Sound and Fury

[shooting_blind]

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

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[thecompanymutt]

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]

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]

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]

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.

[black_arbutus]

The small bomb that went off in the apartment was enough to blast out the windows and ruin the furniture and the paint job, but the walls are still up. Things are fixable. It still looks like a war zone broke out. So the side of the fridge is covered in black and parts of what used to be the coffee table is scattered about all the way in there.

Olivia can hear Zev come in. She's not sure, but she thinks he might have so she gets out of the tub to check wrapped in a towel and holding a large handgun. It stays at her side as she watches him go for the fridge.
Broken glass and shattered wood create a divide between them.
"West can't even come into the nexus anymore. He doesn't have the clearance."

[thecompanymutt]

He's careful while walking over the debris and works to be quiet just out of habit. Zev pretty much counted on Olivia hearing him, regardless. He ignores her when she comes out of the bathroom and continues towards the fridge, fetching the jugs of OJ as instructed. Moving the ones from the freezer.

It isn't at all what he expected her to say to him. Zev pauses, looking at the ground.
"Good." He steps towards her only because it's also on his way out.
"I would have had to find a way to kill him."

Zev pauses at the door, trying to decide if he should bother talking to her.
"I understand why you're doing this. I'd do the same thing. I just have conflicting goals and I will do what I can to keep you from hurting him. ... Nothing personal."

[black_arbutus]

Olivia always has a certain amount of hostility in her voice. This isn't new. She always has been a fighter. She faught for Saturday their whole lives and faught for the outcasts her government keeps trying to be rid of.
But she's soft now, even with the edge there.
"You can't stop me. The best you can do is to be there for him after. It's much better then what the rest of us got... I learned a long time ago that when you're fighting something stronger then you- you have to heal instead. Because coming out swinging gets you killed and then that person you were protecting is left out in the open. Healing is a lot harder then fighting."

[thecompanymutt]

Zev turns a little. He wants to see her. He wants to see what Saturday's eyes used to look like and the woman who was quick and vicious enough to take them from him. He wants to know who he loves enough to let torture him.

"I know I can't stop you. I just...can't just sit back either, can I?"
He shrugs, feeling every bit the idiot she must think he is.
"I'm going to take care of him. Eventually, though...you're probably going to have to kill me. I've never had to heal anyone but myself. Don't think I'm going to be good at it."

[shooting_blind]

Olivia shuts the door behind Zev and peels her feet off the floor after they healed to it. She's getting the feeling this isn't ever going to be as satifying as she'd been hoping all these years.

By time Zev comes back to him the tub is really gross. It didn't take long for the water to be disgusting so Saturday drained it and ran the shower. He sits down washing his hair for the third time. His plan to go from head to toe is working slowly, but it has kept him distracted enough not to wonder what was keeping Zev.

[thecompanymutt]

One gallon of OJ goes in his fridge, and a couple large steaks are laid out on the counter to thaw, then Zev brings the other jug to Saturday.

"Wow... If I ever decide to make a horror movie, you're invited."
He holds the jug of juice out for Sat to take.
"Here. I'll take over scrubbing duty if you want."
Zev doesn't feel like going into what exactly kept him up.

[shooting_blind]

Saturday almost snatches it away in his haste to have it. He manages a quick nod before tearing the cap off and chugging. He drinks until he's out of breath, takes a huge gasp, and then goes for more.
This goes on until it's nearly gone and mostly pulp at the bottom. He burps and excuses himself then places it outside the tub.
"Thank you. Do you wanna get in with me?"

[thecompanymutt]

He tries really hard, but Zev just can't watch this without laughing. It's an impressive display, really, the likes of which he hasn't seen since training on the farm.

Zev smiles as he's invited into the shower. For now, he'll just be with Sat and take care of him. He'll try not to worry about what happens next or what Olivia is going to do. Just enjoy the moment.
"Yes, please."

He unbuttons his jeans and strips them off quickly before climbing into the tub. He wrings out the pink water of the wash cloth, and starts rubbing Saturday's shoulders, cleaning away blood but also enjoying touching.