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Junkie
Sept 10, 2009 22:22:45 GMT -5
Post by Sidian SaDiablo on Sept 10, 2009 22:22:45 GMT -5
She was used to walking these streets. She'd taken down men three times her size with no problem. With her auburn hair, and modeleque features, Sidian truly didn't look like much of a threat. Not wanting to call attention to herself tonight, she wore a fitted shirt that came to just below her elbows, a second skin almost. Dark green cargo pants blended into the shadows in place of the shredded, dirty jeans most around here wore and concealed the well toned muscle in her legs. If one had enough light, and actually looked at her upper body, they'd see the defined, almost six pack stomach, and chorded muscle in the arms. Still, even with her abilities, places like this made her skin crawl.
Shells of human beings lied on the filthy ground, leaning against the walls of the alleyways on either side of the building. Glazed eyes stared at her as she walked past them, hands sometimes reaching out in a crazed way. Some gazed at her with pupils almost large enough to drown out the irises. A drug house. She hated them, and avoided them as much as possible. Tonight she didn't have a choice. Walking up the steps, she took a deep breath, finding solace in the feel of the 9mm and colt tucked into a loop on the back of her pants.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment, as if it was holding its breath. As she rushed into the house, it seemed like everything moved in slow motion. "Jason?!" she called out "Jason, where are you?!" Hearing some noise from a room to her right, she rushed in, to find a dealer with a gun to Jason's head. Jason, though obviously on something strong, still looked terrified, big tears leaking from his eyes. "Sid...Sid, don't let them kill me, I didn't do anything" he pleaded. "Get the hell out of here bitch or I kill him" the dealer holding the gun to Jason's neck snapped. Sidian's hands balled into fists, and she looked down for a moment, a muscle in her jaw ticking. "GET THE HELL OU-" the dealer yelled, his last word cut off as he fell backwards, a bullet hole in his forehead. Sidian quickly tucked the 9mm with its silencer back into the back of her jeans, walking forward and taking Jason's hand. "Come on little brother, time to go home" she said firmly. He stumbled after her, looking back at the dealer, then back at her with a horrified expression. A little farther down the block, she heard him mumble "now where'm I gonna get my fix?" Her temper flared, and easily, she threw him against a wall. Her eyes fairly blazed with rage as she easily pinned him there. "You're not. You are never going to touch that shit again. You do and I swear to God I will ship you off to the police myself, got it?" she snapped. "Yes ma'am" he mumbled, and they started off to the apartment to begin the next few weeks of hell.
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Junkie
Sept 13, 2009 14:45:33 GMT -5
Post by Sidian SaDiablo on Sept 13, 2009 14:45:33 GMT -5
The mile or so to the apartment seemed to take forever. Jason kept stumbling, his legs not holding him well. His pupils had dialated fully, his brown eyes barely showing. Sidian took to keeping most of his weight across her shoulders, trying to hurry as much as possible. She didn't want the cops to see them like this, and throw Jason in jail. He had this one last chance to clean up. He had become her best friend when she moved to the city, and she wasn't going to give up on him now.
About half a block from the apartment, she heard voices behind them. Turning, she saw a few guys in dark clothes, guns in their hands, running after them. Her eyes widened, and she picked up the pace, putting Jason on her back piggyback style. "Just hang on tight" she ordered, kicking off at a fast clip. A couple bullets wizzed past their heads as she grabbed the railing and ran up the open staircase heading up to the second level. If she could just get in the apartment and get Jason somewhere safe, she could handle two of them no problem. Her heart was beating almost dangerously hard as she ran up the stairs. Her own weight combined with Jason's 5'7" form at 155lbs was slowing her down, making her gasp for air. Just as she was two steps from the landing for the second floor, she heard the voices yelling again, and fire erupted in her calf. A bullet had caught her directly in the center. She cried out in pain as she fell, trying to roll so Jason didn't hit hard. They both still landed hard, and Sid turned to Jason, who was standing with a dazed look on his face. "Jason! Get in the apartment now! Lock the door until I come for you!" she yelled. Another gunshot, and more pain erupted in her left shoulder, as a bullet grazed it, though deep. She cried out a little again, gritting her teeth against the pain as she tried to stand, her eyes widening in horror as she saw the men coming up the stairs.
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Junkie
Sept 13, 2009 15:02:39 GMT -5
Post by DJ Merenth on Sept 13, 2009 15:02:39 GMT -5
DJ yawned and rubbed his head lightly as he heard yelling and gun shots. It wasnt to much of a pain for him, but when he heard it just outside his apartment, it became his problem. Slipping on his pants to cover the most basic of his body, he walked out the door with nothing else on. His bare feet sent a shiver up his spine as he stepped on the cold concrete. Yawning again, he went to the railing to see what was going on. He caught two men with guns walking up the stairs towards a woman who looked visibly scared.
Making a sharp whistle, he caught the attention of the men. "Oy, What the hell do you think your doing, making that much ruckas in front of the apartments?" Heavy russian accent was noticeable with his anger, and he was rather pissed to be awake earlier then needed. "Shut the hell up and go back inside, asshole. This has nothing to do with you!" One of the men spat back and then turned towards the female again.
Sighing, DJ walked over to the stairs and whistled again. As soon as they looked up, he had already jumped passed the female on the stairs and planted his foot in the front mans chest, knocking them all down the stairs very roughly. DJ ignored the sting as he landed on the stairs in an awkward position and stood up before they managed to do the same. "How about this. You leave and not disturb this young lady or this apartment complex again."
They had other plans. The one he had kicked picked his gun up and pointed it at him. He moved to where the gun was rammed against his head and the guy spat once more. "Get the fuck outta my face, boy, before i bust a cap in it." DJ's eye twitched lightly and then he sighed. Within a moment, his foot dove into the mans groin, making him drop to his knees. DJ then brought his body down, his elbow following, into the mans face, crumpling him against the asphault. The second man began to yell and raised his gun to shoot. A bullet ripped thru his shoulder as he charged the man.
Before he could get a second shot, his bleeding arm knocked the gun away, then DJ jabbed his second hand into the mans throat, making him stumble. Without giving him a moment to collect himself, he grabbed his head with both hands and brought it down with force, jabbing his knee into his face. He held his head down and rammed his knees into the mans face a couple more times before he tired himself out and dropped the unconcious body.
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Junkie
Sept 13, 2009 18:20:45 GMT -5
Post by Sidian SaDiablo on Sept 13, 2009 18:20:45 GMT -5
From where she sat on the stairs, Sidian couldn't help but be impressed as the man leapt past her. She heard a noise, and looked back to see Jason still standing there. "Go, get inside" she said, and with that dazed look on his face, he obeyed. Wincing, she turned back, and her eyes widened as she watched him take down the two opponants with little to no effort. She didn't remember seeing him before actually, and wondered if he was new. She would've remembered him, truly, between the muscled body and russian accent. Gritting her teeth, she tried to put her weight on her arms, lifting herself up. Her calf refused to hold her weight though, and she collapsed back onto the hard stairs, making more stars appear on the corner of her vision.
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Junkie
Sept 13, 2009 18:39:44 GMT -5
Post by DJ Merenth on Sept 13, 2009 18:39:44 GMT -5
DJ stood up straight and winced when he attempted to stretch his arm, feeling the should that was shot give in to the strain. Sighing heavily, he began to move his arm back and forth, pushing his arm more then he should. He turned back to the woman on the stairs and walked over to her. Offering a hand, he leaned a bit to help her up. "Sorry if i took your company for a little... Ride."
Gently taking her hand, he hoisted her up and hooked one of her arms over his shoulder and started to slowly help her to her place.
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Junkie
Sept 13, 2009 19:16:19 GMT -5
Post by Sidian SaDiablo on Sept 13, 2009 19:16:19 GMT -5
"Perfectly fine by me" she said, wincing more as she stood. The bullet was buried in her calf, and she could feel the muscle lock up around the wound. She'd always kept herself in perfect condition, training constantly and eating well. This was going to take a long time to heal, and would be excruciating. "I actually live right across the landing from you" she said a little breathlessly, pointing to the door. "Thank you for the help" she added, looking up at him. Her teeth were starting to ache, she gritted them so hard as she turned the knob, opening the door. Jason sat on the couch, his eyes still glazed. That was another thing she had to look forward to over the next few weeks. As they made their way to the adjoining dining room, which had good lighting and a tiled floor they could clean up easily. As it was, she was dripping blood from the wounds in her left shoulder and her right calf. As she sat down tenderly, she looked up at his face with a weary smile of her own. "Sorry we disturbed you" she said softly, her green eyes dulled a little with pain. She had pulled hamstrings, but never had a bulletwound. The pain was excruciating.
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Junkie
Sept 13, 2009 19:38:40 GMT -5
Post by DJ Merenth on Sept 13, 2009 19:38:40 GMT -5
DJ walked with her before hearing where she lived. Noticing the door next to hers, he let out a light chuckle. "Well, guess luck is here today." He helped her thru the door and shut it lightly behind him before walking with her slowly to the dining room tiled floor. Sitting her down lightly, he shook his head to her apology. "Its ok. I needed to get up, and you were not the cause of the problem. They were. Now, where might you have your first aid?"
He stood again and began to stretch his shoulder once more, blood still seeping from it before moving to her shot shoulder, examinging it. Seeing as it wasnt more then a deep graze, he then moved to her calf. He saw an entry wound, but no exit, meaning the bullet stuck. "Umm.... i dont think you would want to keep that in your leg."
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Junkie
Sept 13, 2009 19:53:36 GMT -5
Post by Sidian SaDiablo on Sept 13, 2009 19:53:36 GMT -5
"First aid is in the bathroom" she gasped, the pain in her calf blossoming. Her shoulder she could ignore, but the calf was seizing around the wound. His comment about leaving it in had her attempting to chuckle. "No, not really. I've never really been one for the whole drastic piercings thing" she said lightly. Jason came over, his eyes slowly returning to normal, though filled with tears. "Sid..Sid I'm so sorry. I never thought...You gonna be ok? I'm so sorry....." he whispered, kneeling by the chair. "We're gonna get you fixed Jason. It will be ok" she said quietly, moving her injured shoulder to rub his hair. Looking down into his eyes, she weakly smiled. "It'll be ok kiddo. I'll heal up, and you'll get it out of your system. Just breathe and go get the first aid box. The fighter's kit" she said softly. Jason nodded and went to the bathroom looking for the kit. Instead of the regular bandages and such, this one held the forceps, sterilized needles, thread for stitches, and things of the sort they might need. The streets weren't a nice place to a seemingly harmless girl, and certainly no less dangerous for all the scraps she'd gotten him out of.
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Junkie
Sept 13, 2009 20:02:02 GMT -5
Post by DJ Merenth on Sept 13, 2009 20:02:02 GMT -5
DJ examined it some more before getting into a position to try and see how deep it went. Not getting a visual esitmate, he felt around where the wound was, feeling a slight bump to the side. "Well... Its not far in, but it certainly is in and with your wound closed pretty tightly around it, it will be painful to remove." He looked up at her and tried to smile lightly. "Theres going to be a lot of pain getting it out. It would be best to see a docter."
He could tell she wasnt a hospital person with the way she relaxed being in the house. Wincing again at his shoulder, he set her foot down and moved to the sink, running almost skin scolding hot water over the wound and his arm. He let out a teeth clenched gasp as the water rushed over his arm.
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Junkie
Sept 13, 2009 22:40:23 GMT -5
Post by Sidian SaDiablo on Sept 13, 2009 22:40:23 GMT -5
Sidian hissed in pain as he pushed a little on the area by the wound, and suggested she went to a doctor. She knew he was right, though she stayed silent until he went to wash his shoulder, biting her lip. "I know I should, but I can't drive, and there's no way in hell I'm calling an ambulence. There's a small clinic about three miles away where they know me, and don't ask questions. I just can't have someone come here and see Jason" was her answer. Jason came back into the room then, setting the kit down. She bit her lower lip again as he handed her a bottle of 180 proof whiskey and debated just taking a shot of the stuff. No. She didn't drink the stuff anymore. She knew she needed to go to an actual doctor for the leg. Her shoulder they could've done themselves,but not the leg. The only vehicle she had available was the black corvette locked up in the garage downstairs. She wouldn't be able to ride the motorcycle. Jason knelt by the chair again, his eyes still dialated as he looked up at her. "Sid...what're we gonna do?" he asked, sounding like a scared kid. She leaned forward, putting her head in her hands. "I don't know, kid. I just don't know" she said quietly.
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Junkie
Sept 13, 2009 22:52:55 GMT -5
Post by DJ Merenth on Sept 13, 2009 22:52:55 GMT -5
DJ winced a little more before letting out a sigh as he turned the water off and flexed his arm a little. It didnt show much muscle, but enough to show he was no weakling. Seeing it only seep a little more, he walked back to where they sat and took the medical box, opening it. He took out a small jar of vasaline and applied it to his shot wound, then took some gause and wrapped it up. He then moved back to the sink, glancing around before finding what he needed. He grabbed a bit bowl and filled it with the same scolding water and a small rag.
Moving back to her, he set the bowl down her her legs and dampened the rag. "This is... Gonna hurt. So just bear it long enough for me to clean you up a little, ok?" He damped the rag once more, then grabbed her foot, and help onto it hard enough to make sure she didnt move a whole lot. Then, glancing up at her before back down at her leg, he ran the scolding rag over the shot and down her leg, wiping off the blood as best he could.
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Junkie
Sept 13, 2009 23:07:13 GMT -5
Post by Sidian SaDiablo on Sept 13, 2009 23:07:13 GMT -5
Biting her lip hard, Sidian only squeaked a little in pain as he cleaned the blood off her leg. Jason looked up at her, his eyes swimming with tears. Determined to comfort him despite the pain, she looked down at him, her own eyes holding a few tears of pain. "Looks like I'm missing the tournament kiddo. Lucky for my opponants, huh?" she said with a wink and a weak smile. With the loss of blood, and the adrenaline wearing off, she was starting to get very tired. Her limbs felt like they were made of lead, and her eyes closed.
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Junkie
Sept 13, 2009 23:13:23 GMT -5
Post by DJ Merenth on Sept 13, 2009 23:13:23 GMT -5
DJ continued to clean her wounds before feeling her leg relaxe more. He glanced up and saw her slowly slipping into sleep from all the adrenaline gone and blood loss. He tapped her wound softly a couple times to draw her back for a moment as he whipped the rag clean in the hot water for more. "Tell him what he needs to do. Cause once i get the wounds cleaned and wrapped, im taking you to the clinic you mentioned. We need to get that bullet out of your leg."
He returned the rag to her leg, cleaning the rest of the blood off and grabbing the jar of vasaline. He applyed a small glob onto the hole and messaged it in a little before grabbing the gause and wrapping it up. Once he had wrapped it up, he stood, set the bowl on the table next to them and then dampened the rag once more, readying to clean her arm.
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Junkie
Sept 13, 2009 23:24:49 GMT -5
Post by Sidian SaDiablo on Sept 13, 2009 23:24:49 GMT -5
The tapping on the wound elicited another hiss of pain from her as she sat up, her eyes a dark green. She nodded as he spoke, taking a few deep breaths to clear her mind. "Jason, listen to me. You have to do exactly what I say" she said very clearly, locking eyes with him to make sure he understood. "When we go to the clinic to see Doctor Emerson, you need to lock all three padlocks, and the chain lock. Put the bar across the glass door, and wait in my room. Do not open the door for anyone, and I mean anyone. I will take my keys with me so I can unlock it when I get back. When you hear the three locks click, unlock the chain lock. We will be back soon. You know how quickly Doctor Emerson works. Do you understand me?" she instructed him sternly. He nodded, still looking like a lost child. Uncomfortably, Sidian shifted her weight, pulling the 9mm from its holster and sitting it on the table. Another slight shift, and the Colt joined the 9, shining in the light. "If you need to use them, use the 9 first, just like I've always said" she said, touching foreheads with Jason. "It'll be ok little one. We're gonna clean up my arm, then head to the clinic so I can be back sooner" she said quietly.
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Junkie
Sept 13, 2009 23:37:39 GMT -5
Post by DJ Merenth on Sept 13, 2009 23:37:39 GMT -5
DJ listened as she spoke and glanced at her every known and then when she moved, but otherwise kept to himself and kept cleaning her arm. Soon, her arm was cleaned and he took some vasaline and slapped it on softly, rubbing it in. Because this was something that would have to be fixed, he took out some absorbant cloth from the first aid box and put it across the wound, then began to wrap it up. As soon as he finished, she finished talking to him.
Moving to the kitchen sink, he dumped the bloodied water and rinsed the rag. setting both the bowl and rag aside, he walked by them and patted her unscathed shoulder gently. "I will return momentarily. I ned to... Look more decent then i am now. Be ready when i return." With that, he moved to the door and walked out, shutting it behind him. He then procceded to his apartment and walked in, grabbing the first shirt he found and slinging it on. He only buttoned a couple of the middle buttons, being on a time crunch and moved to his dresser. He pulled out socks, slipped them on quickly and then put his boots on.
Knowing he was going to be out now, he pulled the belt from his pants and then hooped it again, adjesting a combat knife sheathe on the middle of his back. He then rehooped his belt and grabbed his keys. Walking out, he locked the door and quickly moved down the stairs to his garage. He opened the garage quick and got into his nissan, starting it up without any loss in time. Pulling it out, he got it by the stairs and then moved back upstairs in long strides. He hoped she was ready.
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