Below The Surface - A Lackadaisy Fanfiction

Hit and Run

Between the cackling, gunshots and screeching of tires, it was an utter disaster.

"Why did this have to happen?!" Freckle yelled over the loud noises. Serafine was hanging out the passenger door, shooting at the reckless drivers in front of her. Nico turned roughly to the right, and the four in the backseat of the car gripped on tightly.

"This is ridiculous , we shouldn't be partaking in such shenanigans when we have other, much more important things to—" Mordecai was silenced by screaming and swerving. "—do..."

"C'mon, it's the thrill of the chase! You don't enjoy it?" Rocky asked.

"No." Mordecai scowled.

"How 'bout you step in, chér! Show us what you got wit' de gun you have~" Serafine told him.

"What you're doing is practically suicide, Serafine." Mordecai deadpanned.

"Well, you gotta make your life worth livin', y'know?" Serafine reloaded her Bourdreax. "Now c'mon Peekon! Show us your shooting skills!"

Mordecai rolled his eyes at her comment. He gripped the handle of his gun. "Not at this moment."

"Now or never, Ole Serious Face!" Rocky then began to rummage through under the seats.

"No, no, no, no," Freckle waved his hands profusely, seeing Rocky pull out the violin case with Freckle's gun within it.

"Yes, yes, yes! C'mon, Torpedo Boy!" Rocky encouraged.

"Oh lord. " Mordecai whispered, eyes widening. "Remind me to stay out of your way, Freckle."

"You don' like how he plays, chér?" Serafine giggled, sliding back into the car.

"No!" Mordecai exclaimed.

"How about an encore to the previous symphony?~" Rocky grinned maniacally at Freckle.

"NO!" Freckle and Mordecai yelled.

"Yes!" Rocky exclaimed, thrusting the gun into Freckle's hands. Freckle's pupils slit, and he hissed slightly, the corners of his mouth twitching into a sneer.

"Well, I suppose I'm going to step back and away from... this. " Mordecai pressed his back against the car door as Freckle crawled across to the other side of the car, hanging out from the window and Curitiba violently, his laughter becoming maniacal.

"What the hell is dis child doin'?!" Serafine stole a glance.

"Doin' our job like he's one of us!" Nico stepped on the gas pedal more, the car rushing towards the enemy vehicle. Mordecai cocked his revolver, and the world silenced around him as ticking cogs filled his mind. His eyes narrowed as he focused, kneeling on the seat and leaning to the side, getting a better angle. His left hand held his gun, and he stabilized himself, pulling the trigger and shooting through the other car's window, hitting the woman driving the car straight in the head.

"Damn! Nice one, Peekon!" Serafine gaped.

"It's merely work ethic—" He then gripped onto the seats, his claws digging into the cushion as the car swerved from the tire being shot. He gripped his gun once more, and he growled a bit. The car jerked to a stop. "—oh, hell. " He growled out, then got out of the car. He loaded his gun violently and furiously, aiming and firing. He shot another bullet, but the car had driven away without turning around. Mordecai's tail flicked in pure annoyance and anger, scowling. "Damnit... damnit! "

"Well...that's an awful turn of events." Rocky looked at the tire. He quickly got out of the car, rushing next to Mordecai who was in the street. "Mordecai, hey, we need you to calm down...take a deep breath." His hand reached for Mordecai's arm.