06-07-2014, 08:46 AM
Connor was sitting up, becoming aware of the cold seeping into his pants. He could think clearly now and while Jensen was troubled, he didn't seem worried with fear. He must have gotten the kids away from here. That was good at least. He looked at the fire and wondered what had happened there. Didn't seem like something Jensen would do.
Then he looked at his chest, shirt torn and bloody. So he hadn't imagined it. He had been shot, but Jensen had healed him. This time he was only mildly surprised. He was starting to get used to this new universe he found himself in. He thought of Ayden and his spirits lifted. He wondered if she knew her power could be used to heal.
He tuned into the converstation. "This was all a big mistake,"
Jensen was saying. Connor was tired of freezing in the snow, despite the heat of the fire. He tried to get up- and stumbled a bit at first. Jensen tried to help but he waved him off. He was ok. He finally pulled himself so he was standing upright. He was going to need some rest, but he was good for now. Better than good. He felt elated, the adrenaline rush gone from his body, relieved that they had saved those kids and not gotten killed. Well, I almost did, he said, marveling at the situation.
The other man was going through the dead men's clothes, throwing things into the van. He seemed irritated and it showed by the movements he made. "Fucking own up to it, Texan. Lessons learned. Go cry to a shrink if you can't handle it, otherwise get your boy-toy in the van and lets get the fuck out of here."
He didn't look the least bit concerned or guilty about the dead men he was stealing from. Frankly, Connor felt the same way.
"He's right Jensen. I'm not gonna apologize for killing that guy up there."
For a moment, he thought of that little girl seeing it. Well, maybe he was sorry for that part. A lot sorry actually. But not about the man dying at his hand, not for what he was doing. "We came to get the kids out and that's what we did. I presume they are somewhere safe, from the way you are acting."
After a nod from Jensen. "Well then, these guys got nothing but what they deserved. Better really. Real justice would have had them being helpless and raped."
He spat at one of the bodies.
He turned and saw their- he didn't know what this guy was, but from the things he said- and the fact that he knew Jensen didn't have the stomach to have killed these men- an ally of sorts. The man was serious and gruff, and his words only made it clear how very casual this sort of thing was for him. But there was an edge of humor in his words. A fucking saint indeed, Connor thought, laughing inside.
He went to the van where the man was sitting in the driver's seat, waiting expectantly. Connor looked him in the eye, face serious. "It's not boy-toy, it's Connor. Not my thing."
And then his face broke into a grin and he laughed- Man, he felt good!- to show that there was no malice intended. "And FU-UCK water!!"
Looking down at the holes in his shirt he went on. "If I've got a leak in me then I want to find out with the good stuff. Beer, whiskey, whatever."
He then jumped into the open back door and sat down. "So if you wanna get a drink, then let's do it. Otherwise, you can drop me off at home- Moscow Suites Apartments on Arbat street."
Ayden was probably still home asleep. He wasn't sure how we was going to explain the bloody shirt or that on his hands, but at this point, he didn't care.
Then he looked at his chest, shirt torn and bloody. So he hadn't imagined it. He had been shot, but Jensen had healed him. This time he was only mildly surprised. He was starting to get used to this new universe he found himself in. He thought of Ayden and his spirits lifted. He wondered if she knew her power could be used to heal.
He tuned into the converstation. "This was all a big mistake,"
Jensen was saying. Connor was tired of freezing in the snow, despite the heat of the fire. He tried to get up- and stumbled a bit at first. Jensen tried to help but he waved him off. He was ok. He finally pulled himself so he was standing upright. He was going to need some rest, but he was good for now. Better than good. He felt elated, the adrenaline rush gone from his body, relieved that they had saved those kids and not gotten killed. Well, I almost did, he said, marveling at the situation.
The other man was going through the dead men's clothes, throwing things into the van. He seemed irritated and it showed by the movements he made. "Fucking own up to it, Texan. Lessons learned. Go cry to a shrink if you can't handle it, otherwise get your boy-toy in the van and lets get the fuck out of here."
He didn't look the least bit concerned or guilty about the dead men he was stealing from. Frankly, Connor felt the same way.
"He's right Jensen. I'm not gonna apologize for killing that guy up there."
For a moment, he thought of that little girl seeing it. Well, maybe he was sorry for that part. A lot sorry actually. But not about the man dying at his hand, not for what he was doing. "We came to get the kids out and that's what we did. I presume they are somewhere safe, from the way you are acting."
After a nod from Jensen. "Well then, these guys got nothing but what they deserved. Better really. Real justice would have had them being helpless and raped."
He spat at one of the bodies.
He turned and saw their- he didn't know what this guy was, but from the things he said- and the fact that he knew Jensen didn't have the stomach to have killed these men- an ally of sorts. The man was serious and gruff, and his words only made it clear how very casual this sort of thing was for him. But there was an edge of humor in his words. A fucking saint indeed, Connor thought, laughing inside.
He went to the van where the man was sitting in the driver's seat, waiting expectantly. Connor looked him in the eye, face serious. "It's not boy-toy, it's Connor. Not my thing."
And then his face broke into a grin and he laughed- Man, he felt good!- to show that there was no malice intended. "And FU-UCK water!!"
Looking down at the holes in his shirt he went on. "If I've got a leak in me then I want to find out with the good stuff. Beer, whiskey, whatever."
He then jumped into the open back door and sat down. "So if you wanna get a drink, then let's do it. Otherwise, you can drop me off at home- Moscow Suites Apartments on Arbat street."
Ayden was probably still home asleep. He wasn't sure how we was going to explain the bloody shirt or that on his hands, but at this point, he didn't care.