We'll Kill For Justice (Ended)

Tyler

I watched as Sean opened the van door and jumped out. He then sprinted in the direction that Becky ran off to. I could not help shaking my head a him, he was so clueless, then again, most men were. Now that that was over with, I turned to face our captor.

He has a hard look on his face as his eyes flicked between Con and me, already telling me that this one was going to hard to break.

"Phillip, take us to a safe location." I state curtly. I can see this hesitation in his movements, but he moves anyways. As soon as the car pulls out of the parking lot, our "guest" tires something. Con is automatically on him, completely stopping him in his tracks. I grin and he gives a slight smile back, indicating that it was effortless for him.

Within minutes we arrived at the next safe zone. Con practically dragged out "guest" out of the car and into the building. Phillip followed Con and I came after I grabbed a black briefcase out of the back. I got there just as Con was hand-cuffing him to bed. He then dusted off his hands and turned to us. "What now?" He asked while looking at me.

"Well now, I can get started." I say as I set the black briefcase on the table and clip it opened. It was red leather inside and there were needles, cleansers, and at least seven different colored vials within.

"What do they do?" Con asked while indicating toward the different colored vials.

"The Blue one will put him to sleep, the Green will help to loosen his lips, the black will cause immense pain, yellow will cause will disorient and the black will kill." I start. "As for the other ones, I plan to find out." I can't help the innocent smile that comes to my face.

Becky

I came to two conclusions as I ran down the street:

One, that men were all ignorant bastards.

Two, that I was stupidly falling for one.

And I knew that one already had a thing for Andrea, which I wasn't planning on interfereing with.

Focus, Scout, focus. Now is not the time for a love story.

"Becky!" I heard Sean's voice behind me, and spun on my heels. I was too relieved to hear it. Too happy it was his voice.

FOCUS!

"Lets go," he jogged past me, and I followed him until we reached the house. Somehow, it had been lit on fire.

"Where's Andrea?" Almost as soon as I said it, her and Charles came running from behind a wall of smoke. I looked at Charles, "Where's Oscar?"

"I haven't seen him," Charles sighed, "though I'm not sure whose side he's on anymore."

"What do you mean?" My eyes shifted from Charles to Sean and back. Both seemed to know something I didn't. "I'm going to go find Oscar, you guys go back to the motel."

Before anyone could argue, I raced towards the smoke. He had to be around here. And, for some reason, I cared. My lungs burned, and my eyes watered, but still I walked around the perimeter of the building.

After a moment, I felt a rough foot presss against my knee, sending me to the ground. An equally strong arm grabbed around my neck. I could barley breathe. Before I knew what was happening, both pressures released, and I collapsed. I whiped out my gun, turned around, and shot.

I then watched Oscar fall to the ground, clutching at his stomach. I stood up and walked over to him, almost begging him to speak.

"Nice shot," I heard him mumble. "Becky?"

"What?" I knelt down beside him, still almost choking on the smoke. He pulled my head down, and planted a gentle kiss on my lips. at once, fire shot through me, and electricity seemed to light inside me. I was seventeen again, suddenly, and he was asking me to Prom for the first time.

He smiled, "For old time's sake." I pulled away, shocked by the gesture. Without thinking, I began to run, back to Sean. Back to Andrea and Charles. So I'd never have to feel the past again.

[Sidenote: Oscar may or may not survive. And sorry for the cliche, I just had to do it.]

(Rated for Charles and Andréa's language.)
Andréa

The house was on fire.
"That stupid son of a bitch." Charles said, coughing. Both he and Andréa were still locked in combat with the 9-0's. Some idiot decided that it would be easier to burn them down, than it would be to fight them.

"Cowards." said Andréa, coughing as well. "Are any of them left?" she asked.
"No, I think they've retreated." More coughing. The smoke was getting thicker.
"Charles, did you pick up the file on that guy we're chasing down? And what about the rest of the information you guys had hard copies of?" she asked.
"That file was the only one which we hadn't backed up." he replied between coughs. "The rest of our database is with Phillipe."
"Fine." Andrea said, cocking her gun. "Get out. Wait for me. I'll get the files. Where are they?"
"They should be in our room. In the cupboard, in the safe."
She gave a quick nod in reply and went back as Charles made his way to the door.

The room was easy enough to find. Even in the burning wreckage, she could see that the safe had remained intact. She shot the lock, broke it open, and pulled the file out. Tucking it under her tank top, she made her way to the window and jumped out. She landed on all fours, in a crouchin position, and looked up at Charles, who grinned and said,"Nicely done."

Two shots rang out, interrupting the moment, and both Andy and Charles pulled out their guns, swiveling around in the general direction.
"It's okay. I think those bitches are gone. Must've been a parting shot." said Andrea, standing up.
"C'mon, let's go. I can hear people." she said, moving towards the source. She could hear Becky's voice asking where she was. They stepped out, and Becky turned to Charles. "Where's Oscar?"
"What do you mean?" she looked at both Charles and Sean, saying, "I'm going to look for Oscar. You guys head back to the motel."
Before Andrea - or anyone else - could stop her, she ran back into the house.

Andrea turned on Sean. "Well, go after her! Don't stand there! Why are you so clueless?" she asked. Before he could do as Andy said, Becky came beck. She looked horrified.
"Becky?" she asked gently. "Becks, are you alright?"
The girl dropped to her knees, mumbling "I shot Oscar."

Andrea looked at her and turned to Sean. "Watch her. Take her back to the motel. Put her to sleep. And don't you dare disregard what I just said."
She turned to Charles and said, "C'mon"
Before she left, she turned back,"Oh, and one last thing. I carry a cell, y'know. I'm sure Tyler has the number."

Both of them ran back towards the house. Oscar was still lying where Becky had left him, softly moaning her name over and over.
"This guy's got it bad. I'm guessing we're taking him to the hospital, huh?"
She nodded. "We'll take him to the clinic owned by a friend of mine. He's treated me multiple times before. He's the one who told me about the Cort gangs." she said, smiling. Charles looked down at him, then tore a strip from a curtain lying nearby and tied up the wound tightly.
"She got him right in the gut, too. I'm surprised he isn't dead yet. Well, heave ho then." Between them, they managed to get Oscar to stand and dragged him towards the garage. Unlike the rest of the house, this was still intact, and Sean's bike, as well as the gang's cars were still parked here.
Andrea collected both Sean's keys and the keys to their car, while Charles found the keys to his bike. She loaded Oscr in the middle, between them, as Xhrles got on the drivers seat.
"Hold on!" He called out.

On their way out they stopped at a point, seeing Sean carrying Becky, Andy got off the bike and tossed him his bike's keys. "Use this." she said, before they sped off to the doctor's.

Sean Phoenix

The ride back to the motel was tough. With everything that just happened I was having trouble keeping Becky secure on the bike, let alone concentrating on the road ahead. Luckily, traffic was clear and we managed to reach the motel without anymore injuries.

Becky’s face had paled since she came out of the burning house. She had smoke on her face and there was a nasty cut just under her chin. She was even shivering. But none of that made me feel sorry for her. I was so mad I didn’t know what I was feeling more; angry that she’d just risked her life to save that scum-bag, or confused that she ended up shooting him instead.

I just didn’t get her anymore. Ever since we got put on this stupid assignment it’s like she became this totally different person, a person I didn’t even know anymore.

“Hey, you’re back!” smiled Tyler, as we stepped inside the room. She glanced over at Becky and her face instantly fell. “Becky, you’re hurt. What happened? Where’s Andy?”

“Where’s Charles?” asked Phil. “Did you guys find Oscar?”

That name set off a spark and Becky immediately headed towards the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. I just shook my head and collapsed onto one of the couches, massaging the temples on my forehead.

“Sean, what happened?” Tyler asked again.

I lifted my head up and saw she was sat on the bed opposite where Damon was still lying unconscious. I noticed there was a familiar looking black briefcase on the table next to her holding all her creepy needles and multi-coloured vials inside. “I see you managed to save your case full of goodies.”

She couldn’t help but smirk at that. It was only a quick one though. “Stop changing the subject! Tell us what happened.”

So, I told them everything, about how someone set the house on fire, about how Becky ran in to save Oscar, about how she shot him, and about how Andy and Charles had taken him to a nearby doctor. When I finished, I could see the gang were looking more than just a little bit shocked.

“Jesus, this shit just keeps on getting better and better …” said Con sarcastically.

I nodded. “Tell me about it.”

Tyler sighed and then took out her small first aid kit. “Take this,” she said, before throwing it in my direction.

I caught it with ease and raised a brow at her in confusion. “I’m not hurt.”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s not for you, genius, it’s for Becky. There‘s some ointment and plasters inside. Use it to clean up that cut under her chin.”

“Why do I have to do it?”

Tyler just glared back at me. “Because I said so, that‘s why.”

Becky


I'd be lying if I said I knew what was going on.

It seemed like every single emotion was coursing through my body. I steadied myself against the rims of the sink, then looked at my face in the mirror. I looked like hell.

Time to grow up, Scout, I told myself, toughen up. No one gives a shit about your personal life. Grow up, and move on. Since when are you weak?

I ran a little cool water over my face, then rubbed off the rest of the ash with a towel. No more love life. No more feelings. Just action now.

I walked out of the room, and cautious eyes watched me. They were waiting for me to snap. I knew it. I wasn't going to.

"Let's figure out what this guy knows, then move on. We should get back to the police base by morning. If there's any more of them, they're looking for us." Dtermination rang through my voice.

"You should probably take care of your cut-" Tyler trailed off, glancing at Sean. I avoided looking at him, but traced a hand along my chin. I inspected the results, which didn't seem fatal.

"I'm fine, we can take care of that later. Con?" He looked up at me, "We should probably tie this guy up before we start the, uh, interview."

Spoiler

Forgive me for the length. But I just had to cover this. XD

Andréa

Andy clutched the back of Charles' jacket tightly, trying to keep Oscar steady on the bike. He was unconscious, and in that state he kept speaking the odd word. Most of the time it was nonsense, but Andy noticed that Becky's name popped up quite often. Did the man still love her? She rapped on the familiar closed door quickly. It was late at night, nearing 2 o' clock, but the door still opened.

"Andréa. Been a while since you came to see this old man."
"Hôlã Amos. How did you know it was me?"
The old man laughed and said, "Impatient raps on the door at two in the morning? It can only be my míhã. Come in, come in! How are you? You never drop by anymore."

The room was furnished simply, with a large couch in the center of the room, sitting across from a fireplace. A rug had been laid out in front of the fire where a large black Labrador was resting, and a smaller sofa sat adjacent to the couch.
"Eh, busy busy." replied Andrèa,"You're the one who introduced me to this job, y'know."
"I know, I know chîçå. Well, you have work for me, I believe?"

Andréa nodded, remembering Oscar. Charles had been standing in the shadows, watching their exchange in surprise and silence. He now moved forward, and was about to set Oscar down on the nearby couch, when the doctor said,"Not there My boy. I don't want bloodstains on the sofa. Impossible to remove. Take him up to the bedroom."
Charles complied. Oscar's breathing had become shallow, and his face had lost all color. "Tall me child,".he asked, turning to Andy, who was sitting on the arm of the couch,"Do you wish this man to live?"
Andréa nodded and said,"I'm sure he still has an important role to play Amos."

The old doctor nodded. He began climbing thestairs, when Andy called out,"Amos, may we stay here for the night?"
He turned around, smiled and said,"But of course míhã. Is that something you had to ask?" before he continued to rthe bedroom. A few seconds later, Charles came down, saying that the doctor had requested he leave the room.

"Who is he, that old man?" he asked Andy. Andréa smiled wistfully, and a little sadly - a rare expression for her. "He's the only reminder and the only person I know from my old life; the life I had before the Cort gangs. He was the one who saved me from that. He took me in and treated me as his own, expecting nothing in return. He knew I couldn't go back to normal society, so he brought me to Becky and Sean, who were setting up anew team at the time."
"What happened at that time?", he questioned gently. "I just... Got tired of the mindless killing, that's all. I was used as a weapon every day. Y'see I was the 'Wild Card.'"
The sharp intake of breath from Charles made her laugh. He knew about her then.
"She was said to have disappeared - the young demon who killed with a dead expression on her face - the one who was known for shooting with both hands."
She nodded, remembering her shameful past.

"They used me. So I ran, but I was chased. One evening, I ended up facing a dead end, and I fought till I blacked out. Just before I blacked out though, this old guy appeared on the scene and started shooting people down like nobody's business. Next thing I knew, I was here. I took that as a sign. I normally used both hands in combat - but it was easy for me to drop the habit and start shooting with just one hand at a time. And he helped me as I healed."
"I did what any other adult would have in that situation." Andy looked up to see the doctor come down. "He'll live. He's asleep for now. May I suggest that one of you guard him?"
"Thanks Amos. I'm eternally grateful to you."
"This man means a lot to you? No - to your friend, isn't it?"
Andy nodded and he smiled. "I'm proud of you my dear. You've turned your life around in two years' time." She blushed a little as he came and touched her head. "I'm going to sleep now. Don't hesitate to call me if you need anything." he said, handing her a blanket and shuffling back to a room on the ground floor.
"Let's take turns. I'll go first." Charles said. Andy nodded, and took the couch, pulling her cell out. "Hey Tyler. This is Andy. Yeah, yeah I'm sorry. Look, we'll be back in the morning. Yeah, you too. Is Becky alright? Alright. I'm going to sleep now. G'night"

Spoiler

Apologies for length and language

Sean Phoenix


I was just about to head for the bathroom when Becky opened the door and walked out. Tyler carried on moaning about getting her cut checked out, but Becky wasn’t paying much attention. She just told Con to tie Damon up before the interview could start. I noticed how the whole time she avoided looking at me, like I‘d done her a personal wrong. It only made me more mad at her, but for the sake of the team, I decided to hold it in.

When Damon was cuffed and tied down properly, we formed a circle surrounding him. Tyler was still sat in the bed opposite Damon, her briefcase still open. She pulled on her operating gloves and started filling up some of creepy her needles with blue and green liquid.

“A method of persuasion,“ she explained, with an innocent smile. “Just in case our friend here doesn’t feel like talking.”

By this time, Damon was semi-conscious. His eyes were half open and he was trying to move his arms and legs. But, when he realised he was tied down his movement started becoming desperate. His eyes fully opened, and the first thing he saw was my face.

“You … you little punk!” He was still squirming and trying to free himself from Con’s chains, but they didn’t budge. “You … kidnapped me? Where the fuck am I?” He started looking around but only saw the faces of the rest of the team glaring back at him. His situation seemed to sink in, but instead of getting angry or begging for mercy all Damon did was look at me and laugh. “Oh, I get it ... You brought me here to find out what I know …”

“And you’re gonna tell us,” I frowned.

Damon only laughed again. “Oh, Sean …” he gave me a mocking look of disappointment, making my jaw muscles tighten in anger. It was obvious he wasn’t going to take me seriously. “What happened to you, man? We had such high hopes your you. You had the potential. You could’ve been somebody … you could’ve even taken Mitch’s place as leader if you wanted. But what did you? Instead you went and threw it all away … for this … ” His eyes fell on each of the Cort members. “You’re pathetic.”

“I’m not the one who got a kick out’ve kidnapping kids, you son-of-a bitch.”

Damon‘s smirk sickened me. “Maybe not, but do your beloved team-mates know what you used to get a kick out‘ve?”

There was a heavy pause in the air, and I could feel four pairs of curious eyes directed towards me. Especially Tyler and Con, seeing as they never knew about my past with the 9-0. I avoided their gaze and stared at Damon. Deep down inside I knew exactly what he was talking about. I also knew that if any of the gang ever found out about it, they’d never feel the same way about me again.
But before I could even say anything, Tyler beat me to it.

“Listen, asshole. Whatever Sean’s done in the past means nothing. He’s one of us now, got it?”

“That’s where you’re wrong, little girl,” Damon smirked again. “He can cover up that tat on his neck all he wants, but he’s still a 9-0. And he knows it. Don‘t you, Sean? That‘s why you just watched while Oscar killed those little k-”

That was it. Before Damon could finish his sentence and Becky could hear, I was on him. All the anger and frustration I’d been keeping locked up inside me, finally took over but Con was already one step ahead. Before I could even lunge at Damon, he and Phil grabbed me from both sides and held me down.

“Ooooh, touched a nerve, have I?” Damon smirked again and that only made me want to attack him even more, but Con and Phil were strong, and they weren’t going to let me budge.

“That’s enough!” barked Becky, suddenly. She turned to Con. “Take Sean outside!” It was an order.

“You’re throwing me out?” I spat, practically reeling. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

She was still avoiding my gaze. “Believe it or not, I’m doing it for you. You can come back when you‘ve calmed down.”

Tyler

Con reacted immediately to Becky's order. It could also tell that he was thinking the same thing, we needed to get Sean out of here. Sean fought as Con dragged him toward the door, but after a second, he stopped fighting. As soon as the door clicked shut, Becky turned toward our "guest".

"What do you know?" She hissed at our "guest", but he never responded. He just glared at both of us. She tried again, still not response. Suddenly she turned toward me.

"Tyler, your turn." Was all she said as she moved out of my way. I let an innocent smile appear on my face as I walked over to him. I held the needle up next to my face while I examined him. I was going to try a scare tactic.

Slowly I drew my face toward his. "This needle is filled with a very dangerous substance, which I am not going to tell the name of, but once this substance enters you body, it attacks your nerves, causing extreme damage to them as well as pain. Your body will be racked by a series of violent and painful seizures. These seizures will come minutes within each other, so that gives you time to answer our questions, Oh, and not to worry, once it's injected it takes several very painful hours to kill." I finished as I gently pressed the needle on his cheek.

I felt his breathing stop for a minute, and then start. He seemed to be taking what I said into consideration. Suddenly he looked me straight in the eye, "Never." was the only word I heard. "Your choice." said while I shrugged and then stabbed the needle in to his neck.

Within seconds the first seizure took hold. I stepped back and Becky came to my side, frantic. "What did you do?" She asked quietly.

"He wouldn't cooperate with me. No worries though, it won't kill him or cause head damage. I made sure of that." I said without looking at her.

Becky

I believed Tyler. She had more than proved her ability with poisions and remedies. After a moment, Damon stopped squirming, and looked at me.

"I'm not," he panted, "telling you anything."

His protests only lasted six more minutes.

"How many more of you are there?" I wanted to take out my gun, hold it to his face, but I wasn't about to distract him. The seuizures were likely enough.

He was breathing heavily, "I don't know. Is everyone gone?"

I didn't answer his question, I wasn't about to give him hope; "Beyond who was here tonight."

"There are more 9-0 gangs, but that was all of ours."

I watched as another seizure rippled through his body. I kept my face emotionless, intent on not showing my pity to him or Tyler.

"Why did you attack us tonight?" I studied his face, knowing this was the crucial question.

I thought I saw a tear on his cheek, "To get revenge on the people who deserted us. Sean, Oscar. They were part of us. He killed people, you know. He's not as good as you think he is."

I was less sympathetic during his next seizure, "I never said he was an angel. IS anyone else looking to get revenge?"

"Not that I know of. And I know that sounds bad, but please, make it stop-" I watched another flash of pain run through him. He was crying now. I pitied him, nearly.

"Anything else I should know?" I asked, looking at him. My eyes flickered to Tyler, who had been silent the whole time. I gave her a second to ask a question, but she remained quiet. I knew, given her more gentle and nurturing nature, this couldn't be easy for her.

"Make it stop," he was moaning now, almost unintelligable. I nodded at Tyler, who pulled out another vial, and injected him with a quick death.

"Give me a moment," I looked over at Tyler, then walked out the door to where Sean sat, fuming, on the floor.

"You have some nerve, Becky." Sean was pissed. He stood up, and walked only inches away from where I was; I could almost feel the daggers shooting out of his eyes.

Against my better judgement, I walked towards him and wrapped my arms around him, pressing my cheek to his chest. I could be tough when I needed to, but now was not the time.

"I'm sorry, Sean. I didn't know what else to do."

Too much had happened that night, and I wanted it all to be over.

Tyler

After the door shut, I continued to stand there and stare at the body. Secretly, I was actually glad that Becky left when she did. Memories and images kept flashing through my head of my old days; and I could feel my stomach start to churn at the sight of them. The sad thing was, I actually enjoyed what I did back then. I enjoyed the killing, suffering and everything else I put those people though. Basically, I was a monster and in some way's I still was.

Shaking my head a bit, I then walked over to my briefcase, packed it up and closed it. That was the past, nothing I could do about it now. Picking it up I walked back outside and found Becky hugging Sean. "Get a room." I joked lightly as I walked back to the van. Gently, I rested the case down in the back. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Following up the arm, she came to realize it was Con.

"You okay?" He whispered to me.

When I didn't respond or react, I felt his arms encircle me and spin me around. He then wrapped his arms around me and held on. I responded to the hug almost automatically.

Con

When it's all over, Becky and Tyler come out of the house. Becky hugs Sean and adds to my confusion of things, while Tyler sets her briefcase in the back. I walk to her, feeling as if something's wrong, and set a hand on her shoulder.

"You okay?" I whisper.

She doesn't answer. I wrap my arms around her and turn her to face me, hugging her as she hugs back. I hold her for a little, silent, and wonder what's bothering her. She's supposed to be pretty tough. Not Becky tough, but tough. It isn't right seeing her like this.

"Tyler, you alright?" I ask again, looking down at her.

Sean Phoenix

To say that I was surprised when Becky just up and hugged me like that would be an understatement. I’d always known her to be tough, especially when it came to controlling her emotions. Back when we were in the academy, the boys had a saying that trying to get Becky to show her sentimental side was like trying to get blood from a stone. Yet, here she was; with her arms wrapped around me, and her cheek on my chest, wanting to be comforted.

Before I could do or say anything, Tyler walked out of the motel room. Her eyes instantly fell on me and Becky and a small smirk crept up on to her face.

“Get a room,” she teased.

Talk about ruining the moment. I felt Becky instantly let go and take a step back as Tyler passed us. I frowned at her insinuation, and kept the frown aimed in her direction even as she walked away. When she out of sight, Becky spoke before any awkward silence could fall between us.

“Truce?” she asked me hopefully.

I gave her a small nod. A part of me was still mad at her, but another part of me just tired of fighting. “Truce.”

She smiled gratefully. “We should get back inside. We're going to have to get rid of the body …”

I looked down briefly before meeting her eyes again. “Damon’s dead?”

She nodded in response. I noticed how she was curiously studying my reaction, but I kept my face emotionless. “Was he able to tell us anything useful?”

“Not really,” Becky yielded. “He told us what we already guessed.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“That the 9-0 targeted us on purpose, to get revenge on …” She stopped mid-sentence at the look on my face. But, she didn’t have to complete the sentence. I knew exactly what she was about to say.

“They were after me and Oscar, weren’t they?” I asked her, even though I already knew the answer.

Becky stayed quiet. “Look, it doesn’t matter, Sean,” she said finally. I knew she was trying to console me, but I wasn’t registering any of it.

“This is all my fault,” I said, leaning my back against the corridor wall. “Half our team are dead … and it’s all because of me.”

As if I didn’t have enough innocent blood on my hands.

Becky

I looked at Sean. My heartbeat was pounding in my chest, and andreneline shot through me. It almost occured to me this could have been a dream. So much had happened in one night.

"It's not your fault, it's the 9-0s fault. You know that." I followed his eyes as he stared down the corridor, "and I guess a few people needed better fighting lessons. Henry probably trained them."

I watched a small smile split across Sean's face at the mention of the Troupe trainer. He was kind of a joke, the personaification of the fat cops from old movies. No one learned anything from him.

"Didn't think they were stupid enough to listen," Sean mused, finally meeting my eyes.

"I've seen a lot of people die." My own thought were consuming me now, and my words were not in response to his, "I guess tonights no different. We're going to have to keep chasing our new target, regardless of what happened. We have one new person anyway, and I think Phillip survived. Seven isn't a bad number."

Sean shrugged, still staring at the floor. I wanted to comfort him, but I felt any opportunity for that had already been lost.

"Do you want to leave?" I asked him.

I probably won't be able to make a decent post till later today and fix my other one. Sorry guys!