Laurie Moore and Peter Lee / Comic Books (_comic_books_) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-12-14 22:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | comic books |
To Ashes
Who: Comic Books - Laurie (_comic_books_)
What: Retribution
When: Monday evening (backdated)
Where: An abandoned building
Warnings: Violence, angry short person
Ever since Percival got shot the tenuous grasp Laurie had on her facade of normality had been slipping. It had started with the multiple threats she snarled out to Mordred, the man who she was now depending on to keep her from having to go back to the junior penitentiary, and seeing Percival's pale face as they wheeled him into surgery nearly ruined it. Holding on tightly to what she could until the knight was back and resting, she was simply waiting for Galahad to come in before she could leave. She hoped he'd hurry, there was someplace else she'd rather be.
When Mr. Prissypants finally arrived, looking for all the world like he knew it was her damn fault that Percival got shot, Laurie shot him a glare that would have frozen the blood running through his veins if he actually had a heart. She wasn't phased when it seemed to have no effect on him, considering. Standing, she offered Percival an apologetic smile, let him know she'd be back later, and was off. Darting past Mordred while muttering something about 'places to go, people to kill', she made a pit stop at his car to get her bag, and the was on the trail.
It took her most of the night, but eventually she was able to locate where the pizza parlor crooks had hidden themselves. The building was older and due to be knocked down, but she could understand why they might think it could make a good hideout. Changing into her vigilante gear, Laurie crept around the building until she found a way in that wouldn't alert her prey, slipping through a window and skulking along a wall. Their defense system was ridiculously weak, which amused her to no end. Picking up a gun, she checked to see how many shot she'd have, and then looked for the fuse box.
Flipping the fuses to flood the place in near-darkness, Laurie allowed herself a moment to let her eyes adjust before running into the room where she knew the criminals waited. They could hear her, she made sure of that, and began to fire wildly. At the rate they were going they stood a good chance of taking each other out, but Laurie refused to let that happen. Locating the smaller of the two men, she cold-cocked him on the back of his head with the gun, knocking him unconscious as the back-up generator kicked in. Bathed in the sudden light, she closed her eyes against the brightness as she ducked low to dodge the shotgun blast she knew was coming.
Taking a few deep breaths as she recognized a shell that matched the one that took down Percival, Laurie mentally restrained herself. What she wanted, more than anything in the world, was to kill the son of a donkey-raping bitch who shot her friend - but she knew Percival would never look at her the same way. Sighing to herself, she waited until it sounded like he was reloading and made her move. Running as fast as she could, she jumped up and slapped the shotgun out of the way, using her momentum to kick him hard in the side. When he buckled she latched on, wrenching the gun from his grip before throwing it aside.
Having disarmed him, she stood still for a moment seeing what he'd try to do. He stared openly, shaking his head. "Who the fuck are you?"
She grinned, her voice sounding rough against her own ears, "Your worst nightmare." Pulling the pistol from the waist of her skirt, she leveled the gun at his chest and smirked. "Show's over, motherfucker."
When the police found the two men and the money tied up like a Christmas present outside the precinct nobody said a thing about the fact that one thief had a gunshot wound in the same exact place as Officer Percy.
Back at her new home, Laurie showered, washing away the last of her anger. She had gotten vengeance for Percival, even if he didn't know it, and she could be at peace for now.