Nikki Malloy | Number Six (sixthengarde) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2017-05-07 19:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | beckett samuels, nikki malloy |
WHO: Nikki and Beckett
WHAT: The people they're running from finally catch up with them.
WHERE: Near M-Town
WHEN: Sunday night, around dusk
WARNINGS: Violence and language mostly
Nikki had spent so long looking over her shoulder that she hadn't been able to imagine a time when she could breathe and just live. She and Beckett, the shit they had gone through, it was intense. The kind of intense that probably should have come with years of therapy if she wasn't too paranoid and proud to go. She'd gotten along okay until then; therapists would still exist in the next few years. Still, it had been hard to imagine a time that would be less rough. Living day to day, sometimes going without food. It had been the norm, and she had accepted it. Until she didn't have to anymore.
It had been an accident, Adam finding out about her and Beckett. Yet, despite how much she had protested, it had probably been the best thing that had ever happened to them. Sleeping on a real bed, that was something she couldn't even remember doing before, and here they were with their very own bedrooms courtesy of mutant detectives who weren't always so good at the detecting part. It had taken her a while to fully accept their newfound fortune; the first few months she still sneaked in and slept on Beckett's floor to keep watch over him. Slowly, the ice chipped away, and she let her guard down. She still wasn't an entirely pleasant person to be around, but now she was a grumpy person who actually left the building and did things without needing to make a thorough battle plan beforehand.
It was a little chilly that night. May was always so hard to gauge with the weather, especially in New York where it could go from eighty degrees to thirty degrees within a few hours. It was cloudy, too, which obstructed the view of the sunset that would normally peak around the skyscrapers where they were walking. The streets on this part of the city weren't as busy as the heart of Manhattan was, the parts that for most was the "bad part" of town was nearly empty. Other than the two of them there were only a handful of people walking on the sidewalks, mostly in silence. There was a pair of teenagers talking very animatedly to each other that were making enough noise for all of them. There weren't even a lot of cars parked, mostly run-down cars with peeling paint. And a van. The van stood out. It definitely screamed out "help me find my lost puppy."
"I vote no Starbucks this time," She kicked a pebble on the sidewalk, trying to hide her smirk. When one of Connor's clones had cornered them in the lobby to practice some kind of monologue, they'd both decided that some time away from X-Factor was needed. The easiest excuse was running out to get coffee, even if that had meant taking everybody's coffee order. And then forcing them all to write it down when somebody had to get all fancy about it. "And we should just bring them all black coffee and pretend they're out of everything else."