Kenshin jerked himself upright, a ragged sound escaping through his teeth as his shoulder wrenched. Damnit. He heard popping of the cop’s gun, the clatter of the bullet casings as they fell to the ground. He stood, grinding his teeth and clutching his right shoulder where pain seared through him. He could feel the bullet lodged in his shoulder, almost against the bone, the pulse of blood washing down his back. If only it had gone through.
Saitou moving to protect him made him snort. Kenshin leaned against the wall, letting Saitou take care of it. A wolf had his honor and Kenshin would let him keep it. A strange twist of something like déjà vu made a cold chill run down his back.
“You never brought me that pot of coffee, you asshole,” the cop said making Kenshin feel irritated and amused at the same time.
“You didn’t ask politely, you bastard,” Kenshin said, voice still flat, though he didn’t think the cop had heard him. He watched electricity snap off of Salamander’s thug’s body armor and then the thug came toward him, swinging a knife so slowly and in such an obvious arc that even a child could block it. Saitou didn’t. The knife sunk into flesh and muscle and the smell of hot blood snicked through the air. Kenshin jerked off the wall, gripping his sword only to nearly drop it as pain ratched through his arm, making spots dance in front of his vision. Not high enough a dosage not to feel pain and already wearing off.
He clutched at his shoulder, starting forward to help the cop and then jerking back as the thug went sailing into a booth, crashing into the table. He could smell burning now, a high pitched whine. What the hell was it? Where was it coming from? It didn’t matter as Saitou was going forward to attack Salamander who was screaming it was going to blow.
“Don’t!” Kenshin said and he saw the woman come up to the counter with a gun pointed right at the thug who had jerked upright. A shot like a bomb blast and the cop was sailing across the room in a violent streak of light. Another and there was a perfect hole in the center of his forehead, blood spattering on the window.
Salamander stared at Kenshin. Ready to bolt. Kenshin returned the stare, ready to eviscerate him. Salamander would not be allowed to escape from this alive. Too long had he been able to run from the crimes he’d committed. And all the bloodshed here. He would die with his men. Kenshin promised that with his eyes.
A thin film of sweat streaked down Salamander’s face. Kenshin twisted Kitetsu.
“Hajime!” the woman screamed and Kenshin startled, winced. Salamander bolted. Hammering toward the door. Kenshin jerked after him, waves of ice cold pain wringing his arm, he pushed it away, pushed it all away, saw nothing but the retreating back of Salamander. The dealer bolted across the street. Reached toward a car.
Oh no you don’t
“Dou Ryuu Sen!” Kenshin slammed Kitetsu into the ground, sending a wave of energy ripping through his arm (ripping up his arm. Tearing at his shoulder). The asphault split in a straight line and Salamander caught the tail end of the energy, sailing into the car and smashing against the door, the passenger side window shattering with the force of his head. Kenshin covered the space in two steps.
Salamander recovered enough to look at him.
Scream.
Silence.
His head fell into the passenger seat. Body slumped on the ground. Kenshin looked down at him. Chest heaving. Tasting blood in his mouth.
You… a distant voice said, a soft ghost of an echoing sigh in his head. Cold twisted his gut and his hand trembled as the wave of sickness washed over him. Darkness all around him and something…Someone…
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Date: 2012-04-12 05:52 am (UTC)Saitou moving to protect him made him snort. Kenshin leaned against the wall, letting Saitou take care of it. A wolf had his honor and Kenshin would let him keep it. A strange twist of something like déjà vu made a cold chill run down his back.
“You never brought me that pot of coffee, you asshole,” the cop said making Kenshin feel irritated and amused at the same time.
“You didn’t ask politely, you bastard,” Kenshin said, voice still flat, though he didn’t think the cop had heard him. He watched electricity snap off of Salamander’s thug’s body armor and then the thug came toward him, swinging a knife so slowly and in such an obvious arc that even a child could block it. Saitou didn’t. The knife sunk into flesh and muscle and the smell of hot blood snicked through the air. Kenshin jerked off the wall, gripping his sword only to nearly drop it as pain ratched through his arm, making spots dance in front of his vision. Not high enough a dosage not to feel pain and already wearing off.
He clutched at his shoulder, starting forward to help the cop and then jerking back as the thug went sailing into a booth, crashing into the table. He could smell burning now, a high pitched whine. What the hell was it? Where was it coming from? It didn’t matter as Saitou was going forward to attack Salamander who was screaming it was going to blow.
“Don’t!” Kenshin said and he saw the woman come up to the counter with a gun pointed right at the thug who had jerked upright. A shot like a bomb blast and the cop was sailing across the room in a violent streak of light. Another and there was a perfect hole in the center of his forehead, blood spattering on the window.
Salamander stared at Kenshin. Ready to bolt. Kenshin returned the stare, ready to eviscerate him. Salamander would not be allowed to escape from this alive. Too long had he been able to run from the crimes he’d committed. And all the bloodshed here. He would die with his men. Kenshin promised that with his eyes.
A thin film of sweat streaked down Salamander’s face. Kenshin twisted Kitetsu.
“Hajime!” the woman screamed and Kenshin startled, winced. Salamander bolted. Hammering toward the door. Kenshin jerked after him, waves of ice cold pain wringing his arm, he pushed it away, pushed it all away, saw nothing but the retreating back of Salamander. The dealer bolted across the street. Reached toward a car.
Oh no you don’t
“Dou Ryuu Sen!” Kenshin slammed Kitetsu into the ground, sending a wave of energy ripping through his arm (ripping up his arm. Tearing at his shoulder). The asphault split in a straight line and Salamander caught the tail end of the energy, sailing into the car and smashing against the door, the passenger side window shattering with the force of his head.
Kenshin covered the space in two steps.
Salamander recovered enough to look at him.
Scream.
Silence.
His head fell into the passenger seat. Body slumped on the ground. Kenshin looked down at him. Chest heaving. Tasting blood in his mouth.
You… a distant voice said, a soft ghost of an echoing sigh in his head. Cold twisted his gut and his hand trembled as the wave of sickness washed over him. Darkness all around him and something…Someone…