She Wants What She Hates ~ Ally/You (G!P)

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AJ

I slowly began coming to; my vision blurry and the irony taste of my blood on my tastebuds. My face felt hideous and I could feel dry blood under my nose and on the side of my face.

I lift my head, groaning quietly at the dull ache I've developed. Where the fuck am I?

My eyes dart around briefly before I remember I was in Striker's. I look to my left, seeing Nick staring at me with concerned eyes. "Yo, you okay?" His voice quiet.

I lick my dry lips, flinching a bit at the pain. I turn to him and nod, "Yeah, 'm fine." I then see Pebs sitting in a metal chair with a hooded figure in front of her. My sight was still bordered black so I couldn't really tell who it was.

My eyes widen when I realize they had a gun to her face. "We gotta save her," I say lowly so only Nick could hear. "How, though? They got a gun." I turn to him with a serious stare.

"I have a plan and I need you to listen very carefully. One fuck up and we could get killed or her killed," he nods. "What you got?"

I look up, my vision returning and I see that it's Will with the gun and the dude with that tatted face behind him to his right. We were in a blind spot and he was a good distance from us.

With my eyes going between the men, I go into my pocket it and pull out something. Nick looks at me with an 'are you serious?' look. "A little crossbow? With toothpicks?"

I shake my head, "The toothpicks have BZ, DMHP, Kolokol and a bit of arsenic on the tips." He stares at me blankly for a second and I sigh, "They're different non-lethal, but effective poisons."

"Is that what the little plastic is for?" I nod, "One little stab can knock a full sized man out instantaneously. Once awake, the will mimic behavior of an individual on drugs."

He shakes his head like an etch-a-sketch. "Where did you get this?" I hum, "I have my ways. I'm gonna shoot them both and on my signal, you go and take the picks out and put this on the wounds."

I hand him a little bottle of jelled aloe vera, rubbing alcohol, and a few other ingredients. "What's this for?"

"It'll heal the wounds up quickly so that there's no evidence when the cops arrive," I answer. He looks at me with what seemed like fear, "Have you done this before?" I give him a sly grin, "No, but I do a lot of research."

His mouth parts a bit. I don't know if he's impressed or scared of me, but that can be determined later.

"Wait for my signal," I slide off of the crate I was sat on as stealthily as I could in my somewhat hazy state. I quietly move behind the big guy, crossbow aimed on the back of his arm.

I glance at Pebs, who very briefly spots me. In that nanosecond, I nod at her.

Keeping my hands as steady as possible, finger trembling slightly. I let out a quiet, deep breath and pull the little trigger.

The man winces with a curse and I move out of his line of sight, reloading it with another toothpick, moving like lightning to remove the plastic. Just two seconds later, he falls to the ground limp with a loud thud.

As soon as he goes, Will turns his head with his weapon still on Pebs.

I aim at his forehead and pull the trigger, hitting him between the eyes. He immediately yanks it out, whipping his arm to aim the gun at me. I watch as his eyes get droopy before he too falls to the ground.

I breathe out a sigh of relief, lowering my crossbow before pocketing it. "Nick," I call out and he starts to do his part.

Pebs's eyes looked down at the seemingly lifeless men before she looks at me. "Kid, what the fuck did you do?"