The Resistance is Rising
Hi everyone. Sorry I’ve been MIA. Life has been hectic recently. I’m gonna catch an early night tonight but I’ll be back tomorrow to catch up with everyone and everything.
Casey x
Isla was certain of a few things. One: she wasn’t dead, which was always a good start to any story. Two: trouble had a funny way of finding her. Three: her swimming vision and occasional mental black spots definitely pointed towards a severe concussion. She would have been able to deal with said certainty expertly, if she weren’t being shot at by several government agents. And finally, number four:
Rafe Holloway smelt amazing.
Her senses were mixing like a contortionist’s limbs, and she tried desperately to focus her mind as Rafe moved down the stairs. As he set her down, her legs seemed to buckle pitifully, and she squeezed her eyes shut, concentrating on the movement of standing up and leaning against the man beside her gratefully. She wanted to tell him that she was fine with a confident blasé, but she feared that her slurring tongue would betray her slurring thoughts, and so she merely nodded into his chest, breathing slowly.
She experienced a range of emotions in the following few moments, so fleeting, yet so crucial. Anger, fear, adrenaline, bravery. It’s like in the movies, when everything slows down just for a second. Someone might see their life, flashing before their eyes. Someone might see their family, their friends, all the things they had achieved.
Isla saw Rafe. Bravery.
They moved out of cover. Adrenaline.
She saw a bullet piercing his skin. Anger.
She felt his blood touching against her cheek, like tears, or soft kisses. Fear.
As they pulled behind, she looked to him, her vision focusing finally, taking in the clarity of his face. Hard and guarded with responsibility, yet a softness in the eyes. Dirtied from action, but still smooth against the contours of his jaw. She heard movement of footsteps to the side; maybe two more agents. She looked away from Rafe’s eyes, and assessed his bleeding arm. The heavy red stain spreading through his shirt indicated a surface wound, but her stomach flared with incomprehensible rage at the sight of him being hurt. She glanced to his gun, a small barrel, four shots already fired. He must have had two bullets left. She bent down fluently, her hand swiftly drawing out the knife she had concealed in her jeans. As she drew back up, she lifted her eyebrows, eyes still heavy, yet her smile light. The footsteps were still moving, giving the agents at least 30% less concentration.
“Always, sweetie.” Her hand suddenly flew out to Rafe’s arm as she supported herself, swinging around the corner smoothly and throwing the knife in the direction of the footsteps, her aim a little higher than the source to reach at least the abdomen. She pulled back around as she heard an instantaneous guttural cry from 10 yards away, grabbing Rafe once more “Sure you can last long enough?” She chuckled teasingly and pulled them both out into the open, her hand securely latched onto the man beside her.
When Isla bent down, Rafe’s stomach dropped as he thought she had been shot. Relief flooded through him as she straightened up again and flicked a knife out and into an agent, sending him to the ground with a heavy thud. Rafe smirked at her as she latched onto him again. He adjusted his arm around her, wincing in pain as his gun shot wound twisted with the effort. He took a deep breath.
“Of course I can last long enough. What kind of guy do you take me for?”
Rafe braced himself and stepped out of the safety of the main entrance of the office building. He saw the slumped, bleeding body of the agent with Isla’s knife sticking out of his gut. Stood over him was one last agent. At this range, Rafe couldn’t miss. One shot and the agent slumped over the body of the other. Rafe pulled Isla along the street until he found a dark alleyway he could cut through.
Once under the cover of the dark alley, Rafe scooped Isla up into his arms and walked as quickly as he could back to his motel. Now more than ever he wished his ability hadn’t taken a vacation. The faster they got back to safety, the faster he could attend to her injuries.
“You still awake, babe? I don’t want you falling asleep and missing any action now.” Rafe said after glancing down at her as he walked along. She appeared to be suffering from a nasty concussion and he needed to keep her awake. He could feel his injured arm scream at him in pain but he ignored it for the time being, aided with the effects of adrenaline still pumping through his body.
Finally he reached the motel and he kicked open the door. After stepping in through the entrance, he kicked the door shut and laid her down on the bed. He went off to the bathroom to grab towels and wash clothes and anything else he could find to help clean her up. He knew she was going to give him shit for his choice of accommodation but for once, he hoped that she would give him shit. It meant she wasn’t giving in to the concussion which meant they didn’t have to go to an ER and he wouldn’t have to think of some clever explanation of why she was so beaten up and he had a gun shot wound.
(Source: rafe-holloway)
Emilie was still warming up when Rafe showed up. She let out a tiny laugh at what he said. “Just trying to be ready for when you got here.” To be honest, she was a little more than ready. She had been looking forward to it ever since he had agreed and would actually go down to her gym in her apartment building and train as much as she could so she would be ready.
When he asked her if there was anything she wanted to focus on, she had to think for a moment. She was still jogging in place as she did so. “Not really. General self defense sounds good. I just really want to learn how to kick some ass.” She let out a tiny laugh. “Yes, I know. That won’t be possible just yet though.” She stopped jogging and stretched some more.
Emilie wanted to be able to do more than just defend herself. She wanted to make the person coming after her regret ever trying to get her in the first place. She knew it would take more than just one training session to get that done. She hoped he wouldn’t mind training her more than once. She understood though if he didn’t want to. He probably had better things to do anyways and she was grateful to even have him come out here.
Rafe nodded and chuckled when Emilie said she wanted to be able to kick ass. He stopped stretching for a moment and glanced around the park. It wasn’t as crowded as it could have been which meant there were plenty of open areas where the two of them could train.
“First we go for a run. I need to see what your fitness levels are like before I start showing you some moves.” Rafe gave his legs one last stretch and reminded himself to let Emilie set the running pace. With his super agility, he did have a tendency to run faster than most humans. Not exactly fair on someone who had asked for his help.
“We don’t have to go far but it helps to get you ready for fighting.” Rafe explained as he started to jog away from the fountain. “And if I start to sound like a drill sergeant, feel free to tell me to shut the fuck up.” He added with a small chuckle.
It felt good to be out in the park, running, for once, for the exercise rather than running for his life. He could tell he was going to enjoy today’s training session since it was a change from the norm. And a change is as good as a rest right? Since he was never that rested, he needed all the changes he could get.
He could tell Rafes idea before he even said it, making Lucas a little nervose. He wasn’t a fighting-type person. He was more of a study and party all the time person. Isla had told him that people were going to be trying to kill him pretty much all the time now, so he should really get used to the action. Rafe looked like he knew what he was doing due to the smug expression on his face, which eased Lucas’s mind a little.
“I can… manage in a fight.” Lucas hadn’t really been in a fight, except that one time he found out that Cindy had a boyfriend… Well, Lucas hadn’t been in a fight involving guys with either guns or tasers, he couldn’t really tell. Either made him nervose.
Following Rafe in was solely because he expected him not to. If he wanted to be a part of the resistance, he was going to have to work for it. He pulled a large piece of wood, which had been nailed to the wall, off with quite some effort, and turned around and faced the door. He stood next to an old Isle, to use as a shield if he needed.
Rafe watched as the kid armed himself with a large piece of wood and used one of the empty aisles as a shield. It was a smart strategy, Rafe had to give him that. Using another empty aisle, Rafe shielded himself and prepared himself for the agents arrival. He brought out his gun from it’s usual home on the back of his pants and he checked the ammo. Fully loaded and ready to go.
He looked through the gap in the aisle at the front door and smirked as the four agents slowly walked through it, their guns drawn. Rafe waited as they slowly crept forwards. If he started firing his gun at them now, it would result in stray bullets flying all over the place and that would lead to either him or the kid or both of them getting shot. Rafe would have to wait until the agents were close enough for him to hit them with his fists, not with bullets. Not yet anyway.
He glanced over at the kid and motioned with his hands for him to stay where he was. He had a feeling that he would’ve picked up on that already since he had displayed some mind reading ability but it made Rafe feel better to communicate with him like he would have done with anyone from his Marine battalion.
(Source: rafe-holloway)
Isla tried to concentrate her thoughts on the situation at hand. As Rafe doubled over at the agent’s elbow to his stomach, her mind screamed in outrage, but her body wouldn’t respond. Her head pulsed as the gunshots rang through the small room, and as the thin man fell to the floor, she growled in frustration. He was still conscious, he still had a hold over her. She cursed him internally. Her vision focused just as Rafe reached down to her, his cool touch against her burning cheek automatically sending shivers through her.
Her arms were too weak to struggle against her restraints, the blood draining slowly out of them, and her shoulders cramped painfully. She tried to help him half-heartedly, her hands shaking from lack of use and she tried to writhe against the restraints. A small groggy smile came to her lips at his words.
“Hey sweetie,” She chuckled breathily, her voice weak yet humorous “You’re a little late.” A genuine smile peeked out of her, his words soothing her involuntarily as she let her head hang, her muscles tired from tensing “What took you so long?”
The larger agent on the floor began to crawl forward, his hand reaching towards the gun with a darkly angered face. She recognised that face. His hand found the metal. It was one of desperation, and futility. His arm lifted. It was one of darkness. His arm landed on Rafe. It was one of someone who was ready to kill. Rafe untied one knot and as her arms loosened, a rush of furious protectiveness came crashing through her and an unnatural energy launched her foot forward, connecting squarely with the gun as he pulled the trigger.
She felt the bullet skim past her, a wind hitting against her leg. She gasped unthinkingly as the chair snapped, the bullet piercing it savagely. The chair collapsed to the floor, breaking effortlessly as the restraints fell away and Isla landed on the ground. She didn’t have time to think, her mind hazed with pain and anger. Her leg came out at an unnatural speed and cracked against the agent’s nose, sending him sprawling. Her muscles screamed as she dragged herself forward, her hand forming a fist and connecting with his jaw with her last ounce of strength, sending a sickening crack around the room, and causing him to fall still.
Isla breathed heavily, her chest compressed as she slumped to the floor, her muscles exhausted and body crying for her to stop, the blood still running steadily down her face. She closed her eyes gently as a smile came to her face.
“I was starting to get worried.”
What happened next happened almost too fast for Rafe to keep up with without his super ability. He caught the agent reaching for his gun and he was about to react to it when Isla kicked her foot out and sent the fired bullet shooting off through the chair, rather than through either of them. The chair splintered apart and Rafe tried to hold out his arms to catch her but she fell to the ground hard. He smirked when she somehow found the strength to kick the agent in the face on the way though.
Rafe wrapped his arms around the slumped figure of Isla and lifted her from the ground. He let out a low and rumbling chuckle as she murmured something about being worried.
“You weren’t worried, babe.” He replied with a smirk. He carried her out of the room and started to head down the stairs. He glanced down at her in his arms and was concerned at the amount of blood seeping out of her nose. It didn’t look broken but it did look like a nasty injury nonetheless. Added with the bruises and split lip, Isla was going to need some serious first aid. Rafe considered taking her to an ER but then he would have to explain what happened to her and that would mean someone would notify the authories which would lead to agents showing up. It would be safer to take her back to his motel. But first he had to get her out of the building.
He had reached the lobby when he saw the torchlight sweep across the floor. He hid them behind a pillar, letting Isla stand. He kept his arm tucked around her, holding her up and close to him. He tried to peek around the pillar when a bullet narrowly missed his face. More agents had turned up. Shit.
Slowly he reached down and pulled out a small gun from a holster on his ankle. As he clicked off the safety, another bullet flew past the pillar. They were trying to draw Rafe and Isla out of the safety of the pillar so they could get a better shot. Rafe couldn’t tell if his ability was coming back to him or not so he couldn’t risk just running for it. And his gun only carried six bullets. Better make them count.
“You still with me, babe? You’re not gonna pass out on me, are ya? Because I really need you to stay awake for this and follow my lead.”
Rafe adjusted his grip around Isla’s body, making sure that no matter what happened she would be safe while he was alive. He quickly shot his arm out from the pillar and fired one shot. The noise of a body hitting the ground hard was music to his ears. He took his chance and pulling Isla along with him, made a break for the door, keeping his gun up and aimed at head height for anyone who dared step in his way.
He had to fire the gun another two times, sending two more agents to meet their makers. He made it to the main entrance of the building and was about to head out into the street when another shot was fired at him and Isla. He twisted his body to protect her and hissed as he felt the bullet slice through his arm. A quick glance at the wound confirmed he had been hit but it was only a surface wound. He would need stitches but he would live. He fired back but missed the agent. 2 bullets left. Time to run for it.
“Ready, babe?”
(Source: rafe-holloway)
Emilie had taken Chris up on his suggestion to call Rafe and ask if he would help train her to fight. He had agreed to help her and she was actually quite eager. She got ready in her workout clothes and put on her tennis shoes. She grabbed a jacket that she could workout in since they were meeting at Central Park. She grabbed her cell phone and keys and put them in the pockets of her jacket and headed out the door.
She locked the door behind her,then walked down the stairs, and outside. She put her hands in her pocket since it was cold out and walked at a steady pace towards her destination. She didn’t want to get there too early since she didn’t want to seem too eager for this. She had been wanting to learn how to fight for a long time. Ever since she had learned she was a super and had the possibility of getting attacked at anytime, she hadn’t felt safe anywhere that she went.
Emilie approached Central Park and walked towards the fountain that they had agreed to meet at. She didn’t sit down because she didn’t know if they were going to stay there or go somewhere different. There weren’t many people in the park today. It was Central Park so there were typically a lot of people but there were less than normal. Maybe it was because it was a work day though.
She decided that she should warm up since she didn’t want to waste anytime so she could learn as much as possible. She turned to face the fountain and started stretching. She put her leg on the side of the fountain and bent down to stretch out her legs and then switched feet and did the same. She bent her arm behind her head and pushed down on her elbow to stretch and then switched arms. She jogged in place for a bit and rolled her head to loosen up. She knew she probably looked like weird to everyone around her but right now she didn’t care. She was just trying to kill time until Rafe showed up.
Rafe had been quite surprised to get a call from Emilie Lincoln, asking him for some fighting training. She didn’t seem the violent type but then again, with the threat of the government’s agents coming to get her because of her ability of controlling the weather, he could understand her want to know how to defend herself.
Rafe knew he was going to draw on his training from when he was in the Marines but he wasn’t going to put Emilie through those kind of paces. He was a tough trainer but he liked to think he was aware of other people’s limits.
He wore his combat trousers and a loose fitting t-shirt with a hooded sweat shirt and trainers. He had his motel key and cell phone with him, as well as a couple of weapons stashed around his body, just in case. He hoped he wouldn’t have to use them. He headed straight to Central Park, and within the park, straight for the fountain where he said he would meet Emilie. He spotted her straight away, obviously keen to get under way with the training. She was warming up and stretching, concluding with jogging on the spot.
“Couldn’t wait to get started, huh?” Rafe asked as he approached his fellow super, offering her a rare, small smile. He started his own version of stretches, starting with his arms and leading down to his legs. “Anything you want to focus on in particular, or just general self defence?”
Lucas followed Rafe through some alleys in hope of escaping the agents. Bright ideas… Think Lucas Think. Lucas looked around, trying to look for any way to escape. There, down the Alley way, It was a ladder. Lucas quickly put his mind back to the agents, they had about one minute before they arrived, so they had to disappear. Fast.
He turned to Rafe.”We can either run through these backstreets and escape or attack when we’re out of publics sight or we can go up that ladder over there to where ever it goes, whether it’s to the roof or someones apartment…”
Rafe was in the mood to fight the agents, may be try and get some information out of them if he could. Something nagged him that his accomplice could be very handy in getting that information. A sly smile grew on Rafe’s features.
“How good are you in a fight?” Rafe asked as he headed deeper into the back streets, keeping his pace slower than before to let the agents tail them as they went. He could hear the agents asking them to stop and put up their hands. Rafe gave them the finger.
Rafe finally found an abandoned shop front and went in, half expecting the kid to keep going down the street and finding a place to hide. He wouldn’t blame him but he would be a little disappointed if he did that. It wouldn’t be long until the agents joined him in the shop.
“Now or never kid?”
(Source: rafe-holloway)
He raised an eyebrow at Rafe, “Nothing? Do I need to start dragging you out or something, dude?” Chris laughed a little before shrugging, “Work. Hanging out with Emilie.”
Pulling his drink closer to him again, Chris took a few sips before setting it back down on the table. He knew Rafe was dedicated to the cause and everything, b ut the guy needed a break every now and then. Chris was afraid Rafe was going to run himself into the ground and that definitely wouldn’t be good.
Rafe smirked when Chris threatened to drag him out. Rafe really wasn’t in the mood to go out and try to have a good time. He had never been a big fan of the party scene to begin with and these days the idea of it appealed even less to Rafe. He let himself drink until he passed out when the stress of everything got too much but Rafe doubted if that was what Chris had in mind.
“Please don’t drag me anywhere, dude.” Rafe said with a small chuckle. “I’ve got enough going on in my head without adding the pain of a hangover to it.” Rafe appreciated that Chris would have preferred that Rafe was less about business than he was but Chris had made an excellent point earlier. The government had dealt too many blows to the Resistance. It was time to find new ways of fighting back.
(via christopher-dundee-deactivated2)
sorry I haven’t been on much this weekend. There’s been a lot of drama going on in my personal life and now my brain feels like mush. I’ll reply to all paras tomorrow evening when I get home from work and Emilie, we can start the training stuff tomorrow too.
Thanks for your understanding.
