He caught a flash of neck, which didn't exactly help the situation--though at this point, he had everything under control that all he did was salivate a little. The kid took forever to get to his point; Lech felt as though he were more under threat of falling asleep than attacking by the time the kid was done. "Huh, so you got bit, and now you've got a neck phobia? Happens to the best of us," he said, rubbing his eyes. Damn, kid could not summarize! "Nah, I get it, kid. I got a few of those myself, tell the truth." Phobias, not neck wounds, though over the span of his tumultuous-at-best relationship with Mick, he'd accumulated a few of those, too.
Wasn't the point, though. The point was that he was stuck on a stupid roof with a stupid kid, and he was starving, and his ankle was still a little ball of burning pain, and if they didn't get back to HQ before the moon rose, everyone--them included--was going to be in a world of trouble.
He could think of one easy solution, but he suspected the kid's phobia would mean an automatic no. And that was even--well, he wanted to be good. If possible. Not go for the easy out. Though right now... no. Okay. They'd figure this out.
The kid's offer made him physically wince. Get carried by the kid? He'd rather die. He'd never live that down if anyone, [i anyone], saw him. "I'll--give me your shoulder," he said, gesturing the kid over. He'd make this work. Maybe. The building was sealed off, though. They'd have to...climb back down. "Shit," he muttered to himself. That wasn't going to happen, with his ankle a bloody mess. Not unless...
"Alright, fuck this. Kid, carry me. We'll catch a taxi at the bottom." They couldn't afford to take it slow. Not right now. "We've got no time to waste. Promise I won't bite." He flashed the kid a winning smile with very human teeth and reached out, gesturing for him to move closer. He was safe now. Safe enough. They just had to get the hell out of here and back to HQ, ASAP.
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[font "Tahoma" In retrospect, evaluating the situation in its entirety, he could now see (clear-headed) that his reaction had been a little over the top, maybe. Of course, that didn’t mean Kaien had any future plans concerning letting shit like that fly by him, or that he regretted cussing Lech out, but the ankle had probably been overkill. It’d been instinctual (mainly), but he’d be lying if he claimed he couldn’t see the discomfort written all over the man’s face. [i Again,] no repentance, but...well, he could’ve handled it with a little more dignity. There were plenty of ways Kaien could think of that he could’ve used to put him down.]
[font "Tahoma" But the reason it’d [i happened] raised another question, one not necessarily pertaining to the secret Lech seemed to be keeping.]
[font "Tahoma" If it’d happened once, chances were, it’d happen again, and while there were many things Kaien could be coerced into with the right attitude and enough begging, whatever [i that] was did not section in. If they were going to bring this case to a close, there was one thing he needed voiced.]
[font "Tahoma" He raised a hand to grab Lech’s attention, and began unzipping the first several centimeters of his jacket ]
[font "Tahoma" [b “Before we continue with any sort of partnership--”] He tugged at the collar, exposing the flesh of his neck , and with it the ravaged but healed over flesh of an old wound. It was an instant, and soon enough his neck was covered once again, zipper sliding into place to keep the collar affixed. [b “Remember that… ugh, it’s so lame to call it that, because it’s [i not], but… that ‘phobia’ Aries mentioned back at HQ? It’s got a lot to do with why my neck’s the way it is.”] He paused, considered his words, then leveled Lech with as serious of a face as he could muster up. [b “What I mean is… if we’re going to--”] Okay, no. Backtrack, try again. [b “I reacted the way I did because I didn’t expect it, but that’s not the deal anymore. Now, I know what I’m in for, so. If you… slip, or whatever, again, or if you feel [i off] in any way...”] Despite how frequently he made it a point to have his voice just… generally [i heard], this was proving very difficult. He didn’t [i do] threats, didn’t [i do] classic intimidation. [b “Just. Let me know. Okay? Okay. Moving on.”] Thank god [i that] was over, [i wow.] [i This] was why he avoided ever doing any interrogating off the streets. If it hadn’t been for Aries, he’d still be speaking in code.]
[font "Tahoma" He stepped back, propped a palm against his hip, and inclined his head. [b “So, what’s the plan? With that leg, it’d take you about two years, give or take, to reach HQ. I know I told you to ‘get the fuck away’, or whatever, but the mission takes priority right now. I’m not that much of a diva.”] He was, but not during work hours, and not when it really mattered. [b “If you’ve got your shit handled, I can carry you? Lending you my shoulder works too, I guess, but that’ll take about twice as much time with how much vaulting we need to do on our way back. Your call.”]]
Ha, wasn't fooling the kid, was he? Hadn't expected it. Lech sat back and breathed through his mouth, hoping it'd dull the scent of-- of exactly what he needed to sate the endless hunger rolling through him. To stop the pain that throbbed from his injured ankle.
Aries answered the phone. He listened quietly, taking what he could from the one-sided conversation. Oh? Wait, was the kid actually covering for him? Bold move. And an unexpected one. Why? He'd seemed so disgusted with Lech just a moment ago.
Sometimes, he really felt as though he didn't understand people at all.
He gritted his teeth and lifted his bad leg, pulling his ankle closer. Lifting his pant leg gingerly, he gave it a hard look, and almost immediately regretted it. The whole thing looked like meatloaf. Blood was pooling in his shoe or under his foot, depending on how he turned it, and--damn, was that a flash of bone? Shit. Mick hadn't pulled his punches. He'd be lucky to walk on this before the week was out.
Hadn't been moved? Oh, good. Her. Yeah, she was up to some shit. And now he had a matching bite. Though... he frowned. Hers was shaped differently, wasn't it? He'd have to go take a look, but he could've sworn it was a different bite. So she hadn't been bit by Mick. Huh. Well, there were other wolves in the world, he supposed. Lucky for him he wouldn't have to go kill Mick to keep from turning wolf this full moon, since he was already--well, otherwise predisposed.
Lech went stiff suddenly, as the full force of that thought hit him. Wait. She was--and then the wolf--shit. No way. Could it be? He turned his eyes upward. The moon hadn't risen yet. He pulled out his phone and checked it, holding his breath while Google loaded the results. And then he chuckled. Ha--explained why Mick had taken to the hills. Even he knew better than to be in the center of the town on a full moon. Sure, lycanthropes had it a little easier than actual weres, but--they'd still transform against their will and run wild under the moon's light. Which meant...
"Wait, kid, wait," he called. With some effort, he pulled himself back to his feet, getting his one good foot under him. "Kaien. Wait." His bad foot screamed out in pain when it took his weight, but it still took his weight. He hobbled towards Kaien, but then stopped, self-conscious enough to keep his distance. "Listen--we need to go back to headquarters. Tonight. The answer to the mystery might be in HQ." He glanced at the boy, at the tense lines of his body, then sighed. "Listen, I get that you don't want to trust me--don't want to be near me, and that's fine, what the hell ever. But if we don't head back to HQ tonight, we might never solve this mystery."
Lech chuckled, then nodded. "Hell, faster we figure this one out, the faster the case is over, the faster you can beg Aries to reassign you to a better partner, huh?" Surely that'd be motivation enough to get the boy to join him. He couldn't go alone. The way his ankle was--the way his hunger was--he'd be more of a danger to the world alone, not to mention he moved with all the speed and grace of an injured hippopotamus. He needed the kid's help to get to HQ in time.
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[font "Tahoma" [b “You,”] he began, eyes narrowed. [b “don’t know what I’m talking about, really?”] Funny. Real funny. [b “[i Real] funny. You’re lucky I didn’t projectile kick you straight over the edge of this roof with that shit you just pulled.” ]He straightened, momentary lapse nothing but a memory, going for his phone just in time for it to go off, signaling the long awaited call from the big boss himself. [b “And I wasn’t panicking. Just voicing my outrage. It doesn’t even matter. As long as you stay right there, I’ll be just fine, promise, [i ja?]”]]
[font "Tahoma" He pulled the phone out, glanced down at the caller ID, and swiped 'answer’. He’d messaged him in his panicked outrage, but now, well… he wasn’t too sure of what to say. Would he rat Lech out? [i No,] that was… unproductive at best. Clearly, there seemed to be some sort of secret there, whatever it was, and while that wasn’t saying Kaien wasn’t [i curious,] at present, he was more than satisfied with a vaguely antagonistic acquaintanceship. ]
[font "Tahoma" [b “Boss,”] he spoke, voice low, level, a polar opposite to the lump of anger gathered in his chest, torso turned sideways for both optimal privacy and observation. He'd be damned before he let this happen again any time soon. Luckily for him - and Lech, it seemed - this mission was close to unraveling. [i Close enough,] at the very least. [b “Yes, we've got a lead,”] he sharpened, eyes locked in on Lech's stationary posture. Right. Focus. [b “No, that's not what I-- it doesn’t even matter, honest. There was a situation, and I thought I might have to-- no, I didn’t. Nothing happened.”] A pause, then- [b “No, sir. I apologize for interrupting you during work hours. No, that isn’t-- oh my god! Boss! I promise it’s nothing! I overreacted in a situation I didn’t need to overreact in, and my first instinct was to get in contact with you. That’s it. It doesn’t go any deeper.” ]Another pause, this time longer. [i Ugh,] he really should’ve thought this through. Or, he needed to start messaging Aries more often, so that when these incidences [i did] occur, he could meander his way out of them with ease. This, at present, wasn’t working. [b “Yes, he’s here. I told you, there was a situation. Yes, we’re getting along fine. He had me buy overpriced coffee, but that’s about it. No, I haven’t been stirring shit. You can ask him if you like.”] He looked to his front, then back at Lech. [b “Right, while you’re on the line, uh. The woman? The blonde, whatshername? Keep an eye on her. She’s hiding something.” ]His eyes stung. How long was it since he’d slept, now? [b “Mm. Got it. Thanks, boss. I’ll let him know.” ]
[font "Tahoma" He cut the line, pinched the bridge of his nose, then exhaled.]
[font "Tahoma" [b “Boss wants you to know she’s been moved. Still in the building, just lower down. That bite’s getting nasty, is what he said.” ]Putting his phone away, he walked to the edge of the building, the same one they’d climbed over, and looked down, inspecting the ground surface. ]
[font "Tahoma" [b “Doesn’t seem like they’re there, at least from what I can see from here. Doubt they’ll let this go, though. Without proof of innocence, I mean, so… we should probably get that settled some point soon.” ]He stepped back from the edge and put his phone away. [b “I’m not asking if you’re good to go back on your own, but I’m not stabbing you in between the eyes with this knife I have strapped to me, either, so I think we’re more or less even. You planning on dragging yourself back?”]]
Hands gripped his hair, then yanked. For a second, he regained control, but then instincts surged, anger and pain only serving to fuel the fire. He lunged for the kid's neck--
And crumpled backwards as his ankle screamed in pain and gave out. Kaius scrambled back from him, gabbling questions and curses as he reached for his phone. Anger welled up from somewhere deep and dark inside of him, and he clawed at the roof, dragging himself towards Kaius. All he needed to heal was right there, right before his eyes. All the pain and weariness would be gone. He'd be powerful again, unstoppable--
[i No. No. Stop! ] He screamed it at himself from miles away. He couldn't. Not now. Not after everything! He wouldn't---not anymore! He drew to a halt, his limbs trembling. He was better than this. He could be better. Shit. It was just a fucking ankle, dammit. He would've been fine, if only that damn asshole Aries hadn't forced him to take on a partner! He operated alone for a reason, damn it!
"I," he heard himself saying, "I don't know what you're talking about. The hell did you kick my ankle out for?" It wouldn't work. Kaius was a hunter, he knew. He knew. He was lucky the kid was scared out of his wits rather than trying to take Lech's head off, because as weakened as he was, the kid stood a chance at succeeding.
"My shit is together. Nothing. It was nothing," he snapped. It was nothing, wasn't it? No one had been hurt. A temporary lapse, that was all. It'd happened before, it'd happen again. He'd never hurt--never killed anyone yet. Shit. He was hungry, though. Now that he'd come close, been aware of his hunger, he could feel it raging inside him, clawing at his guts, screaming to be sated. Just a little. Just a little, and it'd feel so much better. All he had to do was--
Stop. No. He wiped his face down, took a deep breath. He was better than that. "Look, kid, stop panicking. It's not going to get us anywhere. I don't wanna be here, and you don't wanna be around me. There's gotta be a way off this roof." He hoped. He could still smell the wolves in the area, though. Were they circling, waiting for them to come down? Or rather, waiting for him to give in? He laughed mirthlessly and wiped his face again. Dammit. At least they wouldn't have to worry about him going wolf, but honestly? That might've been better. At least then Kaius would stand a chance, if it came to a fight.
One moment, everything was fine. Crisis averted with [i mild] injury, plan of action set, the end was more or less in sight. He could already see himself proudly submitting a rent check a week in advance, but somewhere between the past fifteen seconds and now, something had gone [i terribly] wrong, because here Kaien was, stuck in what appeared to be Lech’s vise grip, the latter’s mouth [i dangerously] close to the exposed skin just above one of Kaien’s carotid arteries. The dread shooting straight through his nervous system and up into his brain was instantaneous.
His shoulder muscles tensed, the chill running laps up and down his spine only accentuated by the prominent breath against his skin. He’d do it. [i He’d do it]. What would he do? Kaien didn’t know yet, but he knew he wouldn’t like it. Knew he wouldn’t be okay with it. The ant bites prickling at his skin were evidence enough of that. Would Lech try to kill him if he resisted? Would… whatever [i this] was consume him the moment Kaien’s body pulled back, and would he just… tear into Kaien’s neck and leave him dead on top of this horribly constructed building? Is that what would happen? Would he die on this roof if he tried to fight him? Maybe… maybe standing still was better. Safer. He’d done it before. Maybe it wouldn’t even hurt! [i Maybe…] His eyes closed, jaw locked in place, and he did the one thing he could think to do; followed the instincts running wild and thundering at him to [i haul ass.]
He grabbed a fistful of Lech’s hair and [i yanked.] Hard.
The instant of distraction was all he needed to introduce the toe of his boot to the worst of Lech’s injuries; his mangled ankle.
“Get the [i fuck] off me!” he scrambled back, tripping over his feet and hitting the cement with a heavy thud, eyes wide and wild. Free from the grip, from the proximity, he could feel the adrenaline from their previous escape subsiding, replaced by… by… fear? Anger? He didn’t know. Couldn’t tell. His hands were sweaty, tingling at his sides, and his limbs felt anchored in place. Throat tight. “What the fuck is wrong with you!?” Oh my god, oh, what the fuck. What the fuck, what the fuck! Beads broke out on his forehead, the back of his neck, shaking hands gripping the material of his pants. He felt like vomiting. “What the fuck were you planning on doing!?” He had to get away. He tried just that, but his body was lead. He couldn’t even look away. Could only continue yelling obscenities, trying and [i failing] to distract himself from what could’ve just happened. [i What the fuck.] “You ever try that shit again and–!” The lump in his throat grew heavier, but he could feel his extremities again, and he clambered to his feet shakily, [i instantly] backing away to the edge of the roof. He’d sooner jump off the top of this fucking building than get more than ten feet closer to Lech. In fact, jumping off the building was looking more and more appealing the longer he stood there and thought himself into a panic attack. How could’ve Aries not thought to [i tell] him his to-be ex partner was anything other than human. “Stay exactly where the fuck you are. I know what I’ll do if you get closer. Get your shit together.” If he moved, Kaien would throw himself off, that was decided. He dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone, firing off a quick message of ‘??????? call me???right now?’ to Aries’s ims, jittery fingers tightened around the device. He looked back up. “What the [i hell] was that.” Jesus.
The kid finally hauled him over the edge. Lech breathed a sigh of relief, resting on his one good leg for a moment, but then Mick jumped again--almost high enough to reach the ledge--and he started moving. He still couldn't feel his foot. It didn't really take his weight, but it didn't give out completely, either, so he hobbled after the kid, following him up the wall to safety.
The roof was a welcome respite. He sat down heavily, resting his foot and arm. Mick had ripped him up good. At least the shoulder was only superficial stuff, scrapes and bruises--the guy's claws hadn't grown yet. The foot was... he grimaced as the pain finally pushed its way through the adrenaline. His bones screamed in pain, flesh feeling just as mangled and twisted as it looked. Swallowing what pain he could, he poked at it and froze, whole body tensing at the pain that rolled up his leg. Okay, enough of that. No touching it. If he didn't touch it, the pain was manageable.
"I liked those shoes," he grumbled.
Kaien offered him a hand up, and Lech took it. He tried to stand on both feet, only to have a railroad spike shoved up his foot--or, well, that's what it felt like. At least the other one was still functional. He balanced on one foot, breathing slowly in and out, counting the beats of his heart. If he focused on that, his foot didn't hurt so bad. And if he didn't focus on his foot, then everything was fine. Just peachy.
He nodded as the kid ran down the events. Kid was right; if Mick's attack hadn't convinced him, the rest of it would've by now. Something fishy was going on. That woman... he didn't know what her game was, but he was taking serious offense to it, now that it'd nearly killed her. The next time they met, it wouldn't be on friendly terms. "You aren't kidding," he grumbled aloud.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I can walk," he said gruffly, and pushed away from Kaien. The first step was fine, but the second he put his bad foot under him, it gave way. Startled, Lech stifled a yelp of pain and surprise as he fell and grabbed for something, anything--not his bad foot, he didn't want to land on his bad foot. The kid came into reach first, and he caught his shirt on the way down--then stiffened. Shit. No. Not now. But he was injured. And it was so close. His fingers dug into the kid's shirt, shoulders tensing as he tried to fight instinct. Not now. Not now. Not him. Aries would murder him. But it was close. There was no one else around, and it was so close. He drew himself closer, strength suddenly iron, grip like a vise, nails biting into the kid's flesh as he pulled himself up higher on the kid's body. And then he could smell it, closer than ever; his pupils dilated, teeth aching for it. [i No! NO!] he shouted at himself, but his internal voice grew quieter by the second, rationality rapidly disappearing. No, he couldn't. He'd been good for so long. But it'd been so long. And here he was. And here it was. And he was injured and hungry. Aries never had to know. He drew closer. His lips parted. So close. So. Close.
If you’d told Kaien he would be spending his Friday evening running from wolves on account of a misunderstanding, he’d have laughed it off with a ‘wouldn’t be my first time’ and gone on his merry way. Now, however, the prospect didn’t seem too funny, because when he recalled, he’d toed the line with death on all of the previous occasions, and none of the other wolves had been [i Silver Mick.] If they were lucky, they’d manage an escape without any serious– [i Holy shit.] His torso twisted just in time to see Mick's jaw snap around Lech's ankle, the sickening crunch of bone permeating through the buzzing in Kaien's ears, and it was incentive enough to have him dropping down into a crouch, one hand gripping the edge and the other tightening around Lech’s palm. Here’s where he thanked the father, son, and holy spirit for his genes because, despite some effort, he managed to haul Lech’s body over the ledge, leaving the trio - while snarling menacingly up at them - thankfully trapped on the ground. He pressed his back against the wall, nodded at Lech, and started to move towards the balcony. Mick was unlikely to follow now, but Kaien was certain this wouldn’t be the last they saw of him.
A few short minutes and a bit of teamwork later found them sat on the roof of the building, stamina decidedly spent - Kaien’s, at least - but, for the moment? Safe. As safe as a pair of hunters for hire [i could] be around these parts, at least.
“I’m loving this turn of events,” he mused, fingers intertwined across his stomach and gaze pointed up towards the sunset sky. “What a load of bullshit.” As little as Kaien actually [i knew] about Mick apart from his dealings with Aries, the one factoid that stood out above the rest was Mick’s astounding ability to hold a grudge for however long it took; that is, until the time came when he eventually wrapped his claws around the perpetrator’s neck and put an end to it. “He’s not gonna let this go if we ask nicely, is he?” No, he wasn’t, because as sleazy, as underhanded as Mick was, he took care of his boys, and as it stood, their side wasn’t looking all too innocent. He dragged a palm down one side of his face, let out a groan, and heaved himself back up. “Here,” he said, offering a hand and pulling Lech to his feet. Foot. His one fully functioning foot. [i Jesus,] that looked nasty. “This building’s sealed off, so we’re safe, but… we should probably move. Get back to hq, have someone fix that up for free. And that woman… whatever her name, I think you’re right. There’s something she’s keeping from us, for whatever reason. It just doesn’t add up.” Not the evidence , and not her testimony. Like Lech had said, there had to be something else there. Something connecting all these dots. “You okay to walk on your own?”
Holy parkour, Batman. The kid was a regular Robin, leaping around like some circus freak and jumping straight up the wall. At the moment, Lech didn't care. In fact, he was glad as hell. As long as the kid survived, Aries wouldn't murder his ass.
Though right now, the bossman would have to get in line.
He followed Kaien up onto the ledge, his mangled arm aching as he gripped at the bricks of the wall. "Go, go, go," he chanted at Kaien, offering the boy a hand up to the next ledge. If they could scale this building, chances were they'd get away.
The wolves growled, staring hungrily up at them. One, larger than the rest, leaped up at the ledge and somehow reached; Lech flinched as jaws snapped shut an inch away from the back of his calves. Shit. Why the hell did it have to be Mick? Any other wolf, and they'd be safe already. "Get out of here!" he shouted at Kaien.
Once the boy was up to safety, he hauled himself up. Halfway up, his arm twinged and went weak, giving out from under him. He slipped and fell, hanging from only his good arm. Damn it! "Kid!" he shouted, reaching up with his bad arm. He hated to admit it, but he needed a boost right now! Jaws snapped shut around his shoe, and he shouted, kicking at Mick; his foot connected and knocked the wolf free, though the wolf stole his shoe and left his foot bloodied. It looked nasty, but he couldn't feel any pain yet; the adrenaline was pumping. "Kid, get me out of here!" he snapped.
A convenient fire escape did not, in fact, materialise itself. In fact, [i nothing] did - bare, tall brick walls lining the long alley - and Kaien spent a better part of the next two minutes cursing out whoever had been dumb enough to construct the architectural plans for these buildings. No fire escapes? Yeah, definitely a great, fucking [i spectacular] idea, especially considering how [i often] fires appeared to flicker into activity around this particular area.
His eyes darted from side to side, desperation clinging to his rapid movements like a seasoned mistress, gaze scoping out the area for an inkling of a way out of this minute mess. Okay. Think rationally, ignore the three wolves going for your partner's and your necks and focus on the positives. [i Okay.] Theoretically - [i logically] - the possibility of [i no feasible] course of action they could turn to existing was low. There had to be [i something] - a way to scale any one of these buildings and assure the two of them lived to see to the bottom of this and receive their pay checks - he was [i sure] of it.
He turned the corner, gasped air into his lungs, and there it was, a proverbial heaven sent materialized in the form of two bricked up windows, one right above the other, leading up and onto a narrow ledge that connected to a barless balcony just three stories up. That's right; wolves didn't do well with climbing, even less with heights. He couldn't account for Mick, but he knew for a fact Baldy and Skinny wouldn't be following after them, and that was already two problems less. It was a start. He picked up the pace, ran through a suitable self pep talk, and promptly lunged for the frame of the window. Clinging to it was a challenge, but Kaien's always done very [i well] when it came to challenges of the physical sort, so in the span of several seconds he stood balanced on the ledge with Lech [i hopefully] right behind him. He'd promised him [i strict] professionalism, and caring for your partner's well-being...well, that was a solid tier four--he never once looked back.
Besides, he firmly believed Lech was experienced enough to handle it.
// lmao @ my dead ass... gimme 3 seconds to get back into character. this is a transition post more than anything else
Behind him, the table was flipped out onto the dance floor as the other lycanthropes tore their way out from behind it. Lech didn't waste a second looking back; he already knew what he was going to find. Instead, he beelined for the back door. The kid wouldn't know about it; it'd be a good way to let him get away alive . Two ordinary wolves were a survivable threat, if extremely dangerous. One pissed-off Mick was not.
Mick barreled after him, half-wolf, mindless of the innocent patrons he was knocking aside like so many cardboard cutouts; Lech glanced behind him in time to see the man bounce a hefty woman off his shoulders like it was nothing at all. Lech was losing time on sliding through the patrons rather than barrelling through them--how ridiculous was that? Common sense just didn't come into play when Mick was in the building.
The back door had been replaced by an emergency door--the kind that told him, in no uncertain terms, that he'd have to press on it for fifteen seconds before it opened. Lech slammed into it, intent on not waiting for a single second, let alone fifteen, and it flew wide open and sent him stumbling across the alley behind and into the wall across from the bar from the residual force of his blow. One of the bartenders was crouched back there, smoking something that didn't smell like tobacco; he furrowed his brows at Lech, at his torn jacket and mangled arm. "You can't be back here," he managed half-heartedly.
"I don't intend to stay," Lech fired back, pushing off the wall and racing down the alley. Bare seconds later, Mick crashed into the door; rather than bother with such inconveniences as a push-bar, the door gave way with a great wrenching of metal and crashed against the alley wall where Lech had been moments ago. At that, Lech found speed in him that he hadn't even known he'd possessed, the way he was. Common sense didn't even come into the equation when Mick was around.
"Hey, boss," the bartender muttered, as Mick raced after him.
Someone drew up alongside him. Lech's heart jumped into his throat, and he spun, expecting another wolf--but no, it was Kaien. Damn! The only [i worse] possibility. If he got the boy killed, he'd get chewed out worse than if Mick caught him right here and used him as a chew toy! Wasn't like he gave a shit, but at the same time, he'd like to avoid it.
"Go high! They can't sprout wings or climb ladders with paws!" Lech snapped, like it was obvious. If only a convenient fire escape would materialize itself...
There was something oddly mesmerizing about watching a situation escalate without any incentive whatsoever, calculating the possible end-scenarios in a detached ‘watching your friend’s parents lecture them and wondering when it’s your cue to take the nearest exit’ sort of way.
Kaien leaned back against the plush leather couch, noting the gross off white color to it, exchanging glances with Lucas every few seconds and watching for signs of recognition on the blond’s tightening features. Lucas was confused, you could see it on his face, but Kaien himself knew exactly what was coming the moment he caught note of the distinct sound of breaking knuckles and protruding canines.
He was out of that chair the instant Lech gave his sign.
There was no god that could’ve kept his ass fixed in that seat any longer, not after seeing that wild look in Mick’s eyes.
He was daring, sure, a lit match in a circle of gasoline, but death wishes were still very much [i off] the menu.
Tearing through the accumulating crowd with practiced proficiency, he leapt behind the bar counter just in time to avoid a clean sweep of the dance floor, compliments of Baldy and his table-turning butterfingers.
“Oh jesus shit,” he cursed, ducking below the ensuing onslaught of glasses and pressing up against the inner-side of the bar, just below the counter. He counted the glasses as they fell, eternally grateful he wouldn’t have to be the one cleaning up the mess later on.
Well, there was little cleaning he could do if he was dead and fixed to Mick’s prize-wall.
Running was probably a good idea at this point.
Using the screams as a guideline of where [i not] to go, he went lower into his crouch, wrapping around the cold marble until he could see a clear path towards the door, blockaded only by a few stiletto-donning brunettes.
Then he took off running, barely managing a glance at his back as he gripped the doorframe on his way out. Oh, [i oh they’re right there], his inside voice supplied helpfully, just before he bolted through the ajar exit and into the cool night air. The club was a shabby spot, so its surroundings had to be too. Neighborhood practically void of life, it was basically the best place for leaving dead, chewed to bits bodies in dark unexplored corners. He really, [I really] didn’t want to be one of them just yet.
He thanked any and every celestial spirit above for his Sasquatch genes, because his long legs vaulting over the side fence and across the empty streets were the only things keeping him from becoming a cheap chew toy for Baldy to toss around.
Running was easy, running was what he was good at, had [i always] been good at, but running [i away]? Yeah, not so much, especially not from two very [i hungry] looking lycanthropes.
He bounded for a familiar alleyway, hoping to ditch the two there, but then there was Lech with Mick on his tail, and suddenly they were running side to side with Kaien turning sharply to regard his partner in death. “How do you outrun them!” This wasn’t his area of expertise. More importantly, [i this wasn’t what he’d signed up for, holy hell]. “High or low, what’s better!”
Kaien looked like a chihuahua facing down a big dog, that skin and bones frame trembling in his seat, bug eyes darting, trying to decide if he should piss himself and run, or just run. So he recognized Mick too, huh? Didn't do too well on the whole stay cool thing, did he? Lucky for him, Mick was more concerned with Lech, at the moment. Lech managed a smile that was more like a grimace at that. Just perfect.
Mick was a big guy. Always had been, and the few years that had passed since they'd seen each other hadn't gone an inch towards changing that. Lech was pretty sure Mick could crush his skull in bare-handed, if he so desired; he was also sure he'd given Mick plenty of reason to desire to do just that over the years. His black hair was still as jet as ever, his muscles just as grossly overworked as ever, and the only difference from when Lech had last seen him were a few new scars on his knuckles.
"'Enjoy' might be an exaggeration," Lech said, grimacing at his beer. Mick chuckled and clapped him on the shoulder, the usually friendly blows heavy enough to rattle Lech's bones. He wasn't even sure if Mick was trying to hurt him, or just so strong that his 'friendly' was Lech's 'painful.' "Just here to take in the ambiance," he said, gesturing around the filthy, grimy interior decoration.
Mick's grip on his shoulder got tighter. "My boys done you wrong?" he asked.
"Not at all, in fact. Quite the contrary. And we were just leaving," Lech said. He tried to rise again, and Mick effortlessly kept him in his seat.
"I found one of my boys, the other day," Mick said evenly. "Bottom of a ventilation shaft. His neck snapped. Whole building reeked of him. And you know who I smelled, all over that building?"
[i Shit.] Lech could already see where this was going, and he didn't like it. "No idea," he said, stiffening. They might have to fight their way out of here--exactly what he hadn't wanted. At the moment, he couldn't see another way out.
"Really," Mick said. He was smiling, but it didn't look like a smile. It looked a lot more like he was baring his teeth at Lech. And those teeth were starting to look a lot less human. "Because I'm pretty sure you do."
Lech glanced at Kaien. They had run. Now. He tensed. Mick's hands felt like claws. He glanced over. They were claws. Fuck. "I know you won't believe me, but it wasn't me," he said. Mick's eyes were wild. He wasn't going to listen. The other two men at the table were looking decidedly more wolflike; Lucas just looked confused.
"Now!" Lech shouted, and he jumped up, tearing his own suit and flesh as he yanked his arm out of Mick's grip. He sprinted for the door, hoping Kaien knew to follow.
Just to clarify, when he’d said the whole ‘hope their boss doesn’t check up on them on Thursday nights’ bit, that’d [i been a joke]. Nothing could’ve prepared him for the full view of Mick rounding the table and taking a seat across from them, and he was pretty sure the nausea he was feeling wasn’t thanks to the piss drinks.
Kaien’s eyes flitted over to just below Mick’s chin, swallowing down the need to slide out from in between Lech and Lucas and make a discreet run for it.
He was so big. Why was he so big, so ridiculously overwhelming? He was about as tall as Kaien, but where Kaien stuck to a delicate build, just lean enough to not arouse suspicion or evoke trepidation, Silver Mick’s body was a literal slab of mushed up muscle, and the very thought that he spent his day carrying all that weight around was enough to ensure the respect he knew he’d earned long ago. He pulled off the entire mobster look effortlessly, and he was definitely scary enough to warrant the droplets of sweat trickling at the small of Kaien’s neck.
Just his luck, because [i of course] Lech and Mick knew each other. [i Old friend], he’d said, like they were old war buddies, or something. Just how old was Lech exactly?
He needed to get out of here, catch a breather or two or five, but wasn’t too keen on leaving Lech alone. He couldn’t just stand up and leave, either, unless he wanted to catch Mick’s eyes and start a conversation he frankly didn’t want to have. He hadn’t gotten recognized yet, so there was that, at least. Thankful to his genes and the vast number of changes his body’d gone through in just six years, he surrendered himself to the situation.
“Evenin’ boss,” Lucas greeted, straightening up. “Didn’t expect you here so early.” Okay, [i okay], as long as Lucas didn’t endeavor to introduce him, he was probably still in the green lane.
“I had to check up on you and make sure these two weren’t giving you too much trouble.” Mick smiled, one of his ‘if there’s a vote for best boss I better be at the top’ prize-winners, before setting his sights on the two outsiders.
“Lech,” he began, reclining against the lone armchair he’d occupied. “It’s a surprise seeing you here. I didn’t take you for the type to enjoy cheap liquor.” Baldy’s brows scrunched up in doubt, but he let the comment slide, smelling the tension between the two … old friends? “You here on business?”
The kid handled it surprisingly well. Lech didn't care for the glances that flitted between Kaien and the blonde, but maybe that was just a little bedroom eyes before whatever happened later tonight.
Skinny shrugged. "Cheap," he said. "Shitty booze is better than nothing, yeah?"
"There's cheaper beer down at the docks," Lech chimed in.
"But this is home turf," Skinny replied with a knowing smirk. Nothing Lech didn't already know.
Baldy nudged him, and Skinny rolled his eyes. "What? Don't be so twitchy. We're relaxing, celebrating junior's upcoming promotion, aren't we?" He reached out and clapped Lucas on the back.
Lech smiled and leaned in. "Congratulations," he said. "Do you all work together, then?"
"Yeah," Skinny said, leaning back. "We move stuff, mostly. Do a bit of selling." Baldy elbowed him again, but he ignored the warning.
"Around this area?" Lech asked. "You know, I have a friend, used to do some moving in the area."
"Did you? What was his name?" Skinny asked, suddenly interested.
Lech considered for a moment, trying to remember the name of her boyfriend. "Matt, Matt Song," he said. "I haven't spoken to him recently, but last I heard, he was in the area."
Skinny squinted at him; he didn't know. Baldy's eyes widened, and he nodded, then caught himself. Skinny noticed, though, and looked at him. "What?"
"Matt's been missing a few days now," he muttered to Skinny. Lech's eyebrows raised. So the boyfriend was one of theirs? And the plot thickened. It seemed like the wolves hadn't been the ones to kill him, then...or maybe they had. There was any number of reasons Mick would terminate one of his own men.
A thick dog scent suddenly permeated the air--one Lech personally recognized. He stiffened. Shit. Shit. The boss was here. Mick had entered the building. "Been lovely chatting, but..." he checked his watch. "We've really got to be on our way."
He started to rise, and a thick, meaty hand pressed him back into his seat. "Leaving so soon? The night's only just begun, old friend," Mick said, gravel-deep voice rumbling. Lech forced a smile, stomach dropping. Just when it couldn't get any better...
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