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ANGST MEME

Sometimes we all want to play some angst and see just how far our characters and and will fall.

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Jase Rivers ~ hitman OC

[killsonthe_sly]

7... gonna do this for sam, you should reply to mine below so we can do one for jase too!

[lormenari]

[Being friends with a hitman? Definitely has its downsides. Like right now, since Sam was picked off the street, shoved into a black car, taken to an abandoned warehouse, and is currently getting the shit beaten out of him as they pry him for information about Jase. Sam had managed to keep his phone during the car ride - they've pushed him into the backseat with an order to keep silent or they'd kill him, and he'd texted Jase with his hands behind his back, and left his phone hidden underneath the cushions. He's a broke prostitute, it hadn't been hard to convince them he doesn't have a phone. His phone does have GPS, and he hopes Jase isn't in the middle of something so he'll get his hastily written text: some guys just kidnapped me asking questions about you please help me!

The thing is, Sam doesn't know anything. Jase has never told him anything. He doesn't even know what they want from him. Jase is a hitman, they obviously know that much. What else is there to know? Who does he work for? He doesn't know

ooh, i just might :3

[killsonthe_sly]

[Jase hadn't allowed himself to dwell on the possibility of this happening, but it had been on his mind almost as soon as he met Sam the second time. He knew the risk was greater, the more he slept with him.. never mind the more he got to know him.

Fuckin' typical this'd happen just as they were getting somewhere, too. The text merely confirmed that which he already knew and he enlisted a few contacts he trusted on the outside of certain quarters to help.

He suspected two main guys; the leader's son of a drug chain he had taken down with Anna as a cop, or the nephew of a mob boss he had double-crossed as a hitman. Two sides of his life, and person, two very real dangers to Sam and himself no matter where you looked.

Turned out, the nephew was out of town, but that didn't make the trail colder, just more suspicious... sure enough, he found a gap in his security outside a non-descript warehouse. He didn't need to know Sam would be heavily guarded and at the very back room where it was coldest and most of all: soundproof]

[lormenari]

[Sam tries to move, but his whole body hurts, especially his ribs. He feels sharp pain whenever he takes too deep of a breath. He manages to look down and see one wrist and hand is heavily bruised and beginning to swell, and considering he can't move his fingers, he figures it might be broken. There's blood in his mouth, and he spits it out and tries to clear his throat to call for help again. He manages to sound a little louder this time, but he doesn't think his voice will carry beyond the walls. He's not even sure there's anyone around to hear him.]

[killsonthe_sly]

[the door is kicked in and a body falls in, unconcious, bleeding. Jase is carrying a knife in one hand which he swipes back, and re-arms himself with his gun] Heard you without it.

[his smile is grim, thunder in his eyes as he approaches him. Hand placing to his chest as he looks at his eyes, deducing he can't walk, so he'd have to carry him. Good thing he sent off that anonymous tip to the cops.. keep these bastards busy. He eases Sam up against him] Trouble follows ya everywhere, huh, blondie?

[lormenari]

[Sam flinches when the door suddenly bursts open, but he makes out Jase's figure, and tears come to his eyes as he approaches. He lets out a pained whimper as Jase gathers him against him, and he wants to reply, but his throat feels too dry. He swallows, squeezing his eyes shut.] Jase. [It's all he can get out right now.]

[killsonthe_sly]

Shh.. little fucker. [he snorts, amused despite his tension.

Kid never knew when to shut up] Got you, alright? [he practically carries him out the back, and when they encounter anyone - he sets him down and either knocks them out cold or shoots them dead.

He prefers them dead, though - there's a cold justice in that. The wail of sirens start up soon and he snorts - late as always, huh? How had he stuck to the force?

Oh, right -- broke the rules and made sure he worked to his own pace. Got him in trouble, but eased his state of mind. Long time ago, though]

[lormenari]

[Sam tries to hold on as best he can with his good arm. He cradles his broken hand against his chest, shivering with pain, and he falls silent for a moment as he tries to relax. He swallows again, struggling to keep his eyes open.]

I didn't tell them anything because you never told me anything. [He whispers, his face pressed into Jase's shoulder.] They had masks so I didn't see their faces either.

[killsonthe_sly]

I know... [he said grimly, eyes ahead of them, his gun raised. The angle awkward but as ever - make it work. They evade the SWAT team sent in by a series of backways and narrow alleys are kept on the route to his own car.

Not too good when they had to press against the walls and hurry along, with Sam so hurt - but getting caught was just not an option. There's a bundle of blankets in the backseat, and he wraps him up in them, checking he lays down...]

You're gonna be fine. Here - [without much warning, he injects him with a substance, just a small hit] Sorry, kid - can't have you fallin' asleep 'til I get ya back.

[lormenari]

Ow! Fuck. [Sam lies down in the backseat, blinking hard and breathing shallowly, his voice ragged.] Jase... no fucking hospitals, okay? Please. You can fix me up yourself.

[Every bump in the road makes him grit his teeth in pain. He still doesn't want to go to a hospital, though. Even if his hand is broken, probably in more than one place.] You can fix me up, right?

[killsonthe_sly]

No arguements here. [he hated the places himself. And this was nothing he couldn't patch up himself. As he drove, he glanced up to meet his eyes in the rearview] Yeah.. hang tight for me.

[lormenari]

[He closes his eyes with a sigh, calming down a little more now that he was safely tucked away in Jase's car. Jase would fix him up and everything would be okay. When he opens his eyes again, he meets Jase's eyes in the rearview mirror, and he tries to manage a small smile.] Thank you... for coming to get me.

7; Kidnapped || /not addicted to torturing her muse, not at ALL.

[buticlosemyeyes]

[This had nothing to do with Jase. It was the nature of police work and with Anna being so good at what she did -- profiling and forensics -- she was used to walking around with a target on her back. But she hadn't anticipated being betrayed by her own friend. She'd figured out that this person she'd known from childhood was responsible for the rape and murder of six teenage girls in SoHo

/reminded of The Carver from Nip/Tuck.. shudders

[killsonthe_sly]

[it took half a day for the tip-off to come and Jase was in the middle of a hit when it did. Anna wasn't his only remaining contact in the force anymore and the news sent the hitman into a colder rage as he implemented the final blow.

Guy was a dick anyway, but the swirl of imagery in his mind didn't help his case.

He didn't even wait for his last breath before taking the goods off him for the drop-off and working on calling his spy within to access the records... sense a pattern. He worked alone, he said firmly. And he'd find Anna, or at least get them on the right track to] Fuck...

/haven't seen it,but I'm clearly brilliant? XD

[buticlosemyeyes]

[She wasn't sure how long she'd been unconscious for, but when he tossed ice cold water all over her body, she snapped to it and began to shiver on her hook. She was beginning to slip into shock, she could feel it, and her inner paramedic told her this was getting bad. He was saying something to her, but the words blurred into a Charlie Brown-esque WAHHH WAAH WAAAAH WAAAAH WAHHHH.

It was when he started to take his shirt off that her mental awareness returned and she made the mental decision that she would not be raped again. The second he came in close enough, she mustered up a final burst of adrenaline to lift her legs and lock them around his neck putting him into a sleeper hold and knocking him to the floor. Using the momentum, she began to swing herself until the hook ripped from its mounting; sending her tumbling to the floor and grunting as she scrambled around for any kind of weapon she could find.]

a very scary plot... T-T;

[killsonthe_sly]

[Jase weaved expertly in and out of the traffic that, inevitably, would try to become a hindrance at the worst of times. When he gets there he sends out a faint distress signal for the clean-up; her team should know that she would be safe. But he couldn't stick around past getting her out -

The door is solid steel and hard to break in, he can see this first glance so he already rounds the back to the weaker hits...] C'mon.. c'mon!