[Fic] That'll Ever Touch Me
Katya could smell the coldbloods from the bar across the street. Okay, not really, but she did have that weird sixth Rakshasa sense that tended to have her pursuing angels to kill without even really being aware of it. She grinned at Bruce the bartender (they were tight), chugged her beer and got up quickly, slapping down a five for the beer.
Keep the change, Brucie,"she told him, letting her wings out. "I got some hunting to do."
She ran towards the cries for help, cursing under her breath and hoping she hadn't been too slow. She skidded to her right, into an alley, just in time to see a couple of archangels hitting some poor guy--a demon, she figured--with a hefty hunk of concrete.
"Oh that just WILL NOT DO!" she cried with a grin on her face, slipping into a kind of Southern-belle accent--it tended to just come out when she was about to kill.
One of the archangels glanced at her. "Hey lady, I'd back off if I were you, okay?" he said shortly, going back to his work of beating the guy on the ground to death. "This guy's incredibly dangerous."
"I'm sure, bleeding as much black as he is" she drawled, her hand slipping into her pocket. "What is that, some kind of plague? Should I call 911?"
"No, that's really not necessary, ma'am."
"Well in that case..." Katya pulled out her gun and fired twice, letting the buzz of the hunt guide her. Both archangels feel in a spray of white blood, Katya grinning above them.
And so was the guy they had beaten up. He lifted his head--face coated in black blood, eyes unfocused like he had a concussion or was intensely high. The grin on Katya's face turned into a vaguely confused smirk.
"You okay there, bubbabaloo?" she asked, walking up to him slowly, in case he was absolutely nuts or actually violent or something.
"You killed them," he half-coughed. Katya glanced at the bodies of the angels, now limp and dribbling brain matter from the holes in their heads.
"Yep, I'd say I did," she nodded. "They worked you over pretty good."
"I'm fine," he said. "I'm just waiting for that big patch of black in my vision to be gone."
"Oh snookums, that is not a good thing. Come on. Up and at 'em." She reached out a hand for him to grasp, but he didn't move. "Hellooooo," she said, waving her hand in his face. His eyelids were beginning to droop.
"Head," he half-moaned. Whatever was affecting him now was wearing off. "Hurts. Everything."
"Okay kitten, come on, I didn't save your ass just to have you die on me. See my hand? Take it--grab it, come on, up, up, up." He reached for her hand and she just grabbed it, rather than wait for him to fight unconsciousness to get it. She pulled him to his feet, where he wavered and nearly collapsed. "Whoa Nellie," she said, grabbing onto his shirt and pulling him forward so he could drape most of his weight against her. "Jesus, you weigh like nothing. What's you're name, bag 'o bones?"
"Matt," he murmured, almost totally gone now. "Matt Jenkins."
"Well okay then, Mattie dear. I'm Katya, and I"ve got you now. It's okay. I'll take care of you. Just don't die on me. Got that?"
"Okay," he said, and then slipped into unconsciousness.
"Okay," she repeated, and then gave him a quick kiss on the head before dragging him home with her.
Muse: Katya Sokolov
Word count: 567 words
Prompt: Baby, take my hand- it'll be all right--for kawaiispinel
Keep the change, Brucie,"she told him, letting her wings out. "I got some hunting to do."
She ran towards the cries for help, cursing under her breath and hoping she hadn't been too slow. She skidded to her right, into an alley, just in time to see a couple of archangels hitting some poor guy--a demon, she figured--with a hefty hunk of concrete.
"Oh that just WILL NOT DO!" she cried with a grin on her face, slipping into a kind of Southern-belle accent--it tended to just come out when she was about to kill.
One of the archangels glanced at her. "Hey lady, I'd back off if I were you, okay?" he said shortly, going back to his work of beating the guy on the ground to death. "This guy's incredibly dangerous."
"I'm sure, bleeding as much black as he is" she drawled, her hand slipping into her pocket. "What is that, some kind of plague? Should I call 911?"
"No, that's really not necessary, ma'am."
"Well in that case..." Katya pulled out her gun and fired twice, letting the buzz of the hunt guide her. Both archangels feel in a spray of white blood, Katya grinning above them.
And so was the guy they had beaten up. He lifted his head--face coated in black blood, eyes unfocused like he had a concussion or was intensely high. The grin on Katya's face turned into a vaguely confused smirk.
"You okay there, bubbabaloo?" she asked, walking up to him slowly, in case he was absolutely nuts or actually violent or something.
"You killed them," he half-coughed. Katya glanced at the bodies of the angels, now limp and dribbling brain matter from the holes in their heads.
"Yep, I'd say I did," she nodded. "They worked you over pretty good."
"I'm fine," he said. "I'm just waiting for that big patch of black in my vision to be gone."
"Oh snookums, that is not a good thing. Come on. Up and at 'em." She reached out a hand for him to grasp, but he didn't move. "Hellooooo," she said, waving her hand in his face. His eyelids were beginning to droop.
"Head," he half-moaned. Whatever was affecting him now was wearing off. "Hurts. Everything."
"Okay kitten, come on, I didn't save your ass just to have you die on me. See my hand? Take it--grab it, come on, up, up, up." He reached for her hand and she just grabbed it, rather than wait for him to fight unconsciousness to get it. She pulled him to his feet, where he wavered and nearly collapsed. "Whoa Nellie," she said, grabbing onto his shirt and pulling him forward so he could drape most of his weight against her. "Jesus, you weigh like nothing. What's you're name, bag 'o bones?"
"Matt," he murmured, almost totally gone now. "Matt Jenkins."
"Well okay then, Mattie dear. I'm Katya, and I"ve got you now. It's okay. I'll take care of you. Just don't die on me. Got that?"
"Okay," he said, and then slipped into unconsciousness.
"Okay," she repeated, and then gave him a quick kiss on the head before dragging him home with her.
Muse: Katya Sokolov
Word count: 567 words
Prompt: Baby, take my hand- it'll be all right--for kawaiispinel