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badassbooksnakeThere had been eight of them. Four in the car, two behind, two flanking.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck - "
Naomi Hunter hissed. Her glasses were broken. She wondered when that had happened.
The car had ended up against a tree, with four dead bodies inside, and three out of the four who'd attacked them were dead too, but the eighth -
She heard the police sirens, and groaned. The police were practically right on top of them, there was no way any cleanup team could come on time...
"Angie. Hey, Angelica!"
Her classmate gave her a wild-eyed look.
"W-What?"
"Go."
She pointed toward where the police sirens were coming from, and mimed opening her blouse.
"...What?"
"Go!"
Oh, come on, pretty little Angie was the best choice for this, anybody could see that - There was a reason she almost always got good grades in the Charm classes, after all. Unlike Naomi herself, with her thick glasses and buck teeth and freckles.
"O-Oh. Right."
Angie nodded, some of the wildness leaving her eyes. She unbuttoned her blouse down to the third button, reapplied her lipstick, and went to bamboozle - ahh, excuse her, talk with - the police.
Alright, so the next thing to do was -
"How's Malcolm?"
"...Alive." Keith said briskly, trying to hold him up by a hand on his arm.
Malcolm was shuddering like a leaf but yes, he was very much alive, Naomi was relived to note. Good, that was one thing that hadn't gone wrong, at the very least.
"Fritz, Keith, we have to move James. Somehow."
James' eyes were blank and unseeing, but he was holding on to the gun with an unwavering grip, leaning against the car, softly panting. Fuck, so much blood.
And they had to move him now.
"James. James. It's over. You can let go of the gun now, James."
He had moved so damn quickly. She replayed the scene in her mind, and realized that yes, James had started moving before the kidnappers - if that was really what they were - had even begun to move in their direction.
Five downed by six shots, and one with a knife. The seventh had been taken out by Keith, she thought, but she couldn't be sure - It could have been Fritz.
And that meant that one was left, but she didn't think that that one would be back anytime soon. Which meant that yes, they had to move James.
Right now.
"James."
And that was when Malcolm pulled himself out of Keith's grasp, and went on his hands and knees while the rest of them stared at him.
"James. It's all right. We have to go now. - Let go of the gun, James."
"...David?"
".......No, it's Malcolm, sorry. But we have to go."
James sighed, and seemed to sag as Malcolm came close, and with an arm around him, took his gun away. Naomi nearly started laughing hysterically - What had just happened??
Oh, never mind, it wasn't like any of them could afford to look a gift horse in the mouth, after all.
"Come on, everybody, we have to go! Move it, move it - "
She had to call the school. And Dr Clark, too.
But first, they had to get James - and Keith and Fritz, too, of course - out of there.
"Somebody tried to kidnap Malcolm Strasserman? Well, shit."
The man sighed.
"Well, we're assuming it was an kidnapping attempt - There wasn't much left after 'James Mordecai' went after them like a fucking buzz saw, after all. And anyway - "
Naomi sighed. Damn those idiots who had nothing better to do then spread rumors.
"James. James. Hurry up and get better, all right? I can't handle all the stupid idiots alone."
Broken ribs and a hairline fracture in his gun arm. Bruises all over.
"He looks like shit." Angie muttered over her shoulder.
"Yeah." And that was Keith and Fritz. Naomi sighed - Really, some people...
"Is everything all right?"
"I think so." Keith muttered, while Fritz nodded.
"They're - squaring things off with the police, now. Dr Clark is going to come over later, I think."
"Good." Naomi muttered, and took a sip of her tea.
Notes : The characters are James, Original!Naomi, and various OCs. And yes, the Uni James go to is an interesting place.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck - "
Naomi Hunter hissed. Her glasses were broken. She wondered when that had happened.
The car had ended up against a tree, with four dead bodies inside, and three out of the four who'd attacked them were dead too, but the eighth -
She heard the police sirens, and groaned. The police were practically right on top of them, there was no way any cleanup team could come on time...
"Angie. Hey, Angelica!"
Her classmate gave her a wild-eyed look.
"W-What?"
"Go."
She pointed toward where the police sirens were coming from, and mimed opening her blouse.
"...What?"
"Go!"
Oh, come on, pretty little Angie was the best choice for this, anybody could see that - There was a reason she almost always got good grades in the Charm classes, after all. Unlike Naomi herself, with her thick glasses and buck teeth and freckles.
"O-Oh. Right."
Angie nodded, some of the wildness leaving her eyes. She unbuttoned her blouse down to the third button, reapplied her lipstick, and went to bamboozle - ahh, excuse her, talk with - the police.
Alright, so the next thing to do was -
"How's Malcolm?"
"...Alive." Keith said briskly, trying to hold him up by a hand on his arm.
Malcolm was shuddering like a leaf but yes, he was very much alive, Naomi was relived to note. Good, that was one thing that hadn't gone wrong, at the very least.
"Fritz, Keith, we have to move James. Somehow."
James' eyes were blank and unseeing, but he was holding on to the gun with an unwavering grip, leaning against the car, softly panting. Fuck, so much blood.
And they had to move him now.
"James. James. It's over. You can let go of the gun now, James."
He had moved so damn quickly. She replayed the scene in her mind, and realized that yes, James had started moving before the kidnappers - if that was really what they were - had even begun to move in their direction.
Five downed by six shots, and one with a knife. The seventh had been taken out by Keith, she thought, but she couldn't be sure - It could have been Fritz.
And that meant that one was left, but she didn't think that that one would be back anytime soon. Which meant that yes, they had to move James.
Right now.
"James."
And that was when Malcolm pulled himself out of Keith's grasp, and went on his hands and knees while the rest of them stared at him.
"James. It's all right. We have to go now. - Let go of the gun, James."
"...David?"
".......No, it's Malcolm, sorry. But we have to go."
James sighed, and seemed to sag as Malcolm came close, and with an arm around him, took his gun away. Naomi nearly started laughing hysterically - What had just happened??
Oh, never mind, it wasn't like any of them could afford to look a gift horse in the mouth, after all.
"Come on, everybody, we have to go! Move it, move it - "
She had to call the school. And Dr Clark, too.
But first, they had to get James - and Keith and Fritz, too, of course - out of there.
"Somebody tried to kidnap Malcolm Strasserman? Well, shit."
The man sighed.
"Well, we're assuming it was an kidnapping attempt - There wasn't much left after 'James Mordecai' went after them like a fucking buzz saw, after all. And anyway - "
Naomi sighed. Damn those idiots who had nothing better to do then spread rumors.
"James. James. Hurry up and get better, all right? I can't handle all the stupid idiots alone."
Broken ribs and a hairline fracture in his gun arm. Bruises all over.
"He looks like shit." Angie muttered over her shoulder.
"Yeah." And that was Keith and Fritz. Naomi sighed - Really, some people...
"Is everything all right?"
"I think so." Keith muttered, while Fritz nodded.
"They're - squaring things off with the police, now. Dr Clark is going to come over later, I think."
"Good." Naomi muttered, and took a sip of her tea.
Notes : The characters are James, Original!Naomi, and various OCs. And yes, the Uni James go to is an interesting place.
