Ideas and drabbles

MISSION IMPOSSIBLE BUT NOTTTTTT

Now I can add the chapter warnings lol

TW- Slight blood and slight, somewhat censored swearing lol

"Alrighty, I'm gonna go grab something from the car. I'll be right back, kay?" Her mother asked, waiting for an answer.

She nods, giving a smile as she eats her ice cream at the bench. "Okie dokie." 

As she sits there in silence, enjoying the food in front of her, she can't help but keep on looking up. She knew she was most likely being paranoid, but as a jumpy 14-year-old girl in America, she couldn't help it. 

The maybe thirty-year-old man sitting on the opened bed of his truck at the gas station seemed too close for comfort. He wasn't doing anything, not even eating any food. Just staring around, looking at the people and things around him.

She nervously twitches her fingers, looking around. Why was her mom taking so long? She knew that things would almost definitely be fine and that she was completely safe, but the creeping feeling of dread was hard to ignore.

That feeling quickly grew larger as the man got up from where he was, making his way over to the food truck that they were at. She tries to force herself to relax, to convince herself she's safe.

SKIP

She clenches the keys in her hands, eyeing the man as he converses with her. If he dared make a move, she had already planned out an escape plan. Not that he would. He was still a normal, perfectly safe human being.

That is until he looks around momentarily and tries to grab her by her left arm.

Gotcha.

Immediately her profile changes. 

The moment his hands try to grasp her arms and pull her, she drags her body down with a strong force, pulling him slightly down with her. She hits the lock button on the car keys, but instead of the sound of a car beeping and locking, the key itself retracts and is replaced with a small, sharp metal. Swinging her right hand that held the now weapon, she lodged it into his arm. 

He lets out a sound of pain but doesn't let go. She's not done yet, either.

Him, trying to pin her down. 

Her, rolling onto her back and dragging him with her as she lifts her legs, kicking him in the torso. Continuing with that momentum, she vaults him over her as his grip finally relents, sending him into the picnic bench. 

She stands up, quickly placing her boot on top of his chest, keeping him to the ground. She shoves the heel of it deeply into his chest, clicking a button that made metal coils spring out, wrapping around him. He coughs, a look of wide fear on his face.

Glaring at him, she places a hand to her ear as she speaks into her comm. "We got him."

The man exits from the food truck, holding handcuffs as her 'mother' jogs over, keeping a stun gun in hand just in case.

Sallair tightly shoves her foot down again, enacting another button that releases the boot from the coils but keeps them tightly around the man. She sneers as he coughs, her whole demeanor different from how it was two minutes ago. Stepping away from him for a second, she takes the handcuffs from Jarin, giving a nod. 

Turning back to the man, she kicks him over without any sympathy, barely keeping her disgust in check as he begs for mercy.  Grabbing his hands roughly, she places the handcuffs on him before grabbing him by his collar. The metal coils around him retract, forming a tight disk that seemed impossibly small to have been what kept him contained. She placed the object in the folds of her jacket, right above where her gun was kept. She scoffs at his groans of pain and whimpers as she hauls him up, deciding that she's been needing a release from all her anger after all.