was weak. Dying like this would be worth the wait.
Suddenly, her heart heaved, and she felt her body shake as she fought this man. Her anger was making her lose her balance, and the chill was catching her off guard. Suddenly, she couldn?t fight anymore, and with the open space to move, the man threw her backwards, and her arms flailed, making her own dagger bury itself into her chest. She dropped to her knees as the pain from the wound, and the memories started replaying themselves? her childhood of lost memories, ones long forgotten, and ones she never wanted to relive. The children, her foster parent, her homeliness, and the rape that ended it all for her nine years ago. She remembered dying that night, and how the pain hurt her? and yet she was forced to keep on living? the pain circled within her, and she looked back up at the man. She only hoped her own dagger made it?s final mark.
?Thank you?? was all she said before everything went black.[/COLOR]