SOCIOPATH | Five Hargreeves

VI •~-~• "GSW"

S1E2 - RUN BOY RUN

FIVE BLINKED THEM into Gimbel Brothers, and let go of Angel's arm. Bile immediately shot up her throat, earning him a slap on the arm, and her, an offended look. Five had dragged her here for something important, so he claimed. After their conversation in the taxi, Angel couldn't look at her brother the same - to say she was...  relieved would be an overstatement. Five looked around the room and grabbed a flashlight from a display case before heading in a random direction. Angel grabbed one for herself and followed behind him, curious as to why there were in a department store, even more, confused as to why the women's section. She continued to follow him, however, but bumped into his back as he stopped in the middle of the aisle. She moved to the side and trailed her eyes along Five's flashlight beam, landing on a display of mannequins.

"Delores," he muttered.

She glanced at him, watching him stare lovingly as he slowly walked up to the display.

"It's good to see you," he paused. "I've missed you, obviously."

Did he bang a mannequin? What a creep.

"Well, it's been a rough couple of days," he nodded.

Angel shook her head, moving the flashlight to see their surroundings. She stopped when she landed on two mannequins, who weren't on a display, but sitting in the middle of the aisle. They had on suits and animal masks, which wasn't the weirdest thing she's seen all day. She furrowed her brows and slowly moved forward. Unfortunately for her, they weren't mannequins, and she realized this when they revealed shotguns from behind their backs.

"No!" Five screamed and lunged forward, pushing Angel underneath a clothing rack.

Five blinked away again as Angel winced in pain. She glanced around frantically, realizing one of the shooters walking her way. She rolled underneath the clothes just as the person stepped around the corner. She bit her lip to keep from wincing when they kicked the rack into her side. She rolled again, but cause the rack to let out a creak. Shots ripped through the clothes and landed beside her, giving her enough momentum to get up and run. The footsteps behind her increased speed when she did but came to a stop when she ducked underneath a rack of pants. She panted and tried to catch her breath. 

Shots whizzed past her head, to which she ducked and crawled away. After encircling a rack, she stood and ran, looking behind her to see the dog-headed asshole searching through the rack. She bumped into a brick wall, slamming into it with a force hard enough to knock her back down. She looked up, and the bunny-eared freak stared down at her, pointing their gun. She sucked in a breath and pushed her hand forward, sending a gust of wind punching its way into its gut and throwing them back toward a display case. The dog-headed asshole stomped its way toward her, but she stood and crouched toward the sporting goods. 

She watched the doghead as it searched for clues as to why its companion flew away. Angel reached for a 44-inch baseball bat, picked it up, and gave it a few test swings. She watched as the dog spun in confusion for some type of enemy. She snuck back, letting a cough roll from her throat. The dog twirled around to a little girl in a school uniform. She gave him a small smile, before swinging her bat and hitting him right in the kneecap. He let out a yelp, and she dropped her weapon, bolting from the commotion. She ran like her life was on the line, but it was. A hand tugged on her arm, pulling her beneath a rack of clothes. She jerked away before rolling a punch with all of her strength.

Five blocked it with his hand, "Come on! Good thinking by the way,"

Five spatial jumped them away as shots followed them. Angel followed behind him, dodging the bullets as they flew at her. Five tried to spatial jump again but realized he couldn't. She peeked her head over and watched as the two shooters inched their way closer. Angel huffed and pulled on Five's arm, bolting and jumping over a peg wall, dodging bullets by a hair. She hunched over the counter in pain, grimacing when she was blinded by a light.