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Tweak says, "we were all yellow"

Bruce Wayne (ex_i_crusade492) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2008-04-08 19:53:00

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anita blake, bruce wayne, challenge 1, zz:status complete

That's just not right (Anita - Challenge 1)
It wasn't a spectacular party that he was going to be attending. Just some thing. Nothing special at all. He hadn't even bothered to wear a tux. Just a suit. Not even one of his best ones. Just a nice one. He really didn't care. There were other things on his mind. Like the witch, and if she'd managed to do anything to help Clark. Getting the city back in order, getting back into doing things that he should have been doing all along. Being alive again instead of in the half dead state of loss like some high school kid.

He was late, of course, so he had to park his car around the corner and walk past a very dark alley to get to the hotel where the party was going to be held. Something that didn't even concern him these days. Hadn't for a long time. Not since the dark alley he'd been in when he was a child. He knew there was danger in there, and knew that they were just ripe with criminals. And cliches.

So it was really no surprise to Bruce when he hears screaming coming from the back of the alley. He didn't even roll his eyes in response, because he'd kind of expected something like that to happen.

Bruce pivoted on his heel and went into the darkness, ready to encounter thugs robbing a poor woman. He was almost to the end when he encountered the sight. What was really going on. And that was nothing like what he'd been expecting.

There were two of them, alright. And a lady, too. But they certainly weren't robbing her. They weren't doing anything expected to her. Not even trying to rape her. Which would have been disturbing in it's own right, but Bruce would have been able to deal with that.

What he could not deal with was the fact that the two men appeared to be eating the poor woman. Alive. One gnawing on her shoulder, the other chewing on her lower leg. There was blood everywhere. The suspects themselves didn't look particularly normal either. Not that chewing on a human being was normal. But their skin was mottled. Cold looking. What corpses should look like, he thought.

For the first time in what seemed like forever, Bruce had no idea what to do.

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i_execute
2008-04-10 01:42 am UTC (link)

"I sense a disturbance in the force."

Anita felt the animating energy even from across town. Hell, it practically pulled her out of bed. Granted, she wasn't doing anything but watching whatever movie was on the City-HBO-equivalent that night. But even if she'd been doing something important, she would have felt the need to investigate this. Besides it being her area of expertise, she was feeling rather supernaturally-deprived. Spike, though a vampire, hasn't gotten her involved in anything spooky and no one else she had met qualified at all.

She shrugged her leather jacker over her tight black t-shirt and jeans, then zipped up her boots. She took the stairs two at a time and burst through the door, scaring a middle-aged couple carrying grocery bags. They'll get over it.

Anita followed the pull of the cold power animating the zombies through town, through twisting streets that didn't dare try to pull their switching-places bullshit on her that night. She was a woman with a mission....and a gun. Two, in fact. And a backpack full of witchy stuff.

When she finally got to the alley where the two zombies had found a victim, she had to shove aside some staring, clueless (but hot) idiot. She sliced her hand and let it drip on the ground, gaining the attention of the zombies. Blood of a necromancer trumped human flesh any day. Luckily she had gotten there before too much damage was caused, a good plastic surgeon and you would never know the girl had been someone's dinner momentarily.

She summoned the zombies, let them drink her blood for a little then shoved them off. She pulled out the salt and threw it at them, then finished the ritual that would send them back to their graves. Luckily, neither had been murdered or this whole shtick would have been much more difficult. Even if she had chopped the zombie of a murdered person to pieces, those pieces would continue to crawl after their murderer until he/she was dead. It was, literally, a nightmare.

That done, she sagged onto the ground, hands on her knees. She started to wrap a bandage (also handily in her backpack of animating and Executioner tools) and allowed herself the feel the anger. Someone had left zombie roaming around the City, and that pissed her off. She would have to trace the energy back and eliminate the threat.

She rolled her neck, catching sight of both the hot starer at one end of the alley and the sobbing victim lying at the other end. She supposed it was up to her to try and comfort the nearly-eaten girl, unless the pretty idiot regained his composure and took the burden away from her.

Anita was not good at comforting people. Probably came from spending most of her time with the dead. They didn't really need comforting much....especially those that already knew they were dead. The ones that didn't, they were the worst.

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ex_i_crusade492
2008-04-10 05:57 am UTC (link)

Bruce watched, unsure of what was going on, and at first unable to move a single muscle. He'd never encountered anything like this in his entire life. But when the attackers went down, he went into action. His cell phone came out and he called for an ambulance. He moved out of the shadows and to the woman who had been hurt.

He also needed to make sure that the strange girl who had come out of nowhere was alright, but there was more blood from the other. She required assistance first.

His jacket came off, and he tore the lining out. It wasn't very absorbent, but it would do until the paramedics could arrive. He shredded it into two pieces, using one on each wound. The woman cried and blubbered at him the entire time, begging him for answers. But not one question that came out of her mouth could be answered, not by him, anyway. He had a feeling that the other one, the one that had cut herself, stopped the attack, she would know. And he would ask. Just not while this woman was around to hear what the response might be.

"The ambulance is on it's way. Okay? You're going to be okay." Bruce soothed her the best that he could. It wasn't really his thing to do, but she was crying so hard she needed something. He was slightly afraid she might drive herself into shock if she didn't calm down. It was really a shame he wasn't dressed for the occasion, he had a little bit of sedative on his other belt. "I'm going to go make sure that she's okay too. I won't leave your sight."

Bruce stood and moved to the dark haired girl and knelt.

"Are you alright?" He asked the question but didn't give her a chance to answer before he spoke again. "Listen carefully, whatever happened, don't say a word about it until that woman is safely being driven away. I don't think she can take it, whatever it is. But I very much need to know."