Since Buzz Sucks...
“How many are there?” Michael asked as he pressed his back against the cement wall of the building, his words marred by panting.
Celie was sliding the safety off the Glock, leaning to peer around the side of the wall. “At least fifteen,” she replied tensely. “Seven identified hostages.”
“Who’s running the negotiations?” Michael asked, taking his turn to steal a glance at the plaza around the corner before drawing back out of sight again quickly.
“Sherman,” she answered - the word was a sigh.
“Great,” he grunted.
“Can’t you just, you know, shoot glitter out of your butthole and make them drop their weapons?” she wondered.
He slapped her.
~*~
“How old are you, Amaiyah?” Nona asked solicitously.
“I’m -…” Amiyah began, but Nona cut her off.
“Never mind; probably best for me if I plead ignorance later,” she reasoned. “Now, come sit on my lap. Let’s play a game.”
“A game?” Amiyah echoed, both dubious and curious. “What sort of a game?”
“Oh, you’ll like it, darling,” Nona cooed silkily. “There’s tickling, and hugging and, if you’re a very good girl, you’ll get a special prize at the very end.”
Amiyah’s curiosity was edging out the dubiousness. “What sort of prize?”
“It’s called an ‘orgasm’, princess,” was Nona’s sugary answer.
~*~
For the next three hours, they simply sat in silence. Occasionally there would be glances exchanged, but it was clear the older Winter didn’t want the younger to be there, and the younger didn’t want to be there, either. Still, there was nothing to be done about the circumstances and neither was one to complain needlessly.
The officer found them like that, side by side, still as statues on the metal bench.
“All right, ladies,” he declared, trying to cover his unease. Whatever reason, the pair unnerved the shit out of him, “You’re free to go. Someone’s posted your bail.”
~*~
She waved her hand quickly to clear the smoke and glared at him. “That was unnecessary!” Her declaration was pointed and clipped.
He pumped the shotgun again and aimed once more. “I ain’t asking again.”
She examined the gaping wound in her right shoulder with delicately probing fingers. “Ouch,” she opined.
“One,” he growled.
“I hardly think it’s fair that -…”
“Two.”
Her expression contorted in pain and displeasure. “Really, you’re being completely unreasonable.”
“Three.”
“She gave them to me!” The statement was cried with gorgeous indignation. It was punctuated by the shotgun firing. She staggered back, swayed and collapsed. He grunted. She even took a shotgun to the chest sexily. Liches.
Stepping over to her fallen form he reached down, buried his hand between her breasts, and fished out Gypsy’s underwear…then pivoted and walked away, sighing softly.
~*~
The corpse hit her desk with a squelching THUD, and she startled, jumping in her seat with a small cry. Her eyes snapped from the mutilated body up to the the thing that stood in front of her grinning.
“You did it again?!” she cried, shocked and horror-stricken. “You…you can’t DO this! You can’t just go around killing whoever you want and ripping their vital organs out of their body, or putting them on spikes or raping their lifeless husks!”
“Oh, Miss Leigh,” Sullyvin sighed metallically, “Why do you hate fun?”
~*~
“Look, it’s a herd of cows. Who cares about a herd of cows? And you need to eat, right? Think about it from a Big Picture standpoint. What do you owe these townsfolk, anyhow? They’ve never been exactly nice to you.”
“Don’t do it. They aren’t your cows. They’re someone’s livelihood. You’re never going to make things better between you and the village if you do it. This isn’t the way. You’re better than this.”
The giant was thoroughly confused.
He slid his eyes to the right, looking at his shoulder and the redhead who was curled up indolently on it, her tiny hands holding onto his earlobe as she murmured into his ear. Then he shifted focus over to his left shoulder and the other redhead standing firmly and speaking earnestly into his other ear. Then he looked down at the herd of cows that were grazing, and his tummy rumbled.
“That’s a sign,” the one redhead noted saucily.
“Shut up,” called the other from across his back. ‘It is not.”
The giant blinked and sighed. These two never made things easy or simple.
~*~
Seven of them went flying back. Another three followed, hitting the pile and not moving. The hail of gunfire was accented beautifully by the thudding of battle axe hitting spine.
“Reloading!” Avery said, and seamlessly Gwyn pirouetted to cover the Captain, decapitating a charging brute. Avery slapped the cartridge into Winona, pulled back the slide, aimed, and dropped another one coming from the right of Gywn. The two made their way down the corridor, leaving a bloody swath of enemies behind them.
Avery kicked one of the men in the chest, sending him stumbling back. Before he even hit the ground, Gwyn’s axe had executed a stunning piledrive into his sternum, splitting the Captain’s bootprint in twain.
Avery looked delightedly over at the little blonde thing. “Are you sure I can’t adopt you?” she asked.