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shooting_blind

Sound and Fury

Oct 11, 2008 21:24

Saturday has not strayed far from Zev's side as they wait to hear from DOPE. He's afraid of West coming and getting him. If he thought West was coming for him then he would keep his distance, however he's smarter then that. And foolishly protective of his new lifeline to humanity and family ( Read more... )

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thecompanymutt October 12 2008, 01:49:15 UTC

As soon as he heard the first explosion, Zev was out of bed. He threw jeans on and grabbed two guns. One is a revolver that could remove most of a person's head, the other is a semi-auto just for the extra shots.

The collision with the door makes him step back for a second. A deep breath, a second delay, and he forces the door open, keeping low and ready to start firing. He expects West. He expects to have only an instant to blow the man's brain out of the back of his head before it's too late to even make a move. Saturday better still be alive. Otherwise, Zev will dedicate the rest of his to taking West slowly apart.

shooting_blind October 12 2008, 02:01:15 UTC

Saturday is away from the door a moment after he hit so Zev finds no resistance when he comes through. Really, no one even seems to notice him. Two black figures are dancing back across the living room in a literal blur as they connect blows in a way that looks like martial arts on fast forward. This kind of physical trick can only work with two agents on top of their cycles and lasts only 10 seconds. It's impossible to tell them apart from the other or aim.
Very suddenly it's over. One stops short as the other falls behind the sofa.

It's Saturday standing there and breathing hard a moment before he begins to systematically kick the shit out of the thing behind the sofa over and over again. His face is contorted in hatred and fear as he tries to kill it with his boot. He savagely assaults the other agent for what seems like minutes at a time until his leg is grabbed and he goes down out of sight behind the furniture.

thecompanymutt October 12 2008, 06:21:44 UTC

Fucking christ.... Zev is greatly beginning to doubt his ability to do one goddamn thing about this situation. He can either fire blindly into the fray, or just stand there and watch. God, he feels useless.

He almost says something in that moment where Saturday is fully visible, just standing there still. But then it's over and the fight is on again. At least Sat is the one handing out the beating.
"Saturday..."
But then Zev loses sight of both of them behind the couch. He knows he shouldn't, but he moves in closer so he can at least see what's going on.

black_arbutus October 12 2008, 15:24:53 UTC

Around the corner is a small black figure on top of Saturday, choking the life out of him. The expression on her face (not only like his in features) is also exactly the same in that hateful fear as her hands squeeze at his throat, let up just a bit, and squeeze again. As if Olivia is milking him. There's a lot of concentration and Sat is making noises of serious pain and desperation between wheezing and the high pitch squeaking noises his wind pipe makes as it tries it's best to pull in air.

His feet kick out spastically and his hands try to pull her's off at the wrists, tears running down the sides of his temples to collect in the hair framing his face like a halo. They look like two angel's fighting over Heaven.

thecompanymutt October 12 2008, 15:50:57 UTC

The sight would be beautiful if it weren't terrible. Zev hadn't expected a woman. He definitely hadn't expected one he had been told was dead. Olivia is Saturday's sister. He can't blame her for being upset over what her brother did to her, but he also can't let her kill Sat.

Zev steps forward and pulls the hammer back on his revolver and levels it at the woman's forehead.
"Hands off, bitch!"
He just needs her to lower Sat a little. Lift her face a little. Make the shot absolutely clear.

black_arbutus October 12 2008, 16:06:39 UTC

Just imagine how Saturday feels ( ... )

thecompanymutt October 13 2008, 03:07:35 UTC

"No!Zev screams the second the gun fires, but it does nothing to stop any of it. He's not strong enough to even move out of her grip. Not in time. Everything in him feels as torn and destroyed as if the bullets had fired through him as well ( ... )

black_arbutus October 13 2008, 03:15:08 UTC

Olivia tosses the gun out of the blasted out window. She doesn't hear Zev yell at her, but his lips aren't hard to read. She gets the gist.

Saturday isn't dead. He's loosing blood like a bastard. His open eyes looked exactly like Olivia's. Now they stare black at the ceiling finally blinking after a long while.
He begins to breathe again when Zev moves him. In rapid short breaths. One lung is collapsed and he's going into shock.

Olivia is off somewhere but comes back with a plastic pen, a knife, and a bottle of alcohol. She holds them out to Zev.

thecompanymutt October 13 2008, 03:35:05 UTC

Normally, having his favorite gun tossed out a window would earn some serious violence out of Zev. Right now, his thoughts are elsewhere. His own heart begins racing the second he's sure Saturday's is beating at all. He strokes the agent's hair, not thinking or worrying about whether Olivia is going to kill him or if he's getting Saturday in trouble. If anyone makes a move towards them in aggression, they're getting at least two bullets in them before Zev goes down ( ... )

black_arbutus October 13 2008, 03:46:25 UTC

She missed that threat. Olivia is too busy staring at Zev like he just wiggled his dick in her brother's face in order to magic him better. At least that's what her expression says. She's never seen another man do that to Saturday. It's more then a little shocking, even though.. well she knew Sat was in the institution for a reason. She just never suspected homosexual ( ... )

thecompanymutt October 13 2008, 04:05:30 UTC

Zev mostly misses the look. He would leave Saturday alone if he thought it would help, but he really can't and doubts it would matter anyway. He would willingly cut any of the bullets out of the man as well. Cutting the will be painful as hell and he knows it, but Olivia seems oddly repentant and he's in their territory right now. Reluctantly, he uses the knife to do as instructed and tear the fabric open. He does this with as little contact with Saturday's knee and as little bending as possible ( ... )

black_arbutus October 13 2008, 04:18:55 UTC

Olivia isn't repentant at all. Despite the very obvious war zone around them- she never meant to kill Saturday here. Not because she doesn't want to. But killing your partner is always really looked down upon. At least before they're arrested. West was taken out of the nexus completely and Olivia plans to stay by her brother's side- if only to torture him as much as possible ( ... )

thecompanymutt October 13 2008, 04:33:38 UTC

No one else has said it. No one has seen them who would dare say it. 'Love'. The word rolls around Zev's mind and fits the ache inside of him just like a glove. He may not know everything about Saturday, but he knows too much to back out now. Even with all the good intentioned warnings in the world. Olivia is no one to him, but Saturday is everything. She has no pull here.

Zev holds Saturday close, trying to sooth him as the man coughs and gurgles through his healing throat wound. He's getting covered in the other agent's blood and couldn't possibly give a shit. He looks up at Olivia with confidence and determination smothering his misery down.
"He won't kill me. I know he won't. ... I'm not out to fucking tame him. ... I'm just his friend."
It pains him to say it, but it's true, isn't it? Strange friends, maybe, but friends.
"Why the hell are you here? Why did you do this if you aren't out to kill him?"

black_arbutus October 13 2008, 04:48:05 UTC

Olivia is still a romantic. Just a broken one. Zev was too upset over seeing Saturday in pain. Agent's don;t give everything away. If that's what slipped out then it must be love. And now he holds her brother and tries to calm him through the panic of breathing through the hole in his throat ( ... )

thecompanymutt October 13 2008, 14:32:22 UTC

Zev helps Saturday move towards him and into his arms. This is the sort of affection that he probably should have had for his dying mother or for his cousins, but instead it's a first for him. This feeling of not being able to bear losing someone.

As Olivia talks, Zev doesn't want to listen. He knows parts of it and knows well enough not to want the details. He's not a man of strong morals and has even less in the way of familial loyalty. He tries to tell himself that what Sat did was no different than the things he did to his own family and that he let be done to him. They were both young and stupid and being controlled. Still, his hold on Saturday goes a bit slack and he can't help but wonder if the man would give him up just as easily.

"...Saturday..."
He wants the man to answer for this somehow. To say anything that will forgive his actions, even a little.

black_arbutus October 13 2008, 14:50:00 UTC

"I stayed silent all through my own torture. For years I wouldn't speak or cry."
Her voice gets soft and even her eye loose the burning hatred for just a little bit.
"Like the princess in that story book. If she didn't speak or cry for seven years her brother's curse would break and they could all be together. But in the end..."
Her mouth turns into a white line and then she sneers.

"I had to watch what you did to our family. All of it. I wasn't trying to take out your eyes, Saturday. I was trying to rip your brain out of your head because that's what I wanted for myself. But you deserved it."

Saturday does try to defend himself from Zev's lap, head down trying to bury it in the sand like always.
"... They made me do it..That's all he's got ( ... )

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