Prompt #100: Pick Your Own Adam Song Lyric
Title: Hollywood Sold Out
Pairing/Characters: Tommy (as Blues), Adam (as Hollywood)
Rating (Word Count): T (4x100)
Warning(s): action-based violence and a cliffhanger because I'm evil like that
Author's notes: Lyric taken from Ghost Town. Fic inspired by the 'verse of the Bad Blood video (I know, I know). I watched it, had some feels, made a couple edits, and then this happened.
Blues kicked up his leg in a split-second to knock down the flunky who'd attempted to surprise him from the side. Behind him he heard Hollywood flipping over two similar scumbags with his iron-grip technique, leaving them screaming for mercy with broken wrists.
They'd infiltrated the office earlier, posing as agents, but it was a lie as much as this place was: a "talent school" that was actually a front for a prostitution ring. The Glamily didn't care for the idea of young people being taken advantage of.
Blues stood a thick heel on a man's chest. "Where're the files?"
*
"Kiss my ass, punk- aah!" he screamed after Blues twisted his foot enough to crack some ribs. "All right, the safe's behind the portrait," he croaked, "just tap the green jewels."
"Hollywood, get the files so we can get out of here!" Blues called out and threw a punch over his shoulder to one last flunky.
"Way ahead of you," he heard the other man stalk over.
Blues kicked a fallen sleazeball out of his way like any other bag of garbage and saw Hollywood retrieve the suitcase purportedly filled with falsified tax reports and who knew how much money.
*
He turned on the communication device hidden in his suit lapel. "Raja, it's Blues. Mission accomplished. Call an ambulance for the girls while Hollywood and I take the files to the police-"
Click.
"Oh, I don't think you're going anywhere."
Blues looked up to see Hollywood's silver gun pointed right at his temple.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"The hell does it look like?" Hollywood smirked and brandished the suitcase like an extra weapon. "I'm about to walk out of here a millionaire and there isn't a damn thing you or precious Glamily can do about it."
*
"Wha-" Sirens sounded outside. Those couldn't have been the ambulances Raja was calling for-
"And guess who's gonna take the fall?"
Blues felt his eyes burn with the anger of realization. "You fucking bastard! Six years of working together and you sell the Glamily out?"
"Can't stay stuck in the past, baby Blues. Gotta go where the money is."
Even knowing their reflexes were matched in speed, Blues kicked a leg up in hoping to knock the gun out of Hollywood's hand-
And felt a sharp metal pain in his shoulder as he stumbled backwards towards the plate glass window.
Pairing/Characters: Tommy (as Blues), Adam (as Hollywood)
Rating (Word Count): T (4x100)
Warning(s): action-based violence and a cliffhanger because I'm evil like that
Author's notes: Lyric taken from Ghost Town. Fic inspired by the 'verse of the Bad Blood video (I know, I know). I watched it, had some feels, made a couple edits, and then this happened.
Blues kicked up his leg in a split-second to knock down the flunky who'd attempted to surprise him from the side. Behind him he heard Hollywood flipping over two similar scumbags with his iron-grip technique, leaving them screaming for mercy with broken wrists.
They'd infiltrated the office earlier, posing as agents, but it was a lie as much as this place was: a "talent school" that was actually a front for a prostitution ring. The Glamily didn't care for the idea of young people being taken advantage of.
Blues stood a thick heel on a man's chest. "Where're the files?"
*
"Kiss my ass, punk- aah!" he screamed after Blues twisted his foot enough to crack some ribs. "All right, the safe's behind the portrait," he croaked, "just tap the green jewels."
"Hollywood, get the files so we can get out of here!" Blues called out and threw a punch over his shoulder to one last flunky.
"Way ahead of you," he heard the other man stalk over.
Blues kicked a fallen sleazeball out of his way like any other bag of garbage and saw Hollywood retrieve the suitcase purportedly filled with falsified tax reports and who knew how much money.
*
He turned on the communication device hidden in his suit lapel. "Raja, it's Blues. Mission accomplished. Call an ambulance for the girls while Hollywood and I take the files to the police-"
Click.
"Oh, I don't think you're going anywhere."
Blues looked up to see Hollywood's silver gun pointed right at his temple.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"The hell does it look like?" Hollywood smirked and brandished the suitcase like an extra weapon. "I'm about to walk out of here a millionaire and there isn't a damn thing you or precious Glamily can do about it."
*
"Wha-" Sirens sounded outside. Those couldn't have been the ambulances Raja was calling for-
"And guess who's gonna take the fall?"
Blues felt his eyes burn with the anger of realization. "You fucking bastard! Six years of working together and you sell the Glamily out?"
"Can't stay stuck in the past, baby Blues. Gotta go where the money is."
Even knowing their reflexes were matched in speed, Blues kicked a leg up in hoping to knock the gun out of Hollywood's hand-
And felt a sharp metal pain in his shoulder as he stumbled backwards towards the plate glass window.