TwilightShadow

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

Interactions: Jocelyn - @Almalthia, Slingshot - @webboysurf, Alistar - @Alistar Sabbath, James - @BladeSS4, Finnlay - @sly13



"Don't worry, Lenora. The pain you're feeling isn't going to last long. I'm going to heal you." Jocelyn reassures me
"What? How?" I ask, curiosity and suspicion laced in my voice. I cringe, as I feel a pain in my head.

Oh, how lovely. A headache.

"You'll see."
"So… did y'all miss me?" A voice says in a playful tone, interrupting whatever Joc was about to do to me. Jocelyn, James and I look over across the room to see the man who calls himself "Slingshot".
"How nice of you to join us." James says in an equally playful tone.
"Well, I couldn't let you guys have all the fun. Although, from the looks of it, it seems I really did miss out on it." Sling says as he wanders around the room looking at all the damage that has been done.
"Yeah, it was all fun and games here." I respond with a dryness in my voice that could match the Sahara Desert. "I thoroughly enjoy my nose getting messed up."
"If you'll excuse me," Jocelyn interjects "But I must heal Lenora, here."

Jocelyn proceeds to place her hand on me. I look at her quizzically before I suddenly begin to feel an odd feeling surge throughout my entire body. In a few moments, any pain I was feeling went away. It was incredible! After the deed was done and Jocelyn took her hand off of me, she tried to stand up but stumbled back. James caught her before she could actually fall.

"Are you alright?" James asked her, looking concerned.
"Yeah… yeah, I'm fine." She answered, now trying to stand up straight.
I was still sitting on the floor, looking over myself in awe over how I was completely healed by Jocelyn. I looked up at the woman who looked like she finally had the strength to stand.

I don't know what's up with that…

As uncharacteristic it is of me to do so, I proceed to thank Jocelyn for healing me.
"It was no problem." She replies
"Well… it certainly didn't look that way." I respond
"So, what exactly happened here anyway?" Sling pipes in, abruptly changing the subject
"Hydra happened." Jocelyn says to him
"Ah, the bastards… and what about you, Lenora?" Sling turns to me, the sound of his voice not matching the look I see in his eyes. He sounds like he's trying to, say… "casually" interrogate us but his eyes tell me he knows something more. "What happened to you?"
"The infamous Hydra assassin, the Winter Soldier, was sent here along with the other Hydra goons." I told him "I fought him and, long story short, that's how I ended up so injured."
"Speaking of other Hydra goons-"
"I took care of them." James interrupts
"So they're all dead?" Sling asks, stepping closer to the three of us
"Well… no." James replies, a bit sheepishly "I killed as many as I could though I fear a few may have gotten away."
"And the Winter Soldier?"
"Gone too." Jocelyn answers "Although, his robotic arm is greatly damaged."
"But he's still alive and out there in the world plus possibly a few more Hydra agents?" Sling questions
"Yes." Jocelyn, James, and I answer in unison
"Well, then. We'll need to be extra careful on our way back." Sling says, walking back to the big hole in the wall that he entered from.
"Our way back?" I repeat, confused as to what he meant by that.
"Yes, our way back. To Alistar's base."

Before I even get a chance to ask who that is, another man walks in. "Y'all okay? Looks like there was a party tonight!" The man says
"Alistar. So very nice to see you once again." Sling says walking towards him.
"What happened here?"
"Hydra." Sling answers simply
"Hydra? How did Hydra find them?"
"We don't know." Jocelyn speaks up
"We didn’t see any signs of being followed." I add "Yet, somehow Hydra knew James and I were coming here."

I decide to leave out the fact that since I have quite the history with Hydra they probably track my each and every step. It's not important that any of them know that yet.

"Any survivors?" Alistar asks
"All dead save for a few agents and the Winter Soldier." Sling answers
"Well, if I encounter them ever I'll make sure to give em hell." Alistar says with a small growl
"Yeah, I'm sure we all will." I say
"I mean it quite literally." Alistar replies
I'm taken aback by what he said "I beg your pardon?"
"Alright, you all. As much as I'd love to stay here and chat in this lovely destroyed domain, we really should head back to the base. It's safer there. Fewer unwanted ears from Hydra and whoever else might want all of our heads." Sling says
"You have a point." Jocelyn admits "Hydra knows about this place now. It's no longer a safe haven for us."
"Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's head out." Alistar says.

As we all leave the wrecked living room, we are once again interrupted by another man.

Oh, for fucks sake. Who is it now?!

"Um… hello." The man says, seemingly a bit surprised by the clump of people before him.
"Finnlay." Jocelyn walks towards the man "Nice to see you again." She says to him with a small smile.
"What happened?" He asks, looking back at the home behind us.
"We-" Jocelyn begins before Sling cuts in
"Um, why don't you fill him in on all the shit that has happened after we get to you-know-where. I'd rather not stay here any longer. In case anyone has forgotten, Hydra was literally just here." Sling says, obviously exasperated
"Hydra?!" Finnlay exclaims "What was Hydra doing here?"
Jocelyn sighs "I guess I'll explain later."
"Thank you." Sling says, a slightly exasperated sigh escaping his lips. "Alright, once again everyone, let's go."
"I guess we'll just follow you?" James asks Sling
"You'll be following Alistar and I. I'm in that van over there." Sling answers
"And my ride is over there." Alistar says, gesturing over to-
"A Ferrari?!" James exclaims "You took a Ferrari?!"
"Yes." Alistar responds simply

A stunned silence falls over the group. With a dropped jaw, I look at the Ferrari and then back to Alistar a few times.

I'm… what the… I…

"Fucking hell…" Finnlay trails off
"My thoughts exactly." Sling says
"I don't see what the problem is." Alistar tells us, looking genuinely confused and… a bit offended.

It's not like you see some random, seemingly non-rich-man just casually driving around a Ferrari. Although this Alistar could possibly be some insanely wealthy man and none of us would even know. He does own a Ferrari after all. Who knows what else this guy has.

"It's no problem. We’re just…" Jocelyn appears to try to find the right words to say "We're just a little surprised. You don't seem like that kind of guy that… owns a Ferrari."

Took the words right outa my brain.

"Well then, let me be the one to assure you that this is the least surprising thing about me." Alistar says with a smirk.
"Oh… goodie." I sarcastically respond, my monotonous tone match the deadpan look on my face.
"So, who wants to ride with me?" Alistar asks us, catching the rest of us a bit off-guard. "Ums" and "wells" fill the forest air.

As much as I would love to ride in a Ferrari, I don't want to be alone with that man. There's something about him I don't trust. And it seems I'm not the only one who feels this way...

"I took my bike so-" Finnlay begins
"I took mine as well." Jocelyn adds "Finnlay and I will just follow you guys."
"I rode in Jocelyn's car." I say
"And I took a helicopter." James says after me
"Wait." Sling says, putting up his hands "You took a…. you know what… never mind. I shouldn't be surprised after all that's happened."

I just barely hear Sling mutter that he needs an Advil before James speaks once again.

"I guess since I don't have the helicopter anymore I'll just ride with Lenora."
I sharply look at him "What makes you think-"
"Or I can ride with you, Sling." James quickly adds

I'm glad he chose not to start any trouble with me tonight.

"That's fine." Sling says "Alright… now that everybody has their ride figured out… can we please leave this place?!"
We all take a moment to look at each other before answering Sling with various affirmative responses.
"Okay… then… let's go." He says with much less energy than before.

As we all walk toward our respective modes of transportation, I notice Alistar taking something out of his jacket and handing it to Sling. Sling opens it and pours something into his hand and then pops whatever it is into his mouth.

Hmmph. Looks like he's getting his Advil….

I probably should've asked for one. The headache I had earlier still hasn’t gone away. Damn.

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We still waiting on Twilight?

@Draku69

I think so

@soren

The show I was in is over so I finally have time to write something. I should have a post up sometime this week. I apologize for such a long wait.

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

Interactions: Jocelyn - @Almalthia, James - @BladeSS4



"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to heal her."
"How?"

I hear the faint voices speak. I see nothing. Only darkness. It takes a few moments before I realize my eyes are just closed.

I will never let anyone know about that.

Before I open them, I try to recall what happened before I apparently blacked out.

It's all so fuzzy…

Then it hits me like a huge a wave. Flashes of the fight between myself and the Winter Soldier appear in my mind, like some oddly cinematic and well-edited yet poorly filmed montage. The memory keeps flooding back to me and I feel like my mind is about to explode. As I, once again, see the Winter Soldier roundhouse kick me in the face, I awake with a jolt and sit up. Before I'm able to take in my surroundings, I feel a surge of pain throughout my entire body but especially in my left thigh. Cringing, I groan as my upper body falls back to the ground. I catch myself with my elbow, taking deep breaths as I try to calm myself.

"Lenora." I hear a feminine voice say. I dismiss it at first.
"Lenora." The same voice says again. That's when it clicks in my head. Not only do I recognize the voice but I also remember that "Lenora" is the name I am currently going by as I pose as an American.

I look up to see Jocelyn's face. Standing behind her is James and another man that I've never seen before.

"Oof. You look terrible." James says.
"What?" I reply, taken aback by his remark.
"James." Jocelyn scolds
"Sorry. It's just… that's quite a bit of blood on her face." He explains. He goes to pick up a mirror that looks to have fallen during the fight and brings it over to me. Even though it's cracked, I can still see that my face has indeed been bloodied up.

Damn.

"Where… where is he?" I ask
"Don't worry. James and I took care of the Winter Soldier." Jocelyn answers.

I, at first, feel relief. I'm glad the Winter Soldier is gone. The further away he is, the better. But then I start to feel disappointment. Disappointment in myself. I should have been able to kill him. I'm a very capable fighter. Hell, I'm more than capable. I shouldn't have lost. Besides, he's not too different from me, save for the metal arm. But what I lack in cybernetics I make up for in inhuman powers. I'm just glad no one was around to see that little burst of power that occurred. It's always best to keep those things a secret.

I try to sit up but once again, pain shoots through my body.

"Don't worry, Lenora. The pain you're feeling isn't going to last long. I'm going to heal you." Jocelyn tells me
"What? How?" I ask, curiosity and suspicion laced in my voice.
"You'll see."

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

Let me know where I should start or if anyone wants to work in something with my character:)

@soren

We're discussing where and when your character should come in on our M:SaS Discord (I highly recommend joining it). One idea was that all new characters would join up with the others after this upcoming time-skip for an assault on a Hydra base. What are your thoughts on that?

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

Yo, this looks interesting. Got room for another??

@Zaxter996

We definitely have room. :)

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

@TwilightShadow@Almalthia
I'll look at your rules again and make a character. Do we need to be just discovering our powers though or can we be established?

@soren

Like @webboysurfsaid, established is acceptable since most of the characters already have established powers. Though, it would be very interesting to see someone just discovering their powers too. Just go with what your heart tells you. :)

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

@TwilightShadow Room for another?

@soren

We have plenty of room. :)

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

Once I arrived at Jocelyn's house, I took a look at my surroundings. She lived in the middle of nowhere. Her house was nestled between a few trees, providing a form of protection from the eyes of others. The house itself was kind of small but nice. It didn't look old and run-down, which is what I'd expect a house that is in a place like this to look like. For some reason, as I looked around a nervous feeling began to form in the pit of my stomach.

I got a bad feeling about this…

Granted, it could just be the fact it's very dark outside and that this looks like the start of a horror film that I'm feeling uneasy once again. But if I've learned anything over the years it's to always trust your gut. I slide my handgun out and get it cocked and ready for any possible enemy that may jump out at me.

I just can't seem to catch a break.

I slowly walk towards the front door, making sure to keep my eyes peeled for any movement and my steps quiet as to not alert anyone, or anything, that may be here. I unlock the door and slowly open it, waiting a few moments before stepping in. It is pitch black inside so I look around for a light switch. I quickly find one near the front door. The light above me turns on. I go through the house doing the same thing in each room. As I do, I look around carefully to see if anyone is there. After going through all the rooms and turning on the lights, I make my way back to the kitchen. I set my gun on the island and go to get a glass of water. I feel puzzled. Something still feels off. I feel as though something terrible could happen at any moment yet, there's nothing and nobody around to cause any harm.

This can't be right. My gut feeling has never been wrong. Though I suppose there is a first time for everything...

After taking a few drinks of water and setting my glass down, I decided to look around once again. I head to the living room first. It still looks the same. No signs of somebody else being here. I notice a book on the coffee table and go to pick it up. It's a book about art from the renaissance era.

Interesting. I didn't think someone like her would be interested in topics like that.

I set the book down. I hear the sound of a door opening and closing and of footsteps. I quickly reach for my gun. I feel nothing. My eyes widen as I remember I left my handgun in the kitchen.

Damn!

I go to plan B and take out my knife. I get into position and wait as the footsteps get closer and closer. As they turn the corner and enter the room, I lunge for them… and they block my attack. They push me back, making me lose my balance for a moment before I quickly regain it.

"Hey!" The person says "What the hell are you doing?!"
"Who are you?" I ask, defensively
"My name's James. I was at the bar during the attack."
"I don’t remember seeing you fighting."
"Yeah, I was kind of in the middle of having a drink." He replies
"How did you get here?"
"Helicopter."
I stare at him in disbelief. "Helicopter? You rode a helicopter?"
"You bet."
I continue to stare at him. "How did you… you know, I don't wanna know."

As I put away my knife, I turn to walk back to the kitchen but I'm stopped by James.

"So, you're not going to explain why you almost killed me?"
"No." I reply
"Why?"
"I don't feel the need to explain to you why." I tell him, as I start to walk away
"Now, wait just a moment. I-"

Suddenly, two people jump through the windows in the living room. The sound of glass shattering comes from other places in the house, a sign that more people have broken in.

"You take the ones upstairs!" I yell to James "I'll take care of the bastards down here."

The man nods and runs off towards the other assailants. I turn back to the men in front of me. One of the men lunges at me with a knife. I lean away, grab his arm, and pull him towards me. I kick him in the crotch and give him an uppercut to his chin. He stumbles and falls to the ground. The second man tries to sidekick me. I block it and kick him in his shin. As he begins to fall to the ground, I knee him in the chin, a loud crack following as his head shoots back. I grab his shoulder and punch him in the gut several times before turning him around and snapping his neck. Making sure not to make the same mistake I made at the bar, I ducked and rolled away from the position I was in, avoiding the first man who was surely going to try and choke me from behind. I get my knife out as the man runs towards me. I charge towards him. He raises his arm, getting ready to deliver a powerful punch but I duck out of the way and swing onto his back, jamming my knife into his skull. As the limp body falls to the ground, I roll off of it. Standing and breathing heavily, I start to walk towards the stairs, intending to go assist James when suddenly I feel a bullet fly past my face. My body stiffens. I slowly turn around to see the face of the person who'll inevitably meet their end tonight but I'm unable to see any facial features. For the man standing across the room from me is wearing a mask the covers their entire face. That's not the only notable thing about him, though. He also happens to have a metal arm… with a red star on his shoulder.

"Солдат." I say, using my native language and natural accent "Я предполагаю, что это был всего лишь предупредительный выстрел?"
{Translation: Soldier. I presume that was just a warning shot?}

He says nothing. Typical.

"Так, я полагаю, что Гидра сделала со мной? Я потеряла благосклонность к ним?" I ask
{Translation: So, I take it Hydra's done with me? I've lost favor with them?}
"У них больше нет пользы для общего убийцы." He replies, finally speaking.
{Translation: They have no use for a common assassin anymore.}
"И это не то, что вы?" I take a few steps towards him "Вы не маленький кукольный убийца Hydra?"
{Translation: And is that not what you are? Are you not Hydra's little puppet assassin?}
He stays silent for a few moments before speaking "Если кто-то кукольный убийца это, или, вернее, был, вы."
{Translation: If anyone's a puppet assassin it is, or rather was, you.}
"Туш, солдат." I reply "По крайней мере, мне платят за мою "общий убийца " работы. Не положить в хранилище, как вы."
{Translation: Touche, soldier. At least I get paid for my "common assassin" work. Not put in storage like you."}

The Winter Soldier says nothing in return. Instead, he takes the ammo out of his rifle and throws it outside behind him. He then flips out his knife. A dark chuckle escapes from my lips.

"Это должно быть весело." I say with a smirk
{Translation: This should be fun.}

I charge towards him with my knife, as he just walks at a quick pace towards me. Once we get close enough though we both go hard at each other. Knives slashing, fists flying. Although we've both received different training, we are both fairly equal in skill. It is almost an honor to fight him. He manages to get in some hits and kicks, though. I'll definitely be incredibly bruised in the morning and with his impeccable knife skills I know I'm going to have a few wounds from that after this the fight. That being said, he will not walk away from this fight without scratch either. His legs are definitely a weak spot so I make sure to kick and slash at them a few times, though not enough to make it a pattern. The Winter Soldier is smart. Unpredictable. I have to be the same way when going up against him. The fight continues for several minutes, neither of us seem to get the upper hand for long and neither one of us seem to tire. It was hard to tell who might come out on top. I decide to try out something new I had been working on but had yet to try it out on another poor soul. It starts off like one of my usual moves. I duck an oncoming punch from him and then deliver an uppercut to his chin but then I turn around and wrapped an arm around the back of his neck, delivering a few elbow hits to his stomach with my free arm before using both to toss him in front of me. Breathing heavily, I watch as he struggles a bit as he begins to push himself up from the ground. I decide to take advantage of this moment by kicking his face. It won't do as much damage as it usually does since he's wearing a mask but it certainly will leave him with several bruises on his face, hopefully a broken nose too. I position myself and throw my leg at him, feeling confident I'll win this fight. All that confidence goes away in a snap when the Winter Soldier uses his metal arm to grab my foot, turning me around and pulling me to the ground in one, fluid motion. I hit the ground with a loud thud and groan. Hearing the sound of him cocking his gun, I quickly turn myself onto my back and kick the gun out of his hand. I jump to my feet, having to duck once again as the Winter Soldier throws more punches. This time I'm on the defensive. I do my best to block his attacks and try to get in a few hits myself but it isn't so easy anymore. I manage to kick him in the gut which makes him fall back against a wall. I grab my knife from the ground and jump at him, hoping to stab his head but his reflexes are quick and he moves out of the way in time, leaving me with my knife in the wall. I don't even get a chance to try to get my knife out as the Winter Soldier immediately grabs my body, runs across the room and slams me into the wall. My vision goes blurry for a minute and I feel a cold hand wrap around my neck. The Winter Soldier begins to choke me. As I struggle for breath, I try to pry his hand away or get in a punch or something. I attempt to kick him but he stabs my left thigh with his free hand. I cry out in pain as my vision gets blurrier. I struggle to think of a way out of this situation. I just keep clawing at his arm, trying to push it away but it's obviously futile… then something happens. I begin to feel something surging through my fingers. Something powerful. Something… cold. I blink several times in an attempt to clear my vision so I could see what's going on. Some of the blurriness goes away and I'm able to make out a blue film that is growing over the soldier's arm. I hear the sounds of metal creaking and suddenly an explosion occurs, forcing the Winter Soldier back and onto the ground. As I fall to the floor, wheezing and coughing as the air starts to fill my lungs once more, I look over at the Winter Soldier to see the Winter Soldier standing and... his robotic arm destroyed. Wires were hanging out from his artificial bicep that connected to his, now dangling, hand. His forearm was nowhere to be seen. I stared at him in shock and awe as he looked at what was left of his arm. After looking over his arm, he turned his head to look at me. Then, in about the blink of an eye, I saw him raise his knee and rotate his upper body and then…

Darkness.

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

The drive to Jocelyn's place was quiet. I was thankful to be driving alone. I never liked conversing with other people. It always felt like a trivial thing to do. I certainly had no intention of trying to make friends with any of the people at the bar. It's common knowledge for any spy or assassin to know that relationships of any type don't work when you're in those lines of business. Growing up alone, it was very easy for me to adapt to that. Too easy, some might say. I've been called "cold" and "distant" too many times to even count. That being said, I was never one for following rules and I just can't seem to learn from my mistakes so I can safely say I've had my fair share of secret relationships. None of them ended very well, but that was expected. The death of a girlfriend or the sacrifice of a friend never surprised me. It's not like I didn't care. I did. Every time I lost someone special and close to me I would cut a little notch into the hilt of my shashka in honor of them. It's not much, but it's the best I could do for them. Of course, I lost others simply because I'm just terrible at relationships… or I was tasked with killing them. When I lost my first boyfriend it really stung. Especially knowing it was my fault that he left me because I was unable to fully reciprocate his feelings and kind gestures. But even after all of that, I was able to move on. I was able to focus on my mission, which was and will always be more important than any person.

The drive continued to be uneventful. In fact, I was starting to feel a little impatient.

How long is this fucking drive?

I sighed, turning on the radio, hoping for something to distract myself. Instead, it turned out to be a report about the recent attack at the bar.

"Following the events of the alien attack, a bar located in Hell's Kitchen was just-"

Rolling my eyes, I quickly switch to a new station. I've no reason to hear about an attack I already had the pleasure of being in. The station I switched to was an alternative music station. It was playing a song I didn't know. It just sounded like a bunch of screaming along with your usual distortion-laden guitar playing your typical power chords. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy rock. I enjoy some metal too but I don't get what is referred to as "screamo". I don't see how someone could enjoy listening to it. Personally, I'm more of a classical music kind of woman. Mozart, Chopin, Bach, and the rest. Something about that music just really helps me focus. Unfortunately, I was unable to find a classical station. So, after a while of going through everything, I settled on the alternative station once again.

After a while though, I ended up turning off the radio. A sense of relief washed over me as the silence returned. For a while, I went back to feeling the same way I felt before. A bit impatient but overall just "meh". The sound of the car driving on an empty road was oddly calming, as well as the overall silence that had befallen me ever since I turned the radio off. Unfortunately, that state of serenity I was momentarily in turned into unease, as I could feel a familiar feeling start to creep its way to the forefront of my conscious. My mind wanted to wander. Wanted to recollect. This familiar silence became a little… too quiet. It reminded me of the nights I spent alone back in the District. Those cold, dark nights where the only sound came from the crunching of the snow beneath my feet and the occasional howling of the wind. Those nights where I'd sleep in an abandoned car, hoping and praying that if I were to be found it wouldn't be by my monstrous parents or the police. And how could I forget the nights where I just wandered the empty streets alone and questioned whether or not these powers were a curse or not. Yes, my powers were part of the reason I was able to survive and for that I was thankful for. But there were too many times I just wished they'd just go away and the bitter cold could just take me. Death just seemed better than this seemingly endless search for I don’t even know what that I was on. I would constantly go back forth between a state of determination and of hopelessness. At one point, I was beginning to feel like I was losing my mind. I felt like I was in a terrible, inescapable nightmare. The night I was found by the Inhuman Gordon and taken to the Afterlife, I was contemplating killing myself. At that time, I had been wandering through the forest and found a cave to take shelter in. There was a weirdly shaped stone that very sharp. I had intended to use that to kill myself. I wanted to find a way to escape this. Ending my life seemed like the only way out. After I arrived in the Afterlife though, I began to feel like I would be okay. That my life would be fine. I started to figure out who I was and that made me happy. Being around others like myself gave me a sense of belonging.

But then that all changed. It changed about as quickly as Jiaying driving that knife into Lizzie's abdomen. That night, in the blink of an eye, my whole life changed. The only person in my life that had ever really cared about me died right before my eyes. Holding her limp body made me realize I never wanted to love again. Of course, being the idiot I am, I continued to have many secret relationships, both platonic and romantic, after that. I don't know why. Maybe it's because I secretly enjoy the pain that comes from losing someone special or maybe I'm just stupid. Maybe it's both. I haven't changed though. The only thing that is different is that I now expect for things to go awry. It's always the same thing. Get a job, stay there for a while, meet somebody, get too close, lose them, and then move on to either someone else or a completely new job. Lucky for me, I didn't meet anybody while working for Kazimir and his gang. Most of his members were a bunch of perverted assholes anyway. I've dated some not-so-great people in the past but I don't date scum.

My thoughts were thankfully interrupted as I came upon a fork in the road. I looked at the address Jocelyn gave me and turned right. I was getting close to her house.

Finally.

It’s not that I wasn't enjoying my little trip down memory lane…. well, actually I wasn't. I don't like thinking about the past. I prefer to focus on the present. That's what matters most. Especially now that my life might be in more danger than it usually is.

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(Author's Note: I highly recommend listening to Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin while reading this.)


I hop onto to Jocelyn's bike. The sound of police sirens started to fill the air, an ominous crescendo as they began to get closer to the bar. Jocelyn starts the bike and speeds off. I had hoped we'd get a head start and quickly shake these fuckers. It looked like we would a for a short time. That is until we got onto 47th Street. It was pretty much empty save for us and the police car that was hot on our tails.

"We need to lose these guys asap!" I shout to her
"I'm trying!" She shouted back

I look behind us. The cops are getting closer. An idea pops into my head but I feel a bit reluctant to go through with it.

Doing something like that out in the open won't be good for us. There has to be another way…

"Do you know of any shortcuts? Just something that'll get us off this road and away from the cops?" I ask Jocelyn
"Yeah, I do. It's coming up in a few miles."
"I don't think we can wait that long."
"There's nothing else I can do at the moment unless you have another plan."
I pause "I do have one idea… but if we get caught it's gonna get us into a hell of a lot more trouble than we're already in."
"I don't really like the sound of that but at this point all that matters is getting out of New York." She pauses for a few moments "Do whatever you have to do."
"Alright… slow down a bit."
"What?!"
"Trust me. Just do it!"
"Oh, god. I already regret this." Jocelyn sighs and begins to slow down.

The gap between us and the cops starts to get smaller. I carefully stand on the bike's seat, keeping a hand on Joc's shoulder to steady myself and turn around.

"Keep the bike steady." I tell her
"Alright. What the hell are you doing?!" She exclaims

I don't answer. I'll give her a good explanation later, if we get out of this alive. I then turn to the cop car and stand up, straightening myself out a bit more. After a few moments, I jump onto the hood of the cop. I quickly reach into the back of my shirt and pull my handgun. I cock it and shoot the window a couple times. The glass cracks and I kick it to make it come shattering upon the two police inside the car. The woman that is sitting on the passenger side gets her gun out but quickly shoot her both in the head and chest. I swing myself into the car to then get rid of the cop driving. He tries to fight back but I get a few hits in before I'm able to then snap his neck. I push his body aside and slide on over to his seat, taking control of the car. I speed up to get myself next to Jocelyn. She looks over to me and I give her a little wave. Her eyes widen in shock.

"That was your plan?!" She yells at me. I simply give her smirk as a reply.

Needing to find a way out of here, I look around the car to see if I can find something to help me. I end up tearing off a shirt from one of the police and wrap it around a few heavy items I found in the car and on the bodies themselves. I set it against the gas pedal, making sure it's at the right angle and pushing down on it all the way so the car doesn't go speeding off. I then climb out the car and crouch on the roof. Jocelyn seems to understand what I'm going to do and starts to speed up. She gets closer to the car and I'm able to then jump back on the bike. Jocelyn swerves a bit but regains control easily.

"So, how close are we to that shortcut of yours?" I ask
"It's coming right up. You know, I didn't see all that you did back there but I get the feeling it was all very impressive."
"Your flattery is appreciated but not needed." I respond.
"Yeah, I get that." She replies. "I heard few gunshots back there. You okay?"
"I'm perfectly fine." I say "The cops tried their best to kill me and they failed."
"What are you going to do with the car?" She asks
"I'm just gonna let run till it runs out of gas or crashes. I'm assuming we'll be far away from here whenever that happens."
"That we will. Here comes the shortcut."