Oh So Tragic - Part 3
#3 of Oh So Tragic
The story of a freelance thief and mercenary who slowly begins to find and weed out a strange and complicated mess of plans and tricks to kill her.
writing, characters (c) me
The strange incident of the gunman wore on her nerves as Ralone drove. Who would know I was going to be there? It was a sudden decision....I hadn't planned it a week before. Something just wasn't adding up. Maybe it was a fake. But then again they wouldn't have sent someone to actually wait for her by the gate if they had expected her dead. But I can't be sure if that wasn't a trick as well... She just couldn't piece it together. Maybe if I...
Ralone's deep voice interrupted her thoughts. "You might want to start giving directions to me before I get completely lost."
Her eyes widened. "Oh...uh, take a right." She glanced at the side car mirror to make sure her eyeliner was still intact, and noticed a white Subaru behind them. She ignored it and sighed. Well, it doesn't look like I'll be making any headlines tonight. I wonder if I'll be able to fall asleep. "Take a right." she said distractedly, but as she looked into the mirror again, her orange eyes widened. "And...oh my HELL TAKE ANOTHER RIGHT!"
One of the people in the Subaru behind them was leaning out the window, a black sniper in their hands as they aimed for her side of the black sports car.
Ralone hissed, but didn't listen to her instructions, and she snarled, pulling out both of her pistols and rolling down the window as she leaned out of the car, taking careful aim. A bullet whizzed past her cheek, barely grazing it, and she gritted her teeth, pulling the triggers on both her guns. One of the bullets managed to pierce a front tire, quickly deflating it and making the driver have a bit of a difficult time, but the other missed. _I need to practice doing this more often..._She winced as the sniper bullet nicked her ear this time and she aimed again, a deep frown replacing her snarl as she began to get angry. She hissed and pulled the triggers again, and this time she didn't miss what she'd been aiming for. Both the driver and the gunman suddenly fell limp and the white Subaru swerved for a moment, then crashed into the glass window of a small shop. "Oops...sorry."
Whitefire whipped herself back into the car, put both her guns away and snarled. "Ralone! Stop the car. NOW."
The sports car screeched to a stop and Ralone looked over at her with a confused look. "Why are we stopping, exactly?"
She opened the car door and stepped out, frowning as she heard the sirens of police cars and the wailing of an ambulance this time around. "That date you were talking about... it's canceled." She slammed the car door as the police cars came around the corners of the street, snarled and whipped her wings out. She shot upward before any of the enforcement could even pull a gun on her, and she was soon out of sight.
Ralone slowly smiled as he watched her leave. "Well...I'm surely going to be blamed for some of this..." He shrugged, suddenly laughing loudly enough for everyone to hear. "I guess I can just bribe my way through court."