02-02-2017, 10:26 PM
Jay jumped up as fire flared before his eyes. The heat of it pelted his face. Teeth grit and rational thought fled, he watched, frozen with a mixture of awe and horror as the saber did its work.
Nox coldly wrapped the head from the sweater he pulled from his body. Only a man familiar with battle could nestle a decapitated head close. Even then, battle didn't exactly make a man willing to snuggle a severed head.
He was about to demand answers when Nox reminded him of the girl. Jay swore under his breath and saved them. Turning, he searched for her by the glow of firelight.
She hadn't made it far, crawling away, crying. Jay scooped her up like a doll as he passed. Strong arms kept her from writhing away on instinct, but he soon felt her relax, nestle her face against his chest, wrap her arms around his neck. He wanted to swear again.
The exit signs were distant red targets. It would definitely look bad to walk out in the company of a murderer and a half crazed girl who might say they were the ones to attack her. Her injuries weren't the worst. She'd live. It wasn't like she was forty miles from a hospital base. This was Moscow, the greatest city in the world.
"Don't know what you have planned for that gift basket you're carrying, but you should probably dump it between here and outside."
And with that, flash light beams penetrated the darkness. Yelling echoed through the empty auditorium. Feet shuffling quickly across cement floors. Police. Or worse.
They were unlikely to buy the story they would tell. Even if it was the truth. Jay lived it and he didn't believe it. He was carrying a wounded girl. Nox had blood on him. There was only one way out of this.
He stopped in the middle of the aisle and blocked Nox from proceeding. He reached for the hoodie, only slightly weirded out by its contents. A tuft of red hair stuck out the side. "Trade. You take her out. Say you were both wounded in the stampede. Or by that guy. Or by me. Whatever. And I'll get rid of this. I'll meet you five blocks south of here."
He waited for agreement, but wasn't willing to wait long. The calls of a team of men exploring the perimeter grew louder.
Nox coldly wrapped the head from the sweater he pulled from his body. Only a man familiar with battle could nestle a decapitated head close. Even then, battle didn't exactly make a man willing to snuggle a severed head.
He was about to demand answers when Nox reminded him of the girl. Jay swore under his breath and saved them. Turning, he searched for her by the glow of firelight.
She hadn't made it far, crawling away, crying. Jay scooped her up like a doll as he passed. Strong arms kept her from writhing away on instinct, but he soon felt her relax, nestle her face against his chest, wrap her arms around his neck. He wanted to swear again.
The exit signs were distant red targets. It would definitely look bad to walk out in the company of a murderer and a half crazed girl who might say they were the ones to attack her. Her injuries weren't the worst. She'd live. It wasn't like she was forty miles from a hospital base. This was Moscow, the greatest city in the world.
"Don't know what you have planned for that gift basket you're carrying, but you should probably dump it between here and outside."
And with that, flash light beams penetrated the darkness. Yelling echoed through the empty auditorium. Feet shuffling quickly across cement floors. Police. Or worse.
They were unlikely to buy the story they would tell. Even if it was the truth. Jay lived it and he didn't believe it. He was carrying a wounded girl. Nox had blood on him. There was only one way out of this.
He stopped in the middle of the aisle and blocked Nox from proceeding. He reached for the hoodie, only slightly weirded out by its contents. A tuft of red hair stuck out the side. "Trade. You take her out. Say you were both wounded in the stampede. Or by that guy. Or by me. Whatever. And I'll get rid of this. I'll meet you five blocks south of here."
He waited for agreement, but wasn't willing to wait long. The calls of a team of men exploring the perimeter grew louder.
Only darkness shows you the light.