violet never grew up (childsmind) wrote in the_dome, @ 2013-12-11 13:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | 04-15-2017, mickey, mickey and violet, violet |
Even down on one knee he wasn't useless
Who: Mickey and Violet
Where: Between Mickey's house & Maggie's house
When: Late (after this)
Mickey has rushed home to get his supplies after leaving Jack. Once he was on his way agin, the shotgun was in hand as he roamed through the dome. He also had a hunting knife he'd carried for years as well, just in case. He was hoping for the best and starting towards the woods near Maggie's house fanning out and looking for places that had even disturbed by something more than the rain.
Violet watched the man with the gun for a while as she followed him in the shadows. He was so cute, it was almost a shame that they were going to hurt him. He'd probably be a very fun boyfriend. Oh well. It was time to get this show on the road, she supposed. Taking a deep breath she let out a scream and sent herself hurtling across Mickey's path. Her eyes wide with terror, she looked over her shoulder and almost fell. "Help me! Oh help! Please!"
Mickey was so focused on what he was doing that when he heard the scream, he jolted, spinning his gun that way, only to see her cross his path. For a few moments he blinked, not sure what to do with the young girl in front of him, begging for his help. Instinctively his hand went out to catch her when she stumbled, and he looked around. "Okay, okay. What's going on?" Maybe it was the same thing that smoked Maggie out of her house? His mind was on vampires, the rumors that the people who'd died earlier that day had been drained of blood coming to mind and of course Jack's comment that you set someone's house on fire to get them out of it.
Violet looked up at him, her eyes wide, innocent, and scared even though her heart swooped at his dreamy eyes then she hugged him tightly, shaking with pretend fear. "They were chasing me! Two big guys. We have to go! They were right behind me!" She put as much panic in her voice as she could because heck yeah this was fun! And he was nice and strong, she could feel it. It was a good thing she had Simon and Brutus to help her with this because she could never do by herself. He was too big and strong. She tried to pull him. "My house is over there, we can hide inside!"
Was she hugging him? Mickey wasn't sure what to do, but he did look over his shoulder at the warning, frowning. "Why were they chasing you?" he asked, but he could feel her trembling, so when she pulled at him, he went with her, letting her tug him towards her house. "Sure.I can get you there." Then he was going to look into these guys and see if maybe they'd taken Maggie too.
"I don't know. They came out of nowhere! Please, don't let them hurt me!" she begged. "People were killed in a house on this block last night and I'm so scared. And I saw a fire." She was rambling, running toward the house and only stopping when she was on the porch. She made a show of fumbling in her pockets for keys, her hands shaking terribly, her eyes on Mickey, so panicked she seemed to hardly be able to breathe. She found her keys and they fell to the ground. That was the signal. Simon and Brutus, their large, imposing figures moving out of the shadows and moving toward Mickey fast. Violet watched. "Don't rough him up too much, boys. He's really pretty," she told them.
"I know. I know. You're fine," Mickey said, never one to use so many words with strangers, but when she seemed so scared, he felt the need to. "Tell me what they looked like," he asked, stooping to grab her keys when she dropped them. He didn't see them coming at first, not until they were well out of the shadows. He dropped her keys, raising his gun towards one and firing. He'd played this game before. Out there. He could do it again. Her words barely registered, not completely. Not enough to realize he needed to point the gun towards her.
"They looked like that," she said sweetly in answer to his question. Brutus ducked the gunfire, the bullet grazing him with a grunt of pain that made him come faster. Violet pulled a little knife out of her pocket and pushed the tip of it against Mickey's back. "Drop that, please," she said in the same sweet tone. She wasn't fantastic with the knife, never really having been good at fighting herself, but she'd use it. The good thing about him having a shotgun was it was too long to immediately thrust into her face. She knew that from out there. Simon, who was closer, lunged at Mickey, his big arms flying out like clubs at his middle.
They were faster than they should be. Mickey saw that right away. Like Mannix, which he knew didn't bode well for him when they made contact. He felt Violet's knife in his back which just made him slow, steady himself for a moment, just before one of them attacked. As the man, vampire, whatever, lunged, Mickey turned into it, giving himself a chance to block part of the blow with the gun, which he was turning towards Violet. He was on his good knee, otherwise the movement wouldn't have worked, but he did managed to smack the butt of the gun into the girl before the weight of the man attacking him, forced his bad knee to give out. The strain put on it had him crying out in pain, but even down on one knee he wasn't useless.
Brutus wasn't far behind Simon whose attack was partially blocked. Brutus' arms flew out, fists the size of hams swinging toward Mickey. Violet shrieked when she was hit, tears immediately beginning to pour out of her eyes. She held the side of her face and tried not to fall over into the bushes beside the porch. Her back hit the side of the house hard but she kept her feet. "You fucking asshole!" she screamed and kicked petulantly at Mickey. Simon, seeing Violet had been hurt, went from all business to enraged. He hadn't protected her through all of this to see some pitiful excuse for a human so much as bruise her. He let out a loud grunt, making a grab for the gun with one hand, his other flying fisted toward Mickey's face.
The gun was lost somewhere in when the second guy hit him. It might have gone off again, but he wasn't sure, he'd thought he heard it. Mickey's hand found the knife though, reaching out with that as well, slashing quickly. He thought he contacted with something, felt that way at least until something smack him in his face and felt his vision waver. He swung again, half blinded, stars in his eyes, but Mickey was still trying. They wouldn't take him down without a fight.
Violet was whimpering miserably. How could he have done that to her? She was just a little girl. She wanted his head on a stick now. "Simon, I want his head on a stick! Do it like the other guy!" she crowed even though that wasn't the plan. Simon knew better than to give her that. And Brutus was down, the gun having found its mark finally with the big guy. Simon wasn't sure if Brutus was dead but he sure as hell wasn't letting this guy get away. He hissed in pain as the knife slashed his knuckles as he'd swung to hit Mickey again. He grabbed for Mickey's wrist, intent on crushing it until he gave up the knife, the other hand swinging again to catch him in the head.
Mickey felt his wrist give faster than he would have liked and the knife fell, with another sharp pain shooting down his arm. He didn't care what the girl was yelling, certain he was dying anyway. It would figure. He'd die trying to help someone out. He swung with his free hand, aiming for the guy's gut before he was hit in the head again. This time the stars stayed longer and just when he thought his vision might clear, the world went black.