Holy Mother of Pearl, Part 2
Oh, this is so, so bad...
There's gunfire, and I can see LA cops all over the place. They're carrying...flamethrowers? Well, that's original. Props to whoever thought of that.
I can see Wes, Gunn and Connor, tied to the tracks about halfway up. There are two or three cops working to get them loose. Thank God.
Angelus is... Oh, sweet Mrrzt, he's biting Fred! I start running, but I know I'm not going to make it before he kills her. He's at the top of the funicular; I'm at the bottom.
Oh, good, the guys are free. The cops are pulling them away, and just in time, too, because holy SHIT, here comes the car, full-tilt down the rails, and it ain't stopping and the end of the track. I get out of the way fast as it crashes through the loading gate and bounces into 4th Street, skidding and throwing sparks as it rolls over on its side. It finally stops about half a block away.
Connor is already at the top, struggling with Angelus. How'd he get up there already? Gunn and Wes and a little blonde bit of a thing are struggling toward the three of them.
Uh-oh, now Angelus has flung Connor off and--holy sufferin' cats, I didn't know he could jump that far! And of course, Mr. Broodypants, Jr., is hard on his heels. Those are some issues I'm just as happy to stay out of, thankyouverymuch.
Fred is lying on the ground where Angelus dropped her. There's a crowd around her, including--oh, good, paramedics. And Wes and Gunn. I can feel the pain coming off both of from here.
"Gunn!" I shout as I climb up the steep hill, and the petite blonde whirls around. Before I can register the fact that she's got a gun, something whizzes past my head, close enough to part my hair.
"HEY!!!!" I yell. That was too close. "Watch where you're aiming that thing, sister, you nearly took my left horn off!"
She's giving me a funny look and she's still aiming the gun right at me.
"Wes! Gunn! Call her off, okay???" I yell.
Wes puts a hand on her shoulder, says something in her ear, and the gun s-l-o-w-l-y moves so that it's not pointing at my chest.
"What the hell are you?" she demands when I get up to the top. Her eyes are huge, but she's not at all surprised to see a red-horned green guy standing in front of her. Not the kind of response I usually get.
I don't have time for stupid questions. "How's Fred?"
There's gunfire, and I can see LA cops all over the place. They're carrying...flamethrowers? Well, that's original. Props to whoever thought of that.
I can see Wes, Gunn and Connor, tied to the tracks about halfway up. There are two or three cops working to get them loose. Thank God.
Angelus is... Oh, sweet Mrrzt, he's biting Fred! I start running, but I know I'm not going to make it before he kills her. He's at the top of the funicular; I'm at the bottom.
Oh, good, the guys are free. The cops are pulling them away, and just in time, too, because holy SHIT, here comes the car, full-tilt down the rails, and it ain't stopping and the end of the track. I get out of the way fast as it crashes through the loading gate and bounces into 4th Street, skidding and throwing sparks as it rolls over on its side. It finally stops about half a block away.
Connor is already at the top, struggling with Angelus. How'd he get up there already? Gunn and Wes and a little blonde bit of a thing are struggling toward the three of them.
Uh-oh, now Angelus has flung Connor off and--holy sufferin' cats, I didn't know he could jump that far! And of course, Mr. Broodypants, Jr., is hard on his heels. Those are some issues I'm just as happy to stay out of, thankyouverymuch.
Fred is lying on the ground where Angelus dropped her. There's a crowd around her, including--oh, good, paramedics. And Wes and Gunn. I can feel the pain coming off both of from here.
"Gunn!" I shout as I climb up the steep hill, and the petite blonde whirls around. Before I can register the fact that she's got a gun, something whizzes past my head, close enough to part my hair.
"HEY!!!!" I yell. That was too close. "Watch where you're aiming that thing, sister, you nearly took my left horn off!"
She's giving me a funny look and she's still aiming the gun right at me.
"Wes! Gunn! Call her off, okay???" I yell.
Wes puts a hand on her shoulder, says something in her ear, and the gun s-l-o-w-l-y moves so that it's not pointing at my chest.
"What the hell are you?" she demands when I get up to the top. Her eyes are huge, but she's not at all surprised to see a red-horned green guy standing in front of her. Not the kind of response I usually get.
I don't have time for stupid questions. "How's Fred?"