FAKE Drabble: Resisting Arrest
Title: Resisting Arrest
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, OMC
Rating: PG
Setting: Sometime during the manga.
Summary: Few arrests are easy, but some are harder than others.
Written For: The tw100 prompt ‘Anything Goes’
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
When you’re fighting for your life against a knife-wielding maniac, anything goes. The punk’s weapon had a six-inch blade, and he’d already used it to kill at least two people, so they’d known from the start that he was unlikely to let them take him in without a fight. They’d been right.
Screaming and spitting curses, he slashed at them with his knife, but they were at a serious disadvantage; there were too many people around to risk taking a shot at him. With the milling crowd and flashing strobe lighting inside the nightclub where they’d cornered him, it would’ve been easy to hit one the panicked patrons by accident.
So, they’d had to do it the hard way. Dee kept the punk’s attention, using his jacket to deflect the blade, knowing it would be ruined. Ryo circled around behind and hit the guy with the leg of a chair that had been broken in the scuffle, stunning him enough that they could disarm and cuff him. Not pretty, but very effective, which was what counted.
“Thought you knew karate?” Dee smirked at his partner.
“I do,” Ryo replied with a wry smile. “How d’you think the chair got broken?”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, OMC
Rating: PG
Setting: Sometime during the manga.
Summary: Few arrests are easy, but some are harder than others.
Written For: The tw100 prompt ‘Anything Goes’
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
When you’re fighting for your life against a knife-wielding maniac, anything goes. The punk’s weapon had a six-inch blade, and he’d already used it to kill at least two people, so they’d known from the start that he was unlikely to let them take him in without a fight. They’d been right.
Screaming and spitting curses, he slashed at them with his knife, but they were at a serious disadvantage; there were too many people around to risk taking a shot at him. With the milling crowd and flashing strobe lighting inside the nightclub where they’d cornered him, it would’ve been easy to hit one the panicked patrons by accident.
So, they’d had to do it the hard way. Dee kept the punk’s attention, using his jacket to deflect the blade, knowing it would be ruined. Ryo circled around behind and hit the guy with the leg of a chair that had been broken in the scuffle, stunning him enough that they could disarm and cuff him. Not pretty, but very effective, which was what counted.
“Thought you knew karate?” Dee smirked at his partner.
“I do,” Ryo replied with a wry smile. “How d’you think the chair got broken?”
The End