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whattingawhat) wrote2008-08-24 10:28 pm
whattingawhat) wrote2008-08-24 10:28 pm
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Dusting off your savior [Forgiving any behavior]
[“You're good, baby, I'll give you that... but me? I'm magic.”
| Daredevil]
: Each voice here is done by their respective muns. Buffy=![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
whattingawhat, Danny=stillacrime and Mac=at_anycost. This goes with the quadruple murder storyline.
Danny has been missing for almost seventy-two hours. Buffy is working on instinct more than anything because she's beyond exhausted. She's only gone home to shower and change at semi regular intervals. She tried sleep a couple of times to no avail. The thought of food made her nauseous. At Angel's suggestion, she's got a vampire on a leash. He's old, pissed off and in pain because it took a lot of coercion to convince him to play bloodhound. Her belt is wound around the vampire's throat, his hands are tied behind his back with some sort of electrical wiring she ripped out of the wall and she's got her cross wrapped around her wrist, dangling close to his neck. He thinks he's going to go scott free when he finds Danny for her. Obviously, he's not that old. Angel called her earlier and gave her some likely areas to search in, she's on the third one when Red Rover perks up.
"Over there," he nods toward a warehouse. "Lot of blood, lot of it old and someone in there that still smells a little like you."
A smile, the first in days, curves Buffy's lips. "Good boy," she pats the vampire on the head, cross swinging close to his cheek. The windows are papered over with butcher paper and she can't see much but there's this feeling in her gut. Maybe it's just hope and maybe it's wrong but this is the first real hit she's had since she started dragging old Yeller around.
"Give me your coat," she tells the vampire and he shoots her a look. "Oh please, like you don't look like a retard wearing a coat in August?"
The vampire curses at her and shrugs his shoulders. "You're gonna have to untie me for that, Slayer." The smirk on his face tells her that he thinks he's won and the promised land of free flowing blood and pure virgins lies just beyond the next alley. She bites her tongue at taunting him and grabs the sheathed dagger she stuffed in the waistband of her pants at the small of her back. One pull slices through the electrical wire on his wrists and she jerks the coat off with the other. She turns her wrist and the blade of the dagger slides into his heart just as easily as it cut the wires. The dagger's core is oak, dipped in steel and honed to a razor edge. The vampire dusts before he realizes what is happening and Buffy wraps her right fist in the coat.
Buffy takes her cellphone out of her back pocket and dials the number Mac gave her to call him if she needed anything. She's short and terse, to the point. She tells him she's found him and gives him the address then hangs up her phone. She makes certain it is set to silent then she punches a window in a shadowed corner out until she can wiggle through the window. She feels a piece of glass slice into her shoulder blade as she slips through, landing softly on her sneaker clad feet. She lands in a cat crouch and waits for a moment, listening, smelling, letting her eyes adjust to the dimmer light. She can hear the low murmurs of people scattered throughout the room but gathered in a general area. She creeps closer, finding a spot between some crates where she can see through.
Danny is against a concrete wall and he looks bad, covered in blood. A lot of it is dry but some of it is fresh. He's asleep or passed out on the floor and for one tiny moment, hurt sears through her. She pushes it back and down, away somewhere locked in a room inside of her. She can deal with emotions later. She studies the room, creeping around until she can single out one guy. She presses her toes against one wooden crate, pushing it half an inch along the concrete floor. It makes a noise so tiny that the overweight thug holding down his corner of the room thinks it's just a rat but it's better to check it out anyway.
Buffy leans out of the shadow, her hand covering his mouth. She twists his head back just enough that he passes out but not hard enough to snap his neck. She lowers the guy to the ground then hits him hard in the temple with the hilt of her dagger. She doesn't feel bad as the blood blooms across his skin. She takes two more guards out the same way, leaving five in the central area just a few feet from where Danny is laying. They're so busy discussing the new season of Lost they don't even notice the three guys they're down. She tucks the dagger back at the small of her back and pulls the hair tie holding her hair in a ponytail out. Blonde curls fall around her shoulders and she rakes a hand through her hair. The jeans she's wearing live with lip gloss in the front pocket so she takes it out and slicks some on her lips before she saunters out into the main room.
"So, I'm looking for a rave. My friend told me it was here and Oh My God...if this is one of those kinky sex parties I so don't wanna be here."
That certainly gets their attention, all five men turning to focus on the one tiny little blonde walking into their midst, hips swinging, hair bouncing and eyes wide as they look to Danny and then to the group of men.
"Honey...you don't need to be here, just turn 'round walk right outta here. Rave's usually go down a few streets from here."
"Hey now, if she's lookin' for a kinky sex party..." one of the says as he leers at her. Buffy smiles at him, biting her bottom lip as she takes a step toward him.
"You know, I've always had this thing for a guy in a suit," she says as she moves within an arm's reach. "And Oh Dear God I suck at undercover," she quips as she slams the heel of her hand up into the guy's nose. Blood gushes and there's a moment of absolute stillness. The only sound, the only movement is from the guy with the broken nose that's flailing and screaming. She launches a flying roundhouse kick to the guy's temple, sending him to the ground and lands in a crouch. A leg sweep takes the next guy down and she scrambles back to reassess the situation.
"Hey Boyfriend, how you doing back there? Sorry I took so long but I had an appointment for a mani/pedi and they threw in a free massage." She's not entirely sure Danny is awake enough to hear her, but it makes her feel better to talk anyway.
Danny thinks that he hears movement but it sounds too far away as most everything does right now. The new voice is familiar although it also seems a hollowed out echo of the voice he knows. He strains his hearing to try to focus on that one voice. Female. Buffy. "Buffy..." He can't tell whether he actually gets the word out or not in the condition he's in. Even in his mind he sounds tired, weary and hoarse. He doesn't try to move for fear of losing that voice... her voice. The only thing he can think is 'finally'. He's not going to die here.
Except... the cold barrel of a gun is pressed to the back of his head into blood-soaked hair just where he's been continually hit for the last seventy-two hours. It hurts, causing him to cry out. "Wait... wait." The word comes out twice in a puff of air.
"No waiting. Hey! Blondie! Time for you to get outta here." The man says.
Buffy stops for a half a second then tosses her hair over her shoulder. The guys behind her are pulling it together and she knows in a minute she's going to have five fully functional thugs to deal with. Right now, her priority is getting that gun off Danny. "Oh, am I ruining all your big bad plans?" she says with something of a pout in her voice. She's pushing buttons, betting on reactions she's not sure she's going to get and there's a breath of relief that rushes past her lips when the gun swings in her direction. Her muscles are all coiled tight, ready for action and she's watching his trigger finger as she moves closer. The minute he squeezes she's in motion, falling to the side rolling forward and kicking up so quickly it is literally almost a blur. She hears the guy's wrist snap as her foot connects with it and his gun flies out of his hand, sliding across the floor. Buffy picks it up as she gets to her feet. With her other hand she grabs gun guy by the throat and pins him to the concrete wall, his feet dangling off the floor. She dangles the gun from the fingers of her right hand almost delicately.
"See, that's why I never liked these things. They're loud, they smell-" she lowers the guy a little, forcing him down to her height so she can get right in his face and the look on her face is down right fucking scary. "And some people can move faster than them," she growls as she tosses the gun halfway across the room. She can hear a lot of gasps and some scrambling as a couple of guys decide getting the hell out of there is a damn good idea.
She glances over to see that there's only two guys left standing and the one she's choking. Crap, she should probably let him breathe before he turns blue. She eases up a little, just enough for him to get one big, long gasp of air before she closes his airway with a squeeze of her fingers. He will never know how hard it is not to squeeze a little harder and snap his neck.
"You hurt my boyfriend," she says to him in a low voice. She catches movement out of the corner of her eye and looks up to see the braver of the dumb duo holding a gun on her. Buffy smirks at him. "Do you really want to try it? Because Sonny Ravaloi here didn't think I could move faster than a bullet and he's...oh well he's having trouble breathing. Take a number, I'll get to you."
About that time the guy's eyes roll up in his head and Buffy lets him drop. She delivers a sharp kick to his ribs as she steps over him and starts toward Dumb. She watches as the gun in his hand shakes a little more and he pulls the trigger. Buffy moves just a little too slowly, dodging to the side and forward. She feels the burning, sting across her right bicep. She balls up her fist, catching the guy across the jaw with an upper cut. He stumbles back but she grabs his right wrist. She twists his arm up and behind him, twisting it a little too far and the bone snaps. He screams as she shoves him toward the final guy. They try, fighting back but they're human and she's a pissed off slayer. The punches they do land don't even make her pause and that scares them even more. She doesn't stop beating until they're bloody and almost incoherent. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realizes that she's got to get this cleaned up and quick because Mac is on his way with a bunch of police officers that think she's a normal girl.
She finds a roll of duct tape without much effort, tapes Dumb and dumber together. They don't put up a struggle because they're beaten half dead. She tapes up the guy who'd held a gun to Danny's head, getting several shots into his ribs and 'accidentally' slamming his head up against the concrete hard enough to give him a concussion. She's not sure what happened to the two guys she took out to get to this point but she knows they're not dead and their guns are missing so she's not worried about it. Buffy crouches down next to Danny, smoothing one hand gently over his forehead. "It's okay now, Baby. I'm here and they're not going to hurt you anymore," she whispers. There are tears behind her words, shining in her eyes but she's holding it together for a little while longer. She grabs one of the chains, braces her foot against the wall and pulls. It takes effort and strains muscles already tired from days of abuse but the chains snap. She sits back down next to Danny and half pulls him into her lap, cradling him against her. "I can break the cuffs but it might hurt. Do you want me to?" she asks.
As he was shuffled into her lap, Danny felt the movement exacerbate the pain in his side. And then his head swam again and he groaned. "Wanna go home, Summers. Wanna go home." He thought about saying the words, but he wasn't sure that they came out at all. In the distance sirens sounded, the police growing closer and closer.
There were more than a dozen police cars that screeched to a halt in front of what should have been an abandoned warehouse. As it was, when Buffy had given him the address, Mac had sent it in to Lindsay. They had found that the lot was registered under the name Fred Gamble. Mac happened to be riding with Angell. He knew that a few of the cars had Flack and Morasca in them somewhere.
The instant that the car stopped, even before it came to a complete stop, Mac was out of the vehicle. Weapon drawn, he was running towards the warehouse behind the other uniforms and detectives. Echos of 'clear' as they cleared the building were repeated. In the back, in a spacious room, he found Buffy on the floor with Danny unconscious in her lap. "Is he alive?"
"Just barely. He needs a doctor now."
Mac glanced back to Flack already on his phone calling a bus in. After studying the men bound around the room and the chains ripped from the wall, he moved to kneel next to Danny and pressed his fingers to his wrist to feel for a pulse that he found weak. Shaking his head, he looked to Buffy. "You and I are going to have to have a talk later."
| Daredevil]
: Each voice here is done by their respective muns. Buffy=
whattingawhat, Danny=stillacrime and Mac=at_anycost. This goes with the quadruple murder storyline.Danny has been missing for almost seventy-two hours. Buffy is working on instinct more than anything because she's beyond exhausted. She's only gone home to shower and change at semi regular intervals. She tried sleep a couple of times to no avail. The thought of food made her nauseous. At Angel's suggestion, she's got a vampire on a leash. He's old, pissed off and in pain because it took a lot of coercion to convince him to play bloodhound. Her belt is wound around the vampire's throat, his hands are tied behind his back with some sort of electrical wiring she ripped out of the wall and she's got her cross wrapped around her wrist, dangling close to his neck. He thinks he's going to go scott free when he finds Danny for her. Obviously, he's not that old. Angel called her earlier and gave her some likely areas to search in, she's on the third one when Red Rover perks up.
"Over there," he nods toward a warehouse. "Lot of blood, lot of it old and someone in there that still smells a little like you."
A smile, the first in days, curves Buffy's lips. "Good boy," she pats the vampire on the head, cross swinging close to his cheek. The windows are papered over with butcher paper and she can't see much but there's this feeling in her gut. Maybe it's just hope and maybe it's wrong but this is the first real hit she's had since she started dragging old Yeller around.
"Give me your coat," she tells the vampire and he shoots her a look. "Oh please, like you don't look like a retard wearing a coat in August?"
The vampire curses at her and shrugs his shoulders. "You're gonna have to untie me for that, Slayer." The smirk on his face tells her that he thinks he's won and the promised land of free flowing blood and pure virgins lies just beyond the next alley. She bites her tongue at taunting him and grabs the sheathed dagger she stuffed in the waistband of her pants at the small of her back. One pull slices through the electrical wire on his wrists and she jerks the coat off with the other. She turns her wrist and the blade of the dagger slides into his heart just as easily as it cut the wires. The dagger's core is oak, dipped in steel and honed to a razor edge. The vampire dusts before he realizes what is happening and Buffy wraps her right fist in the coat.
Buffy takes her cellphone out of her back pocket and dials the number Mac gave her to call him if she needed anything. She's short and terse, to the point. She tells him she's found him and gives him the address then hangs up her phone. She makes certain it is set to silent then she punches a window in a shadowed corner out until she can wiggle through the window. She feels a piece of glass slice into her shoulder blade as she slips through, landing softly on her sneaker clad feet. She lands in a cat crouch and waits for a moment, listening, smelling, letting her eyes adjust to the dimmer light. She can hear the low murmurs of people scattered throughout the room but gathered in a general area. She creeps closer, finding a spot between some crates where she can see through.
Danny is against a concrete wall and he looks bad, covered in blood. A lot of it is dry but some of it is fresh. He's asleep or passed out on the floor and for one tiny moment, hurt sears through her. She pushes it back and down, away somewhere locked in a room inside of her. She can deal with emotions later. She studies the room, creeping around until she can single out one guy. She presses her toes against one wooden crate, pushing it half an inch along the concrete floor. It makes a noise so tiny that the overweight thug holding down his corner of the room thinks it's just a rat but it's better to check it out anyway.
Buffy leans out of the shadow, her hand covering his mouth. She twists his head back just enough that he passes out but not hard enough to snap his neck. She lowers the guy to the ground then hits him hard in the temple with the hilt of her dagger. She doesn't feel bad as the blood blooms across his skin. She takes two more guards out the same way, leaving five in the central area just a few feet from where Danny is laying. They're so busy discussing the new season of Lost they don't even notice the three guys they're down. She tucks the dagger back at the small of her back and pulls the hair tie holding her hair in a ponytail out. Blonde curls fall around her shoulders and she rakes a hand through her hair. The jeans she's wearing live with lip gloss in the front pocket so she takes it out and slicks some on her lips before she saunters out into the main room.
"So, I'm looking for a rave. My friend told me it was here and Oh My God...if this is one of those kinky sex parties I so don't wanna be here."
That certainly gets their attention, all five men turning to focus on the one tiny little blonde walking into their midst, hips swinging, hair bouncing and eyes wide as they look to Danny and then to the group of men.
"Honey...you don't need to be here, just turn 'round walk right outta here. Rave's usually go down a few streets from here."
"Hey now, if she's lookin' for a kinky sex party..." one of the says as he leers at her. Buffy smiles at him, biting her bottom lip as she takes a step toward him.
"You know, I've always had this thing for a guy in a suit," she says as she moves within an arm's reach. "And Oh Dear God I suck at undercover," she quips as she slams the heel of her hand up into the guy's nose. Blood gushes and there's a moment of absolute stillness. The only sound, the only movement is from the guy with the broken nose that's flailing and screaming. She launches a flying roundhouse kick to the guy's temple, sending him to the ground and lands in a crouch. A leg sweep takes the next guy down and she scrambles back to reassess the situation.
"Hey Boyfriend, how you doing back there? Sorry I took so long but I had an appointment for a mani/pedi and they threw in a free massage." She's not entirely sure Danny is awake enough to hear her, but it makes her feel better to talk anyway.
Danny thinks that he hears movement but it sounds too far away as most everything does right now. The new voice is familiar although it also seems a hollowed out echo of the voice he knows. He strains his hearing to try to focus on that one voice. Female. Buffy. "Buffy..." He can't tell whether he actually gets the word out or not in the condition he's in. Even in his mind he sounds tired, weary and hoarse. He doesn't try to move for fear of losing that voice... her voice. The only thing he can think is 'finally'. He's not going to die here.
Except... the cold barrel of a gun is pressed to the back of his head into blood-soaked hair just where he's been continually hit for the last seventy-two hours. It hurts, causing him to cry out. "Wait... wait." The word comes out twice in a puff of air.
"No waiting. Hey! Blondie! Time for you to get outta here." The man says.
Buffy stops for a half a second then tosses her hair over her shoulder. The guys behind her are pulling it together and she knows in a minute she's going to have five fully functional thugs to deal with. Right now, her priority is getting that gun off Danny. "Oh, am I ruining all your big bad plans?" she says with something of a pout in her voice. She's pushing buttons, betting on reactions she's not sure she's going to get and there's a breath of relief that rushes past her lips when the gun swings in her direction. Her muscles are all coiled tight, ready for action and she's watching his trigger finger as she moves closer. The minute he squeezes she's in motion, falling to the side rolling forward and kicking up so quickly it is literally almost a blur. She hears the guy's wrist snap as her foot connects with it and his gun flies out of his hand, sliding across the floor. Buffy picks it up as she gets to her feet. With her other hand she grabs gun guy by the throat and pins him to the concrete wall, his feet dangling off the floor. She dangles the gun from the fingers of her right hand almost delicately.
"See, that's why I never liked these things. They're loud, they smell-" she lowers the guy a little, forcing him down to her height so she can get right in his face and the look on her face is down right fucking scary. "And some people can move faster than them," she growls as she tosses the gun halfway across the room. She can hear a lot of gasps and some scrambling as a couple of guys decide getting the hell out of there is a damn good idea.
She glances over to see that there's only two guys left standing and the one she's choking. Crap, she should probably let him breathe before he turns blue. She eases up a little, just enough for him to get one big, long gasp of air before she closes his airway with a squeeze of her fingers. He will never know how hard it is not to squeeze a little harder and snap his neck.
"You hurt my boyfriend," she says to him in a low voice. She catches movement out of the corner of her eye and looks up to see the braver of the dumb duo holding a gun on her. Buffy smirks at him. "Do you really want to try it? Because Sonny Ravaloi here didn't think I could move faster than a bullet and he's...oh well he's having trouble breathing. Take a number, I'll get to you."
About that time the guy's eyes roll up in his head and Buffy lets him drop. She delivers a sharp kick to his ribs as she steps over him and starts toward Dumb. She watches as the gun in his hand shakes a little more and he pulls the trigger. Buffy moves just a little too slowly, dodging to the side and forward. She feels the burning, sting across her right bicep. She balls up her fist, catching the guy across the jaw with an upper cut. He stumbles back but she grabs his right wrist. She twists his arm up and behind him, twisting it a little too far and the bone snaps. He screams as she shoves him toward the final guy. They try, fighting back but they're human and she's a pissed off slayer. The punches they do land don't even make her pause and that scares them even more. She doesn't stop beating until they're bloody and almost incoherent. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realizes that she's got to get this cleaned up and quick because Mac is on his way with a bunch of police officers that think she's a normal girl.
She finds a roll of duct tape without much effort, tapes Dumb and dumber together. They don't put up a struggle because they're beaten half dead. She tapes up the guy who'd held a gun to Danny's head, getting several shots into his ribs and 'accidentally' slamming his head up against the concrete hard enough to give him a concussion. She's not sure what happened to the two guys she took out to get to this point but she knows they're not dead and their guns are missing so she's not worried about it. Buffy crouches down next to Danny, smoothing one hand gently over his forehead. "It's okay now, Baby. I'm here and they're not going to hurt you anymore," she whispers. There are tears behind her words, shining in her eyes but she's holding it together for a little while longer. She grabs one of the chains, braces her foot against the wall and pulls. It takes effort and strains muscles already tired from days of abuse but the chains snap. She sits back down next to Danny and half pulls him into her lap, cradling him against her. "I can break the cuffs but it might hurt. Do you want me to?" she asks.
As he was shuffled into her lap, Danny felt the movement exacerbate the pain in his side. And then his head swam again and he groaned. "Wanna go home, Summers. Wanna go home." He thought about saying the words, but he wasn't sure that they came out at all. In the distance sirens sounded, the police growing closer and closer.
There were more than a dozen police cars that screeched to a halt in front of what should have been an abandoned warehouse. As it was, when Buffy had given him the address, Mac had sent it in to Lindsay. They had found that the lot was registered under the name Fred Gamble. Mac happened to be riding with Angell. He knew that a few of the cars had Flack and Morasca in them somewhere.
The instant that the car stopped, even before it came to a complete stop, Mac was out of the vehicle. Weapon drawn, he was running towards the warehouse behind the other uniforms and detectives. Echos of 'clear' as they cleared the building were repeated. In the back, in a spacious room, he found Buffy on the floor with Danny unconscious in her lap. "Is he alive?"
"Just barely. He needs a doctor now."
Mac glanced back to Flack already on his phone calling a bus in. After studying the men bound around the room and the chains ripped from the wall, he moved to kneel next to Danny and pressed his fingers to his wrist to feel for a pulse that he found weak. Shaking his head, he looked to Buffy. "You and I are going to have to have a talk later."