"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.
The people that had attacked them disappeared into the night. Sirens closed in on them and cop cars began appearing. Keith took the bandanna, and managed to stand up despite his injury. "Are you hurt?" he was breathing relatively hard.
"Everywhere." Morrigan said, standing as he did. With a flick of her hand, her gun was gone. "But it ain' anythin' I ain't dealt with before. You look pretty worse for wear though. Press that t' the wound, with a decent bit o' pressure. Bullet in there for sure?"
"I've been worse than this before, I'll live," Keith couldn't help but laugh a little, which hurt, but he did anyway. "I'm going to guess that was the gang I was talking about earlier. Dumb mistake letting me ID them, and walk away alive. I have a feeling however, that they were just getting warmed up, did you see how fast he drew?"
"The Flash wishes he could." Morrigan muttered to herself, not-very-carefully shrugging out of her hoodie. She glared at the bullet hole in the arm, at the rips and burns and blood, before tying it around her waist, something heavy in the pocket swinging for a moment. "Too fuckin' fast, tha's how." She said, examining where the bullet had entered her arm with a seemingly unconcerned gaze. The removal of her jacket made the cuts she'd received in the crash visible, along with all the scars littering her arm and shoulder. What stood out most though, was the mechanical prosthetic, now bared for the world to see.
Cop cars came screaming to a halt and deputies were out and questioning what had happened. They questioned Morrigan to find out more of what had happened. Keith slipped in at one point that Morrigan had saved his life, but didn't bring a lo of attention to it.
Morrigan was about as helpful as one would expect her to be, not wasting any opportunity to be an ass, but at the same time being fairly forthcoming. It pissed off a few deputies that she didn't give them her full attention, instead riffling through her pockets one at a time. Eventually, she found what she was looking for, pulling out a pair of tweezers and beginning to remove the bullet from her arm as she half-assed answering questions.
An ambulance was called and Keith was taken to get treated. Some other deputies cuffed Morrigan again and began leading her to one of their patrol vehicles. Keith watched them start taking her away and couldn't help but breath out a sigh of relief. She had almost witnessed him lose control, and that could have ended horribly.
"Wait! Wait wait wait." Morrigan slipped from the hands holding her cuffs, turning to look over at Keith. "Ya gonna be alright, Gun Man?" She asked, her cuffs already back in front of her to press the sleeve she'd torn from her hoodie against her bleeding arm. There was a slightly concerning amount of blood on her face, under that cut that was starting to look more and more worrying, but she was grinning.
Keith looked over at her and nodded. "I'll be fine, you worry about you please. I'd like if you didn't end up dead or something like that," he replied. The panic that had been burning in his chest was starting to where off.
"Migh' be better off if I did." Morrigan said, shrugging her metal shoulder as a flicker of something serious passed over her face. "Tell your people t' keep mine safe, would ya? I won' be able t' do it myself, righ' now."
"I will see what I can do," he replied. He was being treated for his gun wound and the other injuries he sustained from the crash. All the while thinking of what might have happened if he had lost control while Morrigan was there. He sure seemed calm and collected during it, and he even seemed calm now. But he had been on the verge of losing all control, and someone would have been hurt if he had. He hoped that Morrigan didn't question at any point how he could have known that there were people there, when hearing over the sound of the fire was nearly impossible.
((Should we skip on ahead? To the transport?))
(sure)
It had been two days since Morrigan had been arrested. After the attack, she'd been taken to the closest jail and put under twenty-four hour surveillance, very obviously to protect others from her, as opposed to protecting her from the people that wanted her dead. She wasn't too concerned about that, though. She was more concerned about her grandmother, and friends and coworkers. She hadn't heard anything from or about her arresting officer, either, so she had no clue if he'd acted upon his promise to try and get them protection.
She was in her cell, now, feigning sleep. She hadn't slept since the night before the accident, and it showed in the dark bags under her eyes, if one looked a bit closer. None of the officers did, though, because they all thought she had been sleeping. In fact, they were discussing her being moved to a transport ship right now, because they thought she was asleep. Resisting the urge to laugh, she curled up on the cold bench, missing her hoodie and wishing she at least had something more than a goddamn camisole she'd been wearing for two days, that was still stained with her own blood and ripped in places.
Keith was back out on the streets in his patrol car. Technically he shouldn't have been and should have been at home resting, but he was stubborn and chose not to be there. He was sitting in his patrol car, a little ways from the place where he had arrested Morrigan. If anyone came out they would see him. He just hoped that if they were sore at him for arresting Morrigan, they would give him the chance to explain why he was here before kicking him to a bloody pulp, as he knew they could.
An older woman with a red head scarf, that matched the color Morrigan's hoodie had been, squinted as she spotted the patrol car. Changing directions, she started towards it at a brisk pace, making it obvious she had every intention of talking to Keith. Once she had reached the patrol car, she knocked three times on the window before lowering her arm, waiting for him to roll it down as her steely grey eyes studied him with a sharp gaze, one that very much resembled Morrigan's. In fact, the woman looked quite a bit like Morrigan, from the shape of her nose, to the way one eyes squinted slightly as she eyed Keith.
Keith took a breath, placed his hand on his taser but not pulling it out, and rolled down the window. "Can I help you ma'am?"
"You are the one Maria told me about, no? The officer that arrested my granddaughter." The woman said more than asked, her words coated with a thick French accent.
"That I am, ma'am," he sighed. "Officer Monto. Ma'am you realize that your granddaughter has stolen, on many occasions, and also assaulted people, right? Not to mention evading the police. I hate to say it, but she brought this on herself, and I can't really change that. I am only here because there has been a threat on you and everyone here, and your granddaughter asked me to keep you safe."
"Oh, don't you give me that." She said, rolling her eyes and placing her hands on her hips. "You don't think I know exactly what my granddaughter gets up to? The only one missing pieces of the puzzle is you, mister." She shook her head, the loose end of the headscarf fluttering slightly. "I did not come here for you to tell me she is a thief. I am here to make you promise me to keep her safe."