I'm Giving You A Nightcall [alycia/you]

Ch. 2 _ Kick Names and Take Ass

I moved silently and quickly. Walking at just a few paces behind the men along the shadowed street; taking cover under the broken street lamps.They had made their way just behind the brunette. The one with the greasy black hair grabbed her shoulder, but she must have been ready. In a feeble effort to defend herself, she swung around to strike the man in the face. She landed her fist into the right side of him. From the looks on their faces it appeared as if this action barely had any effect. The bald headed man who easily towered above her, wrapped his thick tattooed arms around her and lifted her off the ground. She let out a muffled scream just as one of his meaty hands came to clasp over her mouth.

She must have bit his hand, as he let out a curse in a harsh breath. The bearded man brought a cloth out of his back pocket and grabbed brunettes arm; just as the bald headed man readjusted his hold on her. I could see even in the pitched lighting that her green eyes were wide with terror as tears streamed down her face.

It took me less than a second to appear behind the bearded man. In a rapid motion I grabbed his forearm, and with a twist threw him into the empty street beside us. A sense of satisfaction overcoming me when I heard the 'pop' of his shoulder coming out of socket from my grip on his arm; and then the sickly thud of his head hitting the concrete.

The bald man loosened his grip at the commutation, and the two turned towards me. The thin-greasy haired man, looked over to his friend motionless on the street before facing me again with an utterly shocked expression. I simply raised a brow at them, as I crossed my arms over my chest. "If you two are waiting for an introduction, you're not going to get one."

Greasy-hair pulled out a knife and swung towards me. I easily caught his wrist, and turned it upwards before pushing his hand forcefully inwards until the bone snapped. He let out a guttural scream just before I placed a hand on the back of his head. At the same time I lowered his face, I brought my knee upwards to slam into him. Blood spurted out and onto his lips, as he collapsed onto the cold ground; clinching his now broken jaw with both hands.

I was at this time, the bald man had apparently foregone holding the brunette and took to pulling out a handgun. He aimed the glock right at me before pulling the trigger. I noticed at just the right moment, and maneuvered to the side just as the bullet flew out and burned against my right shoulder. Letting out a hiss of frustration, I turned and snatched the weapon out of his hand. Pointing it now at him, before moving it down to his leg. I shot once, twice. He let out a screech of agony, falling down and attempting to suppress the bleeding from the wounds on his leg. I withdrew the glock before bringing the gun to slam into the side of his head. The bald headed man fell into a heap.

I look up to see the brunette on the ground, her eyes staring at the mess that now added to the litter of Seattle's streets. My gaze remained on her form, as I tossed the gun into a storm drain across the street. I heard it fall in, and rattle on the ground. The greasy-haired man still whimpered, as he curled in on himself. The bald headed man was out cold, but still had a heartbeat; while the bearded man lying in the street was already turning cold.

I moved forward slowly towards the brunette. Her eyes shot up as I paused in front of her. I offered her my hand, half expecting her not to take it and to run down the streets crying bloody murder. She hesitantly grasped my extended hand and stood on shaky legs. She immediately wrapped her arms around herself and let out a sob. She wobbled back and forth unsteadily, and I stood close to her; ready for her to fall if her body willed it. I quickly reach down to pick up her leather tote. Her green eyes held a dull appearance, and her pupils were extremely dilated.