Cameron stuffed the phone into the dark cushions of the couch and sat back with a faint sigh in the darkness. His brown eyes searched for something to do but found nothing. He bit his lip and stood slowly, walking upstairs with a quiet shame surrounding him. He plopped into his bed, called for his alarm to be set to his phone, and soon he had fallen asleep.
(Should we have them meet up again or something?)
(Yeah, that'd be cool. Maybe they don't almost kill each other? Maybe Cameron gets cornered by (idk) a gang and Ava swoops in like, "No, he's mine to kill!" then decides he's already fucked up enough that she wants to help?)
(I really like that idea, it sound great! Should we skip to at least a week later so that they’ve healed a bit from their injuries?)
(Neat! How about we skip directly to that, which would be about two weeks. Also, I don't know if I asked, but do you write smut?)
(Okay! Two weeks is perfect! Would you like to start this time? Yes, I do.)
(Yes, I'd love to start! And neat, once the time comes we can move to PM for that.)
(Thanks! Alright, great.)
Cameron was out again doing his job. He decided to aim for a more dangerous part of his town, which wasn't even considered a part of it. After taking out a few random pickings on the street, he jumped down and stretched out with a yawn. He might as well go home. His contract was not coming by, and he had waited an hour. He started to trot home, sticking his pistol in his pocket and slinging his rifle back. He trotted for a bit, until he felt the strap get seized and pulled on. It took a bit of strength to pull someone like Cameron, but whomever they were, they did that and more. He was grabbed by the middle of his neck with one last gasp of air and pushed against the wall. It… it was his contract.
Now, his contract was a huge man. That's why he was waiting out on the roof to ensure his safety. This man was also a huge part of a mob, which was threatening to harm the safety of the town. Now, Cameron was cornered by one, and he saw a few more approaching his sides.
"Ay, nice job, boss!" One guy congratulated the bigger guy, patting his arm. Cameron did not struggle, he just glared and tried to hold his breath. His body wanted to struggle and flail. Try and get any blows landed before he got killed. But that was stupid.
Ava runs across the rooftops, leaping from building to building. The feeling of freedom is electrifying and addicting, she can never get enough. It’s not long before she hears a commotion nearby and decides to investigate. She’s bored and picking a fight could be fun. Kneeling down on the roof, she peers below her to get a good idea of what’s going on. In the alleyway below, serval large guys are pushing around and beating up another guy. To her utmost surprise, she recognizes the guy that’s being beat up as the asshole who shot her two weeks ago. Now is the perfect time to take revenge and all she has to do is get rid of the other guys. She leaps off of the roof with cat like grace and lands on one of the men’s back, taking them all by surprise. The man was in shock for just a few short seconds, giving her the opportunity she needed to snap his neck. With a dull thud the body falls to the ground, leaving Ava to face off with the dead man’s partners. She decides to focus on the one closest to her first. The two size each other up for a moment before she makes a move. They engage in hand to hand combat but the man was no match for her and it's not long before she ends his life by expertly slitting his throat. Two down, three to go. “I’ll give you one chance to leave before I kill you,” she warns them, making her voice deeper so it can’t be recognized. The three men refuse to comply. Two of them she manages to take down with ease, stabbing one in in the heart and the other in the head. The last man standing is going to be a challenge. He stands at well over six feet tall and is sporting large muscles. The man goes to draw his gun but ahe sharply kicks it out of his hand, sending it flying. It seems that the man is better trained than the other men seeing as he pullsout a knife and attacks. Ava, not one to run away from a challenge, stands her ground and the two duke it out. The man lands a few solid blows but this fight is personal so there is no chance in hell that she’s letting this thug win. She ducks down and slides between his legs, cutting him right behind his right knee, causing him to stumble and giving her a chance to sink her knife into his lower back and twist. With a cry of pain the man falls and she puts him out of misery by opening his throat. Ava slowly stands and glances around at the three bodies, taking a deep breath. Turning toward the man that had shot her, she points her bloody knife at him. “Remember me, asshole?” She snarls.
The few men had gotten quite a few blows on Cameron, and when he was dropped, his knees buckled and he barelg caught himself on his hands so his head didn't knock off the bumpy, rocky pavement below. He paid no mind to the fight until he was talked directly to by his savior.
Oh, really, great, her, He thought with a raspy cough. There was no way in hell he'd be able to beat her like this, even after she took out all these men. He could barelg bring himself to bring his eyes over the damage done by her and her knife. The bloody brutal mess to her alight-with-fevor face. She'd easily win. She had adrenaline pumping through her veins and not a scratch on her. He had many, perhaps a twisted something or other or a broken rib. It wasn't looking good, especially considering he didn't have a gun on his person either. It was a matter of her mind, wether she wanted to finish him off or not. He didn't respond, couldn't bring himself to, and let his head hang between his aching shoulders to spare any more agony. Maybe she'd stab him right through and end his suffering then. Then it'd be a matter of who fed his dog, and who ran his restaurant…
Looking down at the man, Ava shakes her head at the pathetic sight. He looks like a kicked puppy and that only serves to remind her of how she found Kreja. Great, now she’s feeling bad for him. As much as she would love to kill him, it doesn’t feel right doing it without him being able to put up a fight. She wipes the blood off of her knife and tucks it away. Sighing, she has a feeling that she’s going to regret what she’s about to do. “Get up,” She grumbles, annoyed with herself for doing this. Stepping forward, she extends her hand to help the man up. “Chill out, I’m not going to kill you,” She tells him in case he needs any convincing. If he doesn’t take her hand soon, there is a very good chance that she’ll come to her sense and change her mind about this.
Cameron glanced up warily despite the screaming protest in his neck and throat. He squinted at her but took her hand nevertheless, dragging himself unshakily to his feet, pushing a lot of his weight onto her hand. Once he was up, he took more of his weight to his legs, which shivered as he waited for her to move, letting go of her hand. He glanced at her warily again, wiping blood out of his eyes and leaning against the wall.
"Why do you want to help me?" His voice was faint and dull.
Ava carefully pulls him up, looking at him like he’s a fragile piece of glass that’s about to break. “Shut up before I change my mind,” She tells him, reaching into one of her pockets and pulling out a cloth. Shaking her head, she hands it over to him so he can deal with some of the blood. Truth is, she really doesn’t know why she’s helping him and it’s bothering her. It’s not because he can’t fight back, she’ll killed plenty of people like that before. Stepping back, she takes a moment to study all of his injuries. “You look like shit,” She comments, having no issue with being brutally honest.
Cameron took it warily, sniffing at it before wiping off the blood and pulling down his mask to get more of it away. He was bleeding very visibly from the mouth, which he was trying to stem the most. His nose was also crooked severely and bleeding just as much as his mouth, and he had a black eye.
"I'm sorry, I can't fucking help it," He snapped back with a wince, grabbing his neck.
Ava’s eyes narrow when he pulls down his mask a little. The man seems very familiar but she just can’t put her finger on it. The tone he chooses for his next words cause her hands to curl into fists. “Don’t get an attitude with the person who just saved your miserable life!” She snaps right back. When he winces, she takes note of the way he grabs his neck. “I’m assuming that you don’t want a hospital?” She questions as she taps her foot on the ground.
Cameron leaned off the wall and shook his head, deciding to ignore her hot head. Gods, she's going to be insufferable. She'll just rub this in.
"I just need to get home. Or somewhere. We're not safe out here, especially with me being hurt. I'll just weigh you down like this." He coughed into his hand as to not get blood all over her. "But, no, no hospital, please."
Oh, she’s defintely going to regret this. “Come on, dumbass, let’s get you out of here,” Ava says, moving back over to him and putting her hand on his arm for a second before gesturing for him to follow her. She’s not going to ask him where he leaves because she’s almost positive that he won’t tell her and she doesn’t feel like wasting time. “I’ve got a place where you can crash for a few hours. Just don’t bleed all over my stuff,” There’s no way she’s taking him to her base so that leaves option two, the warehouse Stepping over one of the bodies, she manvoures her way to the front of the alley. “Are you coming or what?”
Cameron heaved himself off the wall with a sigh, carefully picking across the bodies. "Yeah, whatever. I won't lose more blood than what I already have, thanks. And, yes, I'm coming, relax," The man mumbled, picking up his discarded guns on his way over to her. He sheathed them and huffed as he arrived at her side.
After making sure that the man is following, Ava leads the way through the streets of the city, making sure that they stick to the most secluded areas. Every now and then, she looks back to him to make sure that he hasn’t dropped dead. “We’re here,” She annouces, leading him to the back of an abandoned warehouse in the more dangerous part of town. She grabs a key from her pocket and unlocks the door before stepping inside. It’s pretty bare but there’s a small mattress in the corner, a table with two chairs, a crappy couch, and a large locked cabinet in the back. “Make yourself at home.”
Cameron limped into the warehouse and looked around, the cold air tickling his face. "Where is everyone? This isn't some plan to kill me, is it?" He asked sharply and rather skeptically. He leaned into the wall, wheezing softly, forgetting that he even asked a question. I look so stupidly weak. She won't take any more pity on me.
“Why would there be anyone else here?” Ava asks, completely unamused as she closes the door behind him. No need to let any unwelcome visitors get inside. “Oh, get over yourself. If I wanted to kill you don’t you think I would have done it already? Why would I go through the trouble of bringing you here?” She demands, rolling her eyes. “Just sit down and let me get the medical kit.”
Cameron leaned off the wall one last time and limped over to the couch, where he sat with a deep sigh. He coughed a few times and just decided to ignore her, rubbing his chest with a wince. It felt hard and pressured in that area, and it hurt like a true bitch. Kind of like the one he was dealing with.
Ava moves over to the cabinet and unlocks her. She shuffles through all of the weapons until she finds the kit. After grabbing it and locking the cabinet back up, she heads back over to the man on her couch. “Alright, which part of you is screwed up the most?” She questions, plops down beside him and opening up the kit.
"Everywhere," He answered wheezily, clutching his chest. "Most particularly, my chest…" He glanced at her with a cough, wiping up more blood with the bloody cloth clutched in his left hand.