"You're just saying that to be nice," he replied, though a smirk formed as he shuffled off. Yes, he knew Gabe liked his scars, had even helped him get a few of them and had been a man who had been there to help mend them as well. "Don't take long."
He hobbled off into the alley, the rain still pouring down as he shuffled away. He knew better than to even be seen in the area, so he headed down to the next alley, crossing the street on determination alone. He leaned against a wall of the apartment building that shadowed the alley he took refuge in, breathing hard despite a lack of physical effort. He was just... so tired. His limbs felt heavy, but he wanted to wait for Gabe.
He rearranged the two massive packs of supplies more evenly, pausing at the sound of shuffling feet down the other end of the alley. This had better not turn out the way that Gabe warned him, but it wasn't until he heard the cock of a sidearm that he sighed heavily. Of course.
"Son, just don't," he growled, in no mood to deal with a would-be thief. It was only keen hearing that allowed him to pinpoint where it was happening from, and he twisted and ducked as the weapon discharged. As much as he wanted to shoot the little bastard, he knew better than to do that with a dead man's gun where there would be an investigation on homicide.
No, Jack moved fast on adrenaline only, closing the distance as his mugger inhaled sharply. That was the only sound that the man made before he managed to get a hand on his head and smashed it into the concrete wall of the building. There was a sickening crunch of bone giving way, and the new dead body slumped to the ground into a heaping pile of trash.
He wavered on his feet and considered just laying down next to the corpse. He was spent. Maybe it was the first time he actually cataloged their situation, that they were dead men in the slums and might not even survive the night, but they had lost everything but each other.
He made a soft broken sound, a quiet hiccup of a sob even if there were no tears. He didn't even have it in him to produce them. His throat felt tight, and he resisted the urge to punch the wall. No, his shoulders somehow managed to tremble as he made soft hiccuping sounds and waited for the only person he had left.
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Date: 2019-05-04 04:06 pm (UTC)He hobbled off into the alley, the rain still pouring down as he shuffled away. He knew better than to even be seen in the area, so he headed down to the next alley, crossing the street on determination alone. He leaned against a wall of the apartment building that shadowed the alley he took refuge in, breathing hard despite a lack of physical effort. He was just... so tired. His limbs felt heavy, but he wanted to wait for Gabe.
He rearranged the two massive packs of supplies more evenly, pausing at the sound of shuffling feet down the other end of the alley. This had better not turn out the way that Gabe warned him, but it wasn't until he heard the cock of a sidearm that he sighed heavily. Of course.
"Son, just don't," he growled, in no mood to deal with a would-be thief. It was only keen hearing that allowed him to pinpoint where it was happening from, and he twisted and ducked as the weapon discharged. As much as he wanted to shoot the little bastard, he knew better than to do that with a dead man's gun where there would be an investigation on homicide.
No, Jack moved fast on adrenaline only, closing the distance as his mugger inhaled sharply. That was the only sound that the man made before he managed to get a hand on his head and smashed it into the concrete wall of the building. There was a sickening crunch of bone giving way, and the new dead body slumped to the ground into a heaping pile of trash.
He wavered on his feet and considered just laying down next to the corpse. He was spent. Maybe it was the first time he actually cataloged their situation, that they were dead men in the slums and might not even survive the night, but they had lost everything but each other.
He made a soft broken sound, a quiet hiccup of a sob even if there were no tears. He didn't even have it in him to produce them. His throat felt tight, and he resisted the urge to punch the wall. No, his shoulders somehow managed to tremble as he made soft hiccuping sounds and waited for the only person he had left.