[identity profile] dainul.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] zg_shadows
((Not very good, but it was spinning around my head. Not really how the city's changed. More how events have changed me.))

Too late I see what the fucker's doing, and his knife is under my guard. It slices into my side, ripping through cloth and flesh, and I swear I feel it taking a chunk out of a rib. I snarl, Rage rising as I press my atack, succeeding in dealing him a wound probably no worse than mine, but he falls back, fear clouding his judgement. I don't hesitate, and there's another death on my eternal rep sheet. Guess we'll have to wait and see whether it's for better or worse. Fucking wannabe monsters disgust me more than the real thing.

A whimper behind me reminds me why I'm here, and I turn around. Two kids stand behind me, probably trying to figure out whether I'm more or less scary than the fucks who kidnapped them. Two out of three. There's another kid somewhere in the wreck of the apartment block, but this lad's badly hurt and needs help I can't give him, and soon. I pull myself upright on the door frame and look out, onto the street. What do I do? One's bleeding out and another's still in there, and'll be dead by the time I get back if she isn't already. And not deciding is the worst damned option of all. I close my eyes and pray to whoever the fuck's listening that what I'm about to do is the right choice, then turn back to the kids.

"Sammy, I need you to listen to me." Fuck, even talking hurts. Gonna need to fix that soon. "You gotta get back to your mum, and get your brother back too. She's holed up above the Waterstones down that way. They've got people there who can help him. I'm gonna stay here and try and find Rachel."

They look at me eyes wide hesitating between wanting to be near the one fucker who seems willing and able to protect them, and wanting to get back to their mother and the hell away from me, then they go. I watch them for a few seconds, then close the door. Either I'm gonna find a little girl or a little corpse. Either way there're gonna be a few less wannabe monsters in the world by the time I'm done. I grow a little, and within second my side's stopped screaming, my head's stopped ringing and I don't feel like I'm gonna throw my guts up over the next guy I have to fight. Damn, I'd forgotten how fucking hard this made me feel. No time to waste, though. There's still more of these fucks upstairs need to be shown what a real monster looks like.
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