Hell's Angel: Devil's Backbone (BK 2)

Balls

Dani's POV
(Nightwing27th)

After Alison headed downstairs, we'd gotten Matt out of his costume and set up on the couch. Foggy stepped back, finally calming down. He looked around Alison's apartment, really seeing the mess for the first time. But right before he could say something, Matt woke up. He finally was lucid, and seemed semi normal. His short term memory kind of stunk, but for the most part he was okay.

He told us what happened at the hospital. Foggy just became enraged. The whole time Matt was talking, I was watching Foggy's concern for his friend turn to anger. I just wasn't sure what about. Until he opened his big mouth. "You got shot in the head," Foggy stated. "You're lucky you're not in the morgue."

"It was just a dumb mistake," Matt said.

"What?"

"The gun on his ankle, I...I should've heard it, you know. I should've felt it."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, but he's fast, this guy, Foggy. He's trained."

"He's a lunatic, Matt," Foggy said. "I went to the hospital, I saw what he did." Then Foggy turned to me. "And what about here? Care to explain to me what happened here, Danielle? What was so important that you weren't out there with him like you should've been."

"Foggy-" Matt sighed.

"No! I wanna know. I thought you two were a team."

"Foggy, I told you-" I said, or tried too.

"No, you didn't! You gave me the whole 'I had a rough night, I got shot' speech," he said. "But you didn't tell me about this," he stretched out his arm across the room.

Matt sat up more, looking my way. He was suddenly concerned and on alert. He knows we're at Alison's, but I doubt he's taken the time to actually 'look' around for himself. Had he, he would've smelled the blood. Mine and my attacker's. "You got shot?" he asked. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I brushed it off real quick and then turned to Foggy. "I had every intention of going out there, last night. I was going to get Chase, take him to my house, and then be on my way."

"So what stopped you?" Foggy asked. I clenched my fists at my side, wanting to slap him. "Someone broke in to Alison's apartment," I said. "Crawled in through that window," I pointed. "The Idiot attacked me, first. Wouldn't say who he was or what he wanted. All I knew is that it was going to be me or him. And, it made matters worse that Chase was here! I didn't want him to see any of that. But," I shrugged, "like I had a choice. I was on my own, too, Foggy. Fighting some guy twice my size with nothing but kitchen knives at my disposal."

"Then how'd you get shot?" Foggy said, somewhat disbelieving.

"Really? The guy had a gun tucked in his belt, you moron. After he threw me across the room-" I shouted to add emphasis. But really I was just trying to prove a point to Foggy. "-like I was nothing, he pulled out his gun! Chase, of course watching, found the cross bow I'd given him and was able to get it to me. I shot him just as he shot me." I got close to Foggy, lowering my voice. "I slid to the ground, a hole in my shoulder, and a boy at my side who was on the verge of tears wondering what on earth was happening in his living room."

I took a step back. "I didn't have a chance to stop and call someone with an ETA. I'll tell you what, Foggy...you get yourself in that kind of a situation and then tell me how you decided to react. That whole thing last night was bad enough as it was...and then, I wake up and find out that the hospital was attacked and that Alison was shot. And then I've got you banging on the door telling me Matt's missing. This whole thing is one bad dream I want to wake up from."