forum Not Your Fairytale: Little Red Riding Hood // oxo // Romance // CLOSED

Started June 25, 2019 by @croccin-champagne

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"Why?" Morrigan was very quickly losing whatever calm she had managed, and was more focused on getting out and keeping from bursting into flames than anything. If she did, he'd be dead for sure.

Keith used his free arm to grab her arm. He was still looking out the cracked windshield. "Stop moving. And calm down," he said. "There is someone outside the car I and they are not friendly."

"Don' ever tell me t' calm down. It does the exact damn opposite." Morrigan muttered, yanking her arm from his grasp. Her skin was hot, abnormally so, and she knew that if he touched her for too long it would burn him. "Wha' can ya tell me abou' 'em from here."

"There are more than one, they are all excited, and it seems like they have surrounded the car," he seemed to be listening to them, yet hearing anything over the fire was near impossible. "They have guns."

She closed her eyes for a brief moment, quelling the fire inside her to run through a few half assed plans and ideas. Carefully, she slipped one hand into her open hoodie, pulling out the handgun she'd tossed to the ground just earlier. "Fuckin' a."

Keith looked at her for a moment, half out of shock and half out of annoyance. Then he shook his head and began trying to pull his arm out again. "Wanna tell me what you planned to do with that when we got to the jail?"

"The gun was a gift. I wa'n't jus' gonna let ya shove it in some evidence locker or somethin'." Morrigan said, as though it was obvious. And really, that was true. She didn't use it without reason, and getting out of a jail wasn't a very good reason, at least to her. Shifting the gun to her flesh hand, she used the metal one to carefully help free his arm.

It suddenly pulled free and Keith fell to the ground, or at the moment the roof, of the vehicle. He moved his arm around a little bit and pulled out his gun. "Let's try not to kill anyone, but I would like if we can take control of this situation," he grunted. "I can hear other sirens so we won't be alone for much longer." He kicked the windshield, and it crack some more. Then he looked at Morrigan. "You cross me and I will shoot you, ready?"

"Y'really think you're gettin' outta here without killin' anyone?" Morrigan asked, looking half amused and half disbelieving. Try not to kill anyone. That had to be a joke, right, when they were surrounded by gun-wielding strangers? Shaking her head, the corner of her mouth turned up in a wicked half grin. "Lead the way, copper."

"I said try, not don't," Keith looked at Morrigan. "Let's go!" He kicked the windshield again, and it shattered. Instantly, he rolled out with his gun drawn, hammering out orders loud enough the whole street probably heard him.

Morrigan was out of the wreckage and on her feet in a matter of seconds, already firing off a shot in answer to the one that had been fired at her as she stood, hitting the assailant in the leg. Everything ached, and the stinging pain under her eye only grew with the sudden movement, but she shoved that away for the time being.

"Hey, hey hey," someone called to them. "Everyone just calm down! Seriously you're gonna have a gun fight in the middle of the street?"
"We will if you attack us," Keith shouted.
"I didn't want my guys to attack you, but I will have them do that if your little girl friend shoots again," the voice continued.
"You shot first," Keith pointed out. He glanced at Morrigan through the corner of his eye.

"You shoot, I shoot. Easy." Morrigan said, leveling a slightly-crazed looking grin on the man speaking. Her smile tended to have two uses. Armor, or a weapon. And it was currently the latter. "Now, wha' the fuck d'ya think you're doin', turnin' over cars in the middle o' the street?"

"Just getting your attention," the person replied. "See, I have a problem, with you. And not just the little she devil criminal, no I have a problem with both of you. And I just needed to get your attention, because I am sick and tired of being ignored by people who think they're better than everyone else."
Keith looked at the man in confusion. "Okay, I'd like to have you explain for us in small easy to understand words, so you know what you're saying, how and when either of us considered ourselves above anyone else. Because, have you ever considered yourself better then other people?" He looked at Morrigan.

"Actually, I got cripplingly low self-esteem." Morrigan said, no trace of a joke anywhere on her face, despite the sharp smile. "So I guess it all depends on whether ya think you're someone other people'd think they're better than or not." Sure, passive-aggressive comments that may or may not be insulting weren't the best idea when, you know, staring death in the face, but he'd called her little.

"I know I haven't, and even if I tried, I would be even more ridiculed by people than I already am," Keith sighed. "But that means that everything you just said is a lie… so…"
"Shut up. Just shut up. You have nothing, you know nothing, you are nothing," the man shouted at them.
"Big words coming from the guy about to get his ass arrested," Keith replied.

"Excuse the fuck outta you, asswad." Morrigan said, wrinkling her nose slightly at the man. "If I was nothin', how the fuck d'ya think I got where I am? I built myself a name, man. Maybe you could do it too, if ya didn' spend so much time complainin' 'bout how rough ya got it."

"I hate to say it, but the girl's got a point, and I agree with it fully," Keith tipped his head sideways and then back up. "And that's saying something because, I do not like this woman."
"Oh, yeah because she has escaped the police for so long and you need the glory of putting her away. All you police need it," the man snapped.

Morrigan let out a laugh, tilting her head back. Her hair blazed in the light of the flames on the burning car, making her look that much more like a being of fire. "They won' keep me locked up long. I get bored easy. So, didja try'n kill us just t' chat?"

"No, I didn't even try to kill you," the man responded in a laugh. "Little miss farm girl, I came to make a point!" and with that he ripped out a gun faster than should have been humanly possible, fired once hitting Morrigan in her flesh arm. And fired again at Keith hitting him in the lower of his gut. "When you get out of the hospital just know that, I will be waiting." He fired again at Morrigan.

Morrigan hit the ground and rolled, the searing pain in her arm acting as a reminder to focus on their assailant. Even after being shot, her grin just grew, more her baring her teeth than anything as she fired off three shots in succession, hitting two of the men and narrowly missing the leader. "Sorry, pal." She said, returning to her feet and moving lightly on them, sort of dancing out of the way of the bullets that whizzed towards her. "I ain't that easy t' scare."

Keith had gone to the ground, clutching his gut. The man called his men back at they started retreating. "Just know little farm girl, you are not safe from me. You friends at that kitchen on the other side of town are not safe from me. And your precious little grandma isn't safe from me."

"If ya know what's good for ya, you'll leave all of 'em out o' this." Morrigan said, her eyes sparking angrily. She looked like she was, very literally, smoking, mainly the metal of her arm. "Only someone afraid o' facin' the target o' their anger takes it out on innocent people." She didn't wait for a response, shifting her gun to one hand as she crouched next to Keith, covering him in case they decided to go for one last shot to finish him off.

The man smiled at her in a crazy evil sort of way, and continued pulling back. "I guess you'll just have to wait and see what happens then won't you."

I will hunt you down and rip your throat out. Morrigan thought, shooting him one last withering look. She knew better than to turn her back on an attacker, but Keith was bleeding out. She looked away from the man to Keith, the broken cuffs glinting in the light as she reached into her hoodie and pulled out her bandana, handing it to him.