Fic: A Little Evil Comes A Long Way (Kahlan/Cara) 32/33
Title: A Little Evil Comes A Long Way
Author: raug_moss
Pairings: Kahlan/Cara
Rating: NC-17
A/N: modern AU
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Chapter 27, Chapter 28, Chapter 29, Chapter 30, Chapter 31
A/N2: well what can I say? this is almost the end. I can't believe it, but I started posting this story in September last year, and wow that is a long time. at this point I want to thank my most faithful readers, mistsofdreams, katvrah and eagora who supported me and kept me writing by commenting or sending me messages. thank you.
also I am finishing this story just in time, because my German behind will be leaving for the United States very soon, so yaay :D but on to the chapter!
Chapter 32
Rahl and Jennsen are already halfway out of the building when all hell breaks lose. Kahlan is kneeling behind a large shelf, gun in hand, trying to keep an eye on everything. The situation is chaotic to say in the least.
She can’t really tell who belongs to Dewitt and where the Paciellos are.
The cops in their black gear and helmets are swarming the entire place, the white letters SWAT starkly visible across their bullet-proof vests. They are heavily armed and soon enough most of the gangsters are on the ground with their hands cuffed behind their backs.
Kahlan smirks, surprised that everything is actually going according to her hastily put together plan.
Someone bumps in the shelf from the other side and Kahlan can hear a quiet groan. She turns to check on Rahl and sees him pulling Jennsen through the backdoor toward the car.
It seems like it is about time to get her ass out of there as well. She jumps to her feet and turns to run after them when something fairly heavy tumbles across her boots and comes to a halt not too far from her. Blue eyes widen when she realizes that it’s a familiar pouch.
“Well, well…”
Within a few seconds she has the pouch in her hand and tries to make her way to the backdoor before anyone can stop her. Unfortunately Kahlan doesn’t see the man, one of the Dewitt’s most trusted bodyguards, as he takes aim and hooks his forefinger around the trigger of his gun. Without knowing it, she is so very close to having a bullet embedded in the back of her skull than ever before.
Time eventually slows down when Rahl spins around to find out whether Kahlan is still somewhere behind them.
“Oh god…”
Jennsen can just as clearly see that Kahlan is about to be killed and digs her nails into her brother’s arm.
“Darken!”
“Shit!”
The bullet whizzes past Kahlan’s face and surely takes some hair with it before barely missing her ear and scraping across her cheekbone. It is hot and loud at the same time.
She barely registers the pain and looks back over her shoulder to see shooter’s lifeless body drop to the floor.
She keeps running as she tries to find out who possibly could’ve just saved her life, but there is absolutely no one in their vicinity paying any mind to them since the main part of the brawl is going down in the center of the warehouse. The many metal shelves actually aid their escape by blocking the view of the backdoor.
Kahlan desperately hopes that the policemen haven’t discovered their car yet and that they can get away before the entire building is surrounded. But then again it may already be too late.
She motions for Rahl and Jennsen to keep going while she sprints toward them.
“Go, move!”
They disappear from sight and to Kahlan it feels like half an eternity until she has finally reached the door herself. Upon slipping through, she notices with relief that Rahl has already started the van and is driving past her with the rear door open. Summoning the rest of her strength, she sets after them with surprising speed and propels herself into the back of the van. Two hands wrap around her arm and pull her all the way in before the rear door is slammed shut.
“Are you alright?” Jennsen asks tentatively while Kahlan is busy trying to catch her breath.
Her lungs are burning horribly and the air just seems to refuse to be sucked into her body to deliver some much needed oxygen to her extremities for them to function again.
“Yeah, I’m good…”
“You’re bleeding pretty badly.”
Just then does Kahlan become aware of the entire side of her face feeling somehow thick and raw. She fights the urge to touch her cheek to assess the damage, knowing that she would only make it hurt worse.
“I’m okay. Let’s just get the fuck outta here.”
They have actually left the industrial district behind them and drive down one of the more populated streets of the city when Rahl jerks the van to the side, causing Jennsen to tumble onto Kahan.
“They’re after us!” Rahl calls through the thin wall that separates them from the front part of the van.
“Shit,” Kahlan mumbles as she wraps her arms around Jennsen when Rahl violently makes another turn.
“Listen up! I’m going to pull over and the moment I stop you get out and run!”
“What?! Are you mad?”
Kahlan looks around frantically, trying to come up with an idea that would save their asses from getting arrested. In this shitty van they would never in a lifetime be able to lose the cops following them.
“I’ll make them a deal they can’t refuse, alright? Trust me on this!”
Rahl is still yelling over the roar of the engine that slowly becomes more faint as he slows down.
Kahlan’s muscles tense as she looks at Jennsen. The red-head smiles encouragingly.
“I’ll stay with him and try to explain.”
Kahlan nods.
“I hope you know that you’re doing,” she calls to Rahl and suddenly the entire car spins around with screeching tires. Both women are jarred and Jennsen looks decidedly more pale than before the little maneuver.
“Good luck.”
Kahlan kicks the rear door open and jumps out of the van. A small dark alley stretches right before her and she silently thanks Rahl for his quick thinking. Now the cops won’t see her running across the street and she has a small head start before anyone figures out that there has been a third person in the van.
She clutches the little pouch to her side and runs yet again as if the devil himself is after her.
She isn’t entirely sure where exactly she is but the sirens eventually fade away and all she can hear are the normal sounds of a huge city at night.
After a while, her sides are hurting quite horribly from exertion and there is no way she can run another minute, so she decides to stick to the small alleys and backstreets to hide from any exposing sources of light.
She eventually feels like the neighborhood looks vaguely familiar and allows herself a moment to breathe. The alley around her is dark and there are two larger streets on either end. Water drips down somewhere not too far away and the dumpsters in one corner are giving off a decidedly unpleasant smell.
“My, what a surprise to see you here,” a smooth voice mocks and Kahlan spins around, her eyes wide and her heart beating fearfully.
“D-Denna? What are you…?”
The platinum blonde steps out of the shadows and cocks her head to the side, a tiny cruel smile gracing her lips.
Kahlan doesn’t even see the shotgun in her hands before a deafening noise rings out and a powerful blow rushes her off her feet. Her back connects painfully with the concrete two feet further and the pain is so all-consuming that Kahlan’s brain shuts down immediately.
“Sorry about that but I can’t have you running around through the city like this.”
Denna’s voice is coming from somewhere far away and Kahlan barely registers how the pouch is pulled out of her grasp.
“It won’t kill you though, it’s rock salt, hurts like a bitch doesn’t it? Well that’s what you get for blowing me off.”
The platinum-blonde chuckles darkly.
“But seriously, I’d have expected more from someone working for Dewitt. Good thing I decided to keep an eye on you.”
Denna’s face is blurry as it hovers above Kahlan and she can barely make out white teeth glistening in the pale moonlight.
“You should have known that I am far worse than the Keeper. I’m sure he warned you.”
Kahlan tries to say something, to reply that she has absolutely no idea what Denna is talking about, but there is blood in her mouth and it takes all of her mental and physical strength not to choke on it.
“You’re lucky I have a soft spot for you, otherwise you’d be dead right now. I guess we won’t see one another again, so I’ll take those stones and we’re even, how about it?”
Kahlan still hears Denna’s silent chuckle long after she has left. She can’t move a single muscle and pain is literally everywhere. It almost feels like it’s taking permanent residence in her head like a thick dark fog clouding her every thought.
But she remembers this place, she has been there before - in this detached state where her body is not entirely a part of her anymore.
It’s funny really, her mind spitefully reminds her, how she has run all this way only to end up broken and battered on the brink of death yet again.
She is starting to get cold, that much she can tell, and although the blood seeping out of her is fairly warm it’s the ground beneath that chills her to the very bone. But then again maybe it’s just death reaching out for her with icy fingers.
A face flashes in front of mind’s eye. Cara’s face.
She regrets the way she left. Not having told the detective everything, not having put her feelings into words.
Dahlia. She remembers Dahlia too, how she is the only family her cousin still has.
She isn’t really conscious but she still feels how something wet, warm and slightly scratchy is pulled across her cheek and forehead. Warm puffs of air dance across her face and she is thankful for this tiny little mercy.
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A/N3: I was thinking about apologizing for how this chapter ended, but then I thought naaw :P also I promised Denna would be back in the end, didn't I?
Chapter 33
Author: raug_moss
Pairings: Kahlan/Cara
Rating: NC-17
A/N: modern AU
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Chapter 27, Chapter 28, Chapter 29, Chapter 30, Chapter 31
A/N2: well what can I say? this is almost the end. I can't believe it, but I started posting this story in September last year, and wow that is a long time. at this point I want to thank my most faithful readers, mistsofdreams, katvrah and eagora who supported me and kept me writing by commenting or sending me messages. thank you.
also I am finishing this story just in time, because my German behind will be leaving for the United States very soon, so yaay :D but on to the chapter!
Chapter 32
Rahl and Jennsen are already halfway out of the building when all hell breaks lose. Kahlan is kneeling behind a large shelf, gun in hand, trying to keep an eye on everything. The situation is chaotic to say in the least.
She can’t really tell who belongs to Dewitt and where the Paciellos are.
The cops in their black gear and helmets are swarming the entire place, the white letters SWAT starkly visible across their bullet-proof vests. They are heavily armed and soon enough most of the gangsters are on the ground with their hands cuffed behind their backs.
Kahlan smirks, surprised that everything is actually going according to her hastily put together plan.
Someone bumps in the shelf from the other side and Kahlan can hear a quiet groan. She turns to check on Rahl and sees him pulling Jennsen through the backdoor toward the car.
It seems like it is about time to get her ass out of there as well. She jumps to her feet and turns to run after them when something fairly heavy tumbles across her boots and comes to a halt not too far from her. Blue eyes widen when she realizes that it’s a familiar pouch.
“Well, well…”
Within a few seconds she has the pouch in her hand and tries to make her way to the backdoor before anyone can stop her. Unfortunately Kahlan doesn’t see the man, one of the Dewitt’s most trusted bodyguards, as he takes aim and hooks his forefinger around the trigger of his gun. Without knowing it, she is so very close to having a bullet embedded in the back of her skull than ever before.
Time eventually slows down when Rahl spins around to find out whether Kahlan is still somewhere behind them.
“Oh god…”
Jennsen can just as clearly see that Kahlan is about to be killed and digs her nails into her brother’s arm.
“Darken!”
“Shit!”
The bullet whizzes past Kahlan’s face and surely takes some hair with it before barely missing her ear and scraping across her cheekbone. It is hot and loud at the same time.
She barely registers the pain and looks back over her shoulder to see shooter’s lifeless body drop to the floor.
She keeps running as she tries to find out who possibly could’ve just saved her life, but there is absolutely no one in their vicinity paying any mind to them since the main part of the brawl is going down in the center of the warehouse. The many metal shelves actually aid their escape by blocking the view of the backdoor.
Kahlan desperately hopes that the policemen haven’t discovered their car yet and that they can get away before the entire building is surrounded. But then again it may already be too late.
She motions for Rahl and Jennsen to keep going while she sprints toward them.
“Go, move!”
They disappear from sight and to Kahlan it feels like half an eternity until she has finally reached the door herself. Upon slipping through, she notices with relief that Rahl has already started the van and is driving past her with the rear door open. Summoning the rest of her strength, she sets after them with surprising speed and propels herself into the back of the van. Two hands wrap around her arm and pull her all the way in before the rear door is slammed shut.
“Are you alright?” Jennsen asks tentatively while Kahlan is busy trying to catch her breath.
Her lungs are burning horribly and the air just seems to refuse to be sucked into her body to deliver some much needed oxygen to her extremities for them to function again.
“Yeah, I’m good…”
“You’re bleeding pretty badly.”
Just then does Kahlan become aware of the entire side of her face feeling somehow thick and raw. She fights the urge to touch her cheek to assess the damage, knowing that she would only make it hurt worse.
“I’m okay. Let’s just get the fuck outta here.”
They have actually left the industrial district behind them and drive down one of the more populated streets of the city when Rahl jerks the van to the side, causing Jennsen to tumble onto Kahan.
“They’re after us!” Rahl calls through the thin wall that separates them from the front part of the van.
“Shit,” Kahlan mumbles as she wraps her arms around Jennsen when Rahl violently makes another turn.
“Listen up! I’m going to pull over and the moment I stop you get out and run!”
“What?! Are you mad?”
Kahlan looks around frantically, trying to come up with an idea that would save their asses from getting arrested. In this shitty van they would never in a lifetime be able to lose the cops following them.
“I’ll make them a deal they can’t refuse, alright? Trust me on this!”
Rahl is still yelling over the roar of the engine that slowly becomes more faint as he slows down.
Kahlan’s muscles tense as she looks at Jennsen. The red-head smiles encouragingly.
“I’ll stay with him and try to explain.”
Kahlan nods.
“I hope you know that you’re doing,” she calls to Rahl and suddenly the entire car spins around with screeching tires. Both women are jarred and Jennsen looks decidedly more pale than before the little maneuver.
“Good luck.”
Kahlan kicks the rear door open and jumps out of the van. A small dark alley stretches right before her and she silently thanks Rahl for his quick thinking. Now the cops won’t see her running across the street and she has a small head start before anyone figures out that there has been a third person in the van.
She clutches the little pouch to her side and runs yet again as if the devil himself is after her.
She isn’t entirely sure where exactly she is but the sirens eventually fade away and all she can hear are the normal sounds of a huge city at night.
After a while, her sides are hurting quite horribly from exertion and there is no way she can run another minute, so she decides to stick to the small alleys and backstreets to hide from any exposing sources of light.
She eventually feels like the neighborhood looks vaguely familiar and allows herself a moment to breathe. The alley around her is dark and there are two larger streets on either end. Water drips down somewhere not too far away and the dumpsters in one corner are giving off a decidedly unpleasant smell.
“My, what a surprise to see you here,” a smooth voice mocks and Kahlan spins around, her eyes wide and her heart beating fearfully.
“D-Denna? What are you…?”
The platinum blonde steps out of the shadows and cocks her head to the side, a tiny cruel smile gracing her lips.
Kahlan doesn’t even see the shotgun in her hands before a deafening noise rings out and a powerful blow rushes her off her feet. Her back connects painfully with the concrete two feet further and the pain is so all-consuming that Kahlan’s brain shuts down immediately.
“Sorry about that but I can’t have you running around through the city like this.”
Denna’s voice is coming from somewhere far away and Kahlan barely registers how the pouch is pulled out of her grasp.
“It won’t kill you though, it’s rock salt, hurts like a bitch doesn’t it? Well that’s what you get for blowing me off.”
The platinum-blonde chuckles darkly.
“But seriously, I’d have expected more from someone working for Dewitt. Good thing I decided to keep an eye on you.”
Denna’s face is blurry as it hovers above Kahlan and she can barely make out white teeth glistening in the pale moonlight.
“You should have known that I am far worse than the Keeper. I’m sure he warned you.”
Kahlan tries to say something, to reply that she has absolutely no idea what Denna is talking about, but there is blood in her mouth and it takes all of her mental and physical strength not to choke on it.
“You’re lucky I have a soft spot for you, otherwise you’d be dead right now. I guess we won’t see one another again, so I’ll take those stones and we’re even, how about it?”
Kahlan still hears Denna’s silent chuckle long after she has left. She can’t move a single muscle and pain is literally everywhere. It almost feels like it’s taking permanent residence in her head like a thick dark fog clouding her every thought.
But she remembers this place, she has been there before - in this detached state where her body is not entirely a part of her anymore.
It’s funny really, her mind spitefully reminds her, how she has run all this way only to end up broken and battered on the brink of death yet again.
She is starting to get cold, that much she can tell, and although the blood seeping out of her is fairly warm it’s the ground beneath that chills her to the very bone. But then again maybe it’s just death reaching out for her with icy fingers.
A face flashes in front of mind’s eye. Cara’s face.
She regrets the way she left. Not having told the detective everything, not having put her feelings into words.
Dahlia. She remembers Dahlia too, how she is the only family her cousin still has.
She isn’t really conscious but she still feels how something wet, warm and slightly scratchy is pulled across her cheek and forehead. Warm puffs of air dance across her face and she is thankful for this tiny little mercy.
__________
A/N3: I was thinking about apologizing for how this chapter ended, but then I thought naaw :P also I promised Denna would be back in the end, didn't I?
Chapter 33