all for one -chapter 7
Sorry it's been a while, classes started again so i've been sorta buisy. This ones sort of short, but hey, ya gotta take what you can get.
GTFO
Still TGI Fridays
Still Monday night
The duster coat struck Sall as one of the stranger things he had seen in a while, and once the purple hair was taken into account the girl was no doubt different from the other girls in her grade. She didn't go to G. H. Woodman; Sall would've recognized her. Meaning she either went to a private school or wasn't a native to the city. That, or she just didn't go to school, but those kinds of kids didn't tend to hang out at TGI Fridays. She wore a pair of tight black jeans and some old raggedy looking sneakers. She didn't strut either, she just walked normally: odd for her style.
Where Richard and Sall had decided it was a good idea to sit afar from the Cops, the girl, for inexplicable reasons, chose to sit one table over from the police. The group of off duty officers snickered at the girl in plain sight. They would whisper and point and laugh obnoxiously.
The coyote ignored it, or at least, she did a damn good job ignoring them.
It seemed to Sall, that the cops were semi-disappointed that they were being ignored. All of them had been complete assholes to kids in high school and saw the police force as a great way of continuing their self-proclaimed glory days, and one of them was getting smashed on daiquiris with corny names. He wasn't very tall, probably around 5'11", but he was fairly big. His figure was stocky and he walked very waddle-like. "Hey," his voice was sloshy sounding.
The girl looked at him as apathetically as she possible could.
"You look like a whore." The words almost dribbled out of the police man's mouth. "Dontchaknow Halloween's not for another month?" He planted his hairy hands on the table, partially for intimidation; partially because he was so hammered he was about to fall over. "Now did any of that slip into your thick mutt skull of yours?"
The Coyote put down the menu.
"Well did you?"
After that, two things happened. First, the girl let out an uninterested sigh, and then shit hit the fan.
Moving the fastest she had since she walked in, the girl stood up from the booth. Like a magician drawing a rabbit out of a hat, she drew a knife out of her coat and wrenched it into the man's hand. Some blood pooled on the table.
"Jesus Fucking Christ!" the cop screamed in pain.
"The hell are you bitching about?" The girl asked, "Its just your hand, this won't kill you. Honestly I could gut you like a kipper right now, but I'm tired, I got like no sleep last night and had to do stuff today, and I really need my sleep or I get pissy. If you didn't know by the whole knife in your hand thing, I'm very pissy. So just one last question and we can get this over with." From within her duster coat, the girl drew out a revolver and pressed it on the bridge of the cop's sunglasses, which he wore at night because he thought it was cool. "Do you want to live?"
Naturally, the cop was unable to communicate smoothly because of the hunting knife that was currently through his hand, but he was able to give a slow wretched head nod.
"Don't we all," She said smiling. "Don't we all," this time, there was no smile. She looked very, very pissy, pissy enough to pull the trigger. The other cops were scared out of their minds at the sight of the actions of the girl. She stood smiling over the corpse, still tethered to the table by the knife. Very calmly, as if she had done this sort of thing a thousand times before, she drew the knife out of the dead man's hand and wiped it on a napkin then stashed it back in its sheath. "Now," she said, "Who's up?"
No matter what you were told as a child, being a hero always leads to bad things. Those were words that Sall was proud to say he lived by, because if he didn't, well he wouldn't be here right now. Unfortunately, cop number 2 always wanted to shake hands with the chief of police and be awarded the nobody gives a shit version of the medal of honor. He literally dreamt of putting a bullet in the soft young body of that batshit crazy girl, or better yet taking her in alive to prove the precision the police force has the capability of using. High on inspiration, the cop drew his gun when he was absolutely certain the girl wasn't looking at him.
Unfortunately for the would-be hero, the girl did see him. She also wasn't bogged down by pina coladas and dipshiticity and was astonishingly quick on the draw. By the time the cop's hand reached his gun, the coyote's paw was already on the grip of her knife. When the policeman's gun left its holster, the knife had left the girl's hand. And by the time the gun was aimed, the cop was suffering an unfortunate and incurable case of advanced knife in face disorder. "So are the three of you just gonna kill yourselves or make me do it for you?" She said.
Sall watched for a very brief amount of time as the girl 'did it for them'. Both the fox and Richard had hid under the table as soon as the first cop was shot. After she had finished off the last officer, the coyote stood looking oddly disappointed. For a moment, Sall's hope of survival peaked as the girl looked unsurely at the door, but plummeted when she stared him in the eyes. "So," she began, "you're the two who quote un-quote, are responsible for more than half the deaths of gang members over the last year huh?"
She squatted down to eyelevel with them. "Now do you want to know why that makes me mad?"
"W-w-why?" Sall almost whispered the word.
"Because that's my job."
Sall was certain he was about to be utterly ended. He knew there was fear in his eyes, there had to be.
"Don't worry," The girl said, "I'm not going to kill you two. Or hurt you for that matter. I was just wondering if you wanted to, you know, join forces or something?"
"What like the super friends?" Sall asked.
"No." She said. "And we're not friends. I was just wondering if you two wanted to be my acquaintances, or something."
"As long as something doesn't end us up like these guys," Richard said, "I guess I'm sold. Sall how about you?"
"I guess I'm just happy with what keeps me alive." Sall said. "But that doesn't mean I'm happy about this." Sall had never intended to go out crime fighting again. He had never actually intended to do it once. But he would be doing it a whole lot more soon enough.