Fix | The Dresden Files (thesummerknight) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2013-10-27 00:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2013 october, ~~!35 points, ~~fix (thesummerknight), ~~lily luna potter (lunarbird) |
WHO: Fix and OPEN (and Lily's welcome to join in if she wants)
WHAT: Getting beat up
WHERE: Outside Madison 6 Movie Theater
WHEN: Saturday night
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Open/Ongoing!
It was spitting snow when the movie let out, and Fix let out a bit of an inward groan. Not that he felt it - he was wearing a yellow silk shirt (short sleeves), and a pair of blue jeans - but the icy air didn't even begin to pierce his skin. The Summer Fire burned in him, and it had been over a decade since Fix had been cold. Still, he didn't like the idea of making Lily walk in it. Her dress was too cute to get wet and dirty, so he'd gone out to retrieve the beat up car he'd been given after making it run for the first time in forty years. It wasn't much, but it was enough that they wouldn't have to waste hours of time walking wherever they went.
The bad thing with an old car was, of course, the fact that they were crap in cold weather, and when he put the key in the ignition and turned it, it made a pathetic sputtering sound before dying. Fix leaned his head against the steering wheel for a moment, before grabbing the tool-kit (all iron now wrapped in duct tape, thank-you-very-much), and popping the hood. He'd get it running again, he had no doubt of that, but he hated making Lily wait.
Lily. He couldn't believe she was alive. He could hardly stand to let her out of his sight, even for a moment, out of fear that he'd lose her again. A smile crossed his face as he fiddled with engine. He'd been given a second chance to make things right, and this time he wasn't going to fuck it up. He'd keep her safe, even if it meant dying himself. He'd die for her, gladly. He'd showed that before he was even the Summer Knight.
He just about had the car running when he heard someone coming up behind him. He wasn't worried at first, because the movie had just let out, and there were lots of people in the parking lot. Probably just somebody passing by to get to his car.
If only.
Caught by surprise, the man wrenched him out from under the hood of the car, looking at him like he'd found a particularly tasty surprise. At 5'9, and just under 120 pounds, Fix certainly didn't look like much - but with the strength of the Summer Knight, his physical appearance was deceiving. Still, whether by luck or by design (Fix guessed it was luck), the brass knuckles the man - boy - wore weren't brass at all, but iron. And as he gripped Fix's bare arm with that hand it was everything he could do not to faint. He let out a long, miserably groan of sheer agony as the metal pressed into his arm, sapping his strength and his reason.
His assailant looked surprised, and for a moment hesitant; he hadn't gripped him that hard, but decided eventually that whatever was happening, it was certainly in his favor.
Holding him tightly by the arm, boring the iron deeper and deeper against his flesh until Fix's mind was nothing but a blur of mindless torture, he sunk a fist into his stomach once...twice, and finally three times before drawing back to punch him in the face. He grabbed his wallet out of his pants and threw him against the car.
"That's our damn money that they gave you," he grumbled. "And we don't want you refugees around here." He said hatefully, still pressing the iron against his bare arm. "And this is just a warning."
He punched him in the face one more time before throwing him to the ground and releasing him. Once the iron was no longer touching him, he felt his strength return, and his mind clear, but the man was too far off to fight, and he wasn't going to torch him with summer fire in the middle of the parking lot, anyway. He got to his feet, spitting out blood (and maybe a tooth), before stumbling back towards the movie theater to clean himself up.