silverx (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} silverx) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} x_flashback_x,@ 2008-01-25 23:03:00 |
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| Entry tags: | britannic, silver |
Who: Silver & Britannic
When: Monday, December 3rd, 2007
Where: NYC - remote alley
What: a rescue and a new arrival
Status: in progress
Rating: PG - 13
Silver ran, her backpack thumping against her back as her lungs burned. Damn it! She had gone and strayed into the wrong part of town, and it wasn't dark yet. She could almost feel the moon about to show, but she already knew that it would show up too late. Suddenly she felt herself being pulled back off of her feet as one of the gang members grabbed the back of her bag and pulled hard. She twisted and tried to hit him so she could keep running but the ill trained blow only grazed his shoulder. "Bitch." He snarled before pulling even harder on the bag to slam her into a nearby wall. She could hear his buddies getting closer as he started to wail on her despite her feeble attempts to protect and defend herself.
There was a slight bit of silver arriving but she was too disoriented and hurt to do anything. However it seemed to rile and anger the group even more. "A mutie bitch," someone said before kicking her in the side.
It'd been a long, long night of elbow-deep-in-test-tube fun at NYU, and frankly, Brian was ready to fly home and hit the hay. Sadly, he usually had to find a remote place to take off, and tonight, the streets were pretty crowded. He ducked into a side street and walked nearly half a mile before the outdoor population began to decrease. It was then that he realized that he was in a really cheery part of the city. He didn't feel like being pumped full of smog and/or bullets, so he ducked into an alley to take his leave and head back to Xavier's. On the opposite side of the building, the alley lining it's other entrance, he heard some shouts, though, and he paused to listen. After the term 'mutie' came upon his ears, his feet were off the ground and he was looking down upon the scene below in the next alley over.
His teeth clenched and he descended onto the group that had gathered around a target that he could barely see any longer. It was a girl, a young woman, rather, who was being slung around like a rag doll. His expressions fixed in a sneer, his size sixteens planted themselves in the back of two of the attackers' skulls, sending them into face plants in the dirty pavement. As he landed, he strong-armed a third, which left a handful - including the instigator. He paused, only briefly, to give either of them a chance to speak - he wasn't fully aware of the situation, and frankly, it wasn't possible that they could get away. His eyes shifted to the girl, though, who looked as thought she'd aged fifty years since he had come to her rescue. Her hair had gone silvery and she looked a bit faint - most likely due to the beatings. He readied himself to steady her when the chance came.
Diana knew something had happened, in that they had stopped hitting her but really didn't know why. She backed up as best she could to get a handle. Her legs were wobbly and she saw her bag... her bag with everything she owned in it on the ground. A shuddering cough hit her and little specks of blood came out. She knew that wasn't good. If she could just get her bag, she might, just might be able to port out. It wasn't a very good possibility though. The bag looked so far away. She glanced over at the others in the alley, silvery eyes trying to take in what had happened. Some big guy she hadn't seen before was between her and her bag. He didn't look like a gang member but that didn't mean that things were going to be any better for her. She narrowed her eyes and a low growl came out somewhat against her will. She tried to look tough and confident and failed miserably. It was obvious to anyone that she was barely holding on to consciousness, let alone able to fight off anyone.
"Where the hell did you come from?" the typical leader of the pack figure inquired. He was a slender man, wearing mostly black and had his hair cut short against his scalp.
The large blond man replied quickly, without a second thought, "
"You're one of them, too." The last man standing accused, then spat at Brian's shoes. "This your little sister, then? Or maybe your girlfriend? I know you like to stick together."
"I haven't seen her before in my life," Brian answered, honestly, "but it's human nature to offer help to those in need, whether they be," the Brit paused as he noticed the man wasn't having his speech, and that he was moving forward. His arm shot out and he noticed that the fellow had drawn a blade from the pocket of his hoodie.
KICK! CHINK. PUNCH! "Human or mutant. Now, if I'm not mistaken, you owe this lady an apology." He really didn't have time for this, though, the doctor in him would've preferred to rush to the aid of his prospective patient. The knife in question was now wiggling its handle out of the mortar between two bricks in the alley wall, and the gang member was face down in the pavement with Brian's hand on the back of his neck.
"Won't." The man muttered through a bloody nose and dirt-caked lips.
Brian closed his eyes, gave a little squeeze at the best location he knew on the back of the man's neck to put him out, then moved on his knees over to the girl and her bag - which she was steadily crawling toward. "I'm sorry," he said hurriedly, "I didn't get here sooner." His eyes gave her a good once over now that he had time and he guesstimated her age to be late teens, early twenties. "I'm a, a mutant, too," he thought maybe it would be a comforting thought, but then added, "and a doctor." His long arm reached after her bag and he moved it closed to her, within her grasp. "I can get you to a proper hospital."
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see wavy figures moving and fighting. Their words seemed over loud in her head. She almost laughed when he demanded an apology for her, but the sound of the beating rang so thunderously in her head that she had to pause in her progress to lower her head in an attempt to make the pain go away. She couldn't help a small whimper that was overshadowed by the other noises in the alley.
She had her bag, and tried her best to port away but her head was too fuzzy. The mere thought of trying to focus on a spot made it throb painfully and she wasn't about to teleport blind with how messed up she was. She clutched the bag close to her as she looked at her rescuer. She couldn't understand why he was apologizing. it wasn't like she even knew him, let alone expected him to be there to help her.
She closed her eyes for a moment as another cough ran through her, shaking her whole body. In fact she kept trembling as if freezing, though she was dressed for the chilly weather. She shook her head. "Can't. No insurance." She tried to stem off the shaking and winced when she moved her head. There was more to it then that. He had to know, being a mutant like herself. She didn't trust how they would treat a mutant there, and being underage added more problems.
Still she did know she was messed up. Her basic first aid classes told her that well enough. Just the fact that she could have a concussion and was tired was dangerous enough. Never mind whatever other injuries she might have. If she had a busted rib instead of bruised it could do some bad damage as well, maybe hit a lung or something. She wanted to cry. It was so hard to think right now and her choices didn't seem good. "If you’re a doctor, can't you just fix it?" She gasped out against reason.
"I live with mutants," he explained, "I don't generally touch them until I've asked permission." He took it that he had her permission. He moved further forward still, crawling, then moved up to a kneeling position over the metallic-looking girl. She almost seemed to glow, which was only temporarily a distraction as he began to check her silvery hair for blood and signs of a concussion.
"You won't need insurance, by the by. We are mutants who treat mutants. You can even get some warm food," he was making conversation at this point just to keep her alert. He pulled off his jacket and slid it under her head. After briefly glancing toward the mouth of the alley for any more visitors, he moved his hands toward the zipper on her own jacket. "I'm going to look at your ribs now," moved quickly and carefully and winced when he saw the exposed skin over her slender ribcage. "You're bruised, possibly strained. They gave you the run around, little one." She knew that. Her jacket was tattered at the shoulders and (he assumed) around the back where the brick at shredded and grabbed at it was she was slammed into the building.
He tore a strip of cuff off of his sleeve and he wiped at her mouth and nose (where some bleeding had occurred, hopefully mostly from facial injuries) while he checked her eyes again. She was slipping out of consciousness, and quickly. "I'm going to get you out of here."
Brian fixed her jacket, slipped his around her as well and scooped her up into his arms. He knew, obviously, that he'd have to stay low, and that he might end up with some of her last meal on his shirt, but he had to get her to the lab - fast.
Her hand twitched as he got closer and she was tempted to swipe at him to make him stay away. She buried that temptation and made the conscious choice to trust him. She really didn't have much choice in the matter. "Guess that makes sense." She muttered out. Who knew how someone's powers worked.
She winced as he looked her over and gave a skeptical look about the insurance. "Sounds peachy." Then she scowled. "You think?" She muttered as her eyes drooped. "Gee... I must have missed that when they were using me as a punching bag."
She shivered again as he wiped the blood off and coughed up another small trail. "Sounds good." Whatever happened now, she knew she had no chance of stopping him from doing what he wanted.
She felt him lift her up and reflexively gripped his shirt, her small silver claws digging through the material but not into his flesh. When he lifted off she gasped and closed her eyes, burying her head into his chest.
He could fly? She was scared of heights but this was obviously the quickest way so she didn't say anything. She just kept her eyes closed and kept a death grip on him while trying to control her breathing so she didn't start to hyperventilate.