Rule - Sweet Pea (1)

I call shotgun

Rule took one last drag from her cigarette, tossing in on the ground and crushing it with her heel as she slowly exhaled the smoke from her nostrils like a dragon. Sweet Pea looks at Rule with a mildly impressed gaze, switching to his usual glare when he sees her looking. A small snort escapes the girl, standing up from her spot on the cement step in front of her trailer. She pauses halfway inside after realizing he isn't following her, motioning to come in. "Get your ass in here. Malachi's gonna come looking for you and it's better for there to be two of us." Rule tells him impatiently. Sweet Pea rolls his eyes at her but enters none the less, surprising her by respectively kicking his shoes off so he doesn't get dirt all over the floor. She hands him the tv remote, internally thanking Jughead for setting it up, and tells him to watch what he wants while she grabs something. Walking into the bathroom connected to her bedroom, Rule grabs the large first aid kit stored under the sink since she always got into fights. She hoisted it to the living room where Sweet Pea was resting on the couch, his foot resting on his knee in that sexy thing guys do. Shaking her head slightly, she cleared her head of inappropriate thoughts and sat cross legged next to him. Opening the kit, she pulled out everything she would need to clean up Sweet Peas wounds.

Rule reaches out and grabs his right hand without asking, sitting it on her left thigh. Sweet pea scrunches his brow and starts to pull away but Rule's grip on his hand is too tight. "What're you doing?" He demands as she gently dabs his cut knuckles with some peroxide to clean the wounds. "What's it look like genius? I'm repaying you." She says the last part in a low voice, slightly embarrassed she even needed help earlier. Normally she wouldn't have, but the shock of seeing Malachai after so long got a hold of her. Sweet Pea stays silent, continuing to watch what Rule now realizes is Dr.Phil. She gives a small hum of approval while wrapping up his hand, scooting until she's almost on top of him so she can reach his face. Rule was quite a few inches shorter than Sweet Pea, forcing her to rest on her knees. His eyes go a little wide at the distance between them, gorgeous green eyes flickering all over her as she softly cleans the cut on his left eyebrow. At first, Rule hesitates on whether or not to clean the one on his lip but decides to go ahead and do it. Sweet Pea almost shivers at the tenderness of her touch, his eyes flickering down to Rule plump parted red lips. Her hands ache to run themselves through his black locks and caress his cheek, the sudden desire scaring her as she finishes cleaning him up and quickly puts the kit back.

A rustle is heard outside her window, making Rule go deadly silent as she opens her closet. She unlocks the gun safe holding all of her weapons and pulled out a few things; a pair of black brass knuckles she got for her fourteenth birthday, another pair that belonged to her dad for Sweet Pea, a twelve gage shotgun that used to belong to her father, the small turquoise pistol she carried on her most of the time, and lastly her mother's dagger. She had given the turquoise and silver object to Rule on her sixteenth birthday, and Rule always carried it in her boot or purse. Rushing back into the living room, she was met with a confused and wide eyed Sweet Pea as he watched the guns. Rule pressed a finger to her lips, handing him the shotgun and extra brass knuckles. Sweet Pea cocked the shotgun, pushing Rule behind him protectively and unlocking the front door as quietly as possible. Rule mouths a quick countdown and points the gun in front of her. Just as she mouths the word two the front door bursts open and four Ghoulies enter the room, not giving Rule a chance to shoot as one comes sprinting at her.

Rule sidesteps in time, planting her foot on the Ghoulies ass and pushing him into the wall. She spins around in time to land a jaw breaking punch at the oncoming Ghoulie. The dude falls on the floor, spitting up blood and glaring at Rule. "Bitch!" He snarls through a mouthful of blood, a sadistic smile appearing on Rules lips. "Jerk." She replies, punching him one more time so he stayed down. Rule looks up to see Sweet Pea fighting the remaining two Ghoulies, the one she sent into the wall coming up behind him. Panic surges through her as she rushes for the wanna be ninja, not realizing that's exactly what they want her to do. One Ghoulie tackles Sweet Pea to the ground while the others gang up on Rule. Two punches are landed on her ribs and face, Rule scrambling for the dagger on the floor. Her fingers close over the handle, swinging blindly through her swelling eye. Both Men shout in pain, giving Rule enough time to race across the room and tackle the guy on top of Sweet Pea. They wrestle around on the floor, a painful blow to her abdomen making her weak enough to be pinned to the ground. The strangers hands wrap around her throat and began to squeeze, Rule desperately clawing at the mans face and hands. Her vision starts to fade from a lack of oxygen, lungs burning for air. An echoing of a shotgun surrounds the room, surprising the man who was strangling Rule enough that she could push him off  and scramble backwards for her gun. Her head whirls as she points the gun in front of her, making out shapes but not faces. "Sweet Pea?" she calls out, trying to get a general idea of where not to shoot. "Over here!" he shouts from her left side. Taking a deep breath, she fixes her aim on the lower leg of the guy rushing at her before squeezing the trigger. An agonized scream that could be heard for blocks erupts from the newly wounded Ghoulie. "Bullseye." she whispers with a grin, vision starting to come back to her. Two Ghoulies rush over to help the wounded douche, grabbing him and rushing outside. The sound of a car starting is heard, the three men waiting on the one remaining that was holding Sweet Pea with a knife to his throat.

Rule clenches her jaw, pointing her gun at the gang members head. He gives her a bloody smile, shaking his head at the girl teasingly. "I don't think you wanna do that? What if you miss?" the jackass taunts her. But that was the thing about Rule, she never missed and she sure as hell wasn't going to start now. The girl was stubborn and fiercely loyal, an unwavering faith in the fact she would help the ones she cared about even if it killed her. So, she gave Sweet Pea a wink and the sorry bastard a sarcastic grin. "Don't you know why I'm famous around here?" she asks, finger tightening on the trigger. Rule tilted her head to the side as if she was talking to a small child. "I never miss."

And so she pulled the trigger.