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Confrontation
Topic Started: Dec 19 2009, 09:21 AM (102 Views)
Jazz
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Since Massacre, Angel hadn’t been seen round the Cain residence much- she’d leave before they got up and return in the small hours of the morning- and even when she was there, she’d barely be seen, only heard whether it be through music or strange phone calls.
It was 10pm when Angel made her move, exiting swiftly without so much of a word of her destination- tonight; she was out with a purpose.

The night was cool as Angel drew her jacket in closer and her baseball cap down further- the snow had ceased perhaps in anticipation for the nights events- a week in planning was coming to fruition.
Angel paced down the street, her heart racing yet she moved in a controlled manner- the street lights lining the path threw out a faint glow over those souls still seeking refuge or reverence.

A dogs barking in the distance broke the silence cast over the streets- she wondered why the streets were so bear- maybe it was because Christmas was approaching, all the families were tucked away in the safety of your homes while the rogues continued to tread these hallowed paths.
Her travels lead her to a dimly lit parking lot, by day packed with cars of every shape and size and by night it became a battle ground, broken bottles lay scattered across the bitumen. Angel strayed from the path into trees surrounding the parking lot- crouching among the trees and shrubs she waits patiently for her prey to stray into view.

Her back began to ache, along with her knees as she waited- occasionally checking her phone very briefly- if her prey strayed into view and found out she was waking it would have been a week wasted cause of her own recklessness.
An eternity of waiting later and something catches her attention- a young woman, her long blonde hair glowing in the faint light- her pale coat making her seem almost angelica, almost innocent.... Almost.
This girl and Angel had a past- this girl was the reason her and McQuade fell apart, Angel caught McQuade cheating with this girl and now it was payback... For both of them.

The girl looked about, seeking someone; her face showed her nervousness- Angel licked her lips in anticipation... The girls name was Shannon Cooper, she had worked with Angel in UCA- man, they had put on some sweet matches.
Shannon was tall, pretty and modelesque- she was the epitome of what guys wanted and what girls wanted to be- at times she didn’t blame McQuade for choosing her...

Shannon turned towards where Angel had stationed herself, the light revealing a nice scar down the side of her eye- Angel’s doing of course. Angel smiled as she saw her handiwork on another, Shannon turned away still searching and calling into the distance for someone who wouldn’t arrive till it was too late.

The plan was genius, she’d ‘talk’ to Shannon for a bit and half an hour later- she’d have McQuade turn up and then she could have a proper discussion on her terms perhaps.
Angel stalked out of the trees, behind Shannon who continued to call for who she thought she was meeting- McQuade.
Shannon turned around, as Angel came up behind her- she smiled nervously as she realized who was coming towards her...

Shannon: Oh, it’s you... Uh, hey? How you been?

Angel smiled in an evil manner before answering; Shannon looked at her nervously- unable to understand why Angel was here...

Angel: Yeah- pretty good... Are you waiting for someone?

Shannon: Oh yeah, I’m waiting for someone...

Angel: McQuade?

Shannon: Yeah- how did you know?

Angel smirks evilly at her and places a hand on her shoulder, she looks at the panic leaving Shannon’s eyes... The plan was going as expected...

Angel: I just hope one day you can forgive me...

Shannon: Huh? What do you mean?

Angel stepped away, rearing back and striking Shannon in the face with a hard right hand, landing with a satisfying crack, she dropped to the ground holding her jaw- crying- black mascara tears rolling down her face, Angel stared at her lying on the ground trying to crawl away before the scene blacks out.

The parking lot scene returns, at a guess half an hour later as there is only a male figure wandering the parking lot, pacing like an impatient animal- a shadowed figure appears from the surrounding trees- but they don’t appear to be alone, the figure appears to be dragging something or someone with them.

McQuade: Shannon?

Angel: Not quite my dear...

McQuade: What the fuck...

Angel steps into the light, revealing a split lip and blood soaked hands- it then shown what she’s dragging, tightly wound around her hand is blood stained blonde hair- leading towards the bloodied face of Shannon, she’s sobbing heavily- blood and tears mingling on skin.
McQuade goes to lunges but Angel tugs Shannon’s hair, sending a message to McQuade who stops in his tracks.

Angel: Good- now I have your attention... I suggest you stay where you are, maybe this time you’ll listen

They stare each other down, Angel smiles as a drop of blood drops off her lip falling to the ground.

McQuade: What did you do to her...

Angel: What you mean Shannon? Oh, we had a nice little 'chat'... Just like old times huh, surely you remember those times- I do... Rather fondly

McQuade: Get on with it

Angel: Be nice, I’m getting there... See, this could have all been avoided- not just all that time ago, but recently- when you turned up and tried once again to break me McQuade- when will you learn? How many people that you care about do I have to break before you realize... Tell people what you know, but I’ll find out... You see McQuade- we both know I can do a lot worse than this, why? Cause I have... Would you really wanna put your precious little slut in the firing line again? I doubt it but you were never the smartest guy out...

McQuade: Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t beat the shit out of you...

Angel: I don’t need to give you a reason but I’m sure Shannon here has a few good reasons- besides the fact I’d shove that pretty little face of hers into a pile of broken glass if you do...

McQuade: Fucking psycho bitch

Angel: Nawww, I've always been this way!... and here I was thinking you loved me...

Angel smirks cockily, she knows she’s in control- she merely waits for him to snap knowing he’ll act on adrenaline, and sure enough he makes his move- Angel unravels her hand from Shannon’s blood stained hair in time to connect with McQuade coming in- they tackle each other at the same time, falling onto the bitumen... Shannon screams as they begin to brawl- a flurry of hands tangled with each other.

The brawl could have lasted forever and neither combatant would have noticed, the police sirens growing louder however signalled a coming end to their fight- but undeterred, they still tried to rip each other’s throats out.
The fight only ended when rough pairs of hands dragged them apart still flailing wildly at each other, screaming obscenities into the streets- clicks of metal handcuffs stopped most of the flailing, allowing the combative individuals to be dragged away- as Angel was pushed into a police car she smiled out at McQuade, her mission a success- hopefully.

Angel was vaguely aware of the change in surroundings, speeding through Vermont at night- hands clasped firmly behind her back; this wasn’t exactly a new thing for her... She’d been arrested plenty of times before but no time had the same sense of self satisfaction- she had sent a message, that surely had to have gotten through the thick skull of one Cheetor McQuade.
The ride however didn’t last long enough for her to reminisce properly; the police car came to a rather abrupt halt at a police station, the door opened beside her allowing a cool breeze to circulate around the back seat.

Policeman 1: Out...

Angel: Gee, manners... What a way to treat a lady

Police stations remained Angel of hospitals, they were so sterile like, even though the place was filled with people- there seemed to be no life to it.
Angel was roughly pushed towards a front desk, attended to by a rather bored looking middle-aged man in complete uniform, neatly groomed even for graveyard shift.

Policeman 2: Name...

Angel: Ivona Tickle...?

A few snickers from younger officers brought about a smile to Angel’s face, but the man behind the desk appeared to be unamused, his hand barely inches above the keyboard- his eyes locked on her face, perhaps watching trickles of blood from her bottom lip.

Policeman 2: Your real name miss,

Angel: Amanda Hugankiss?

The man continues to death stare as more sniggers and chuckles erupted from surrounding officers.

Angel: Fine... Its Iva Biggin...

The final name sent everyone into hysterical laughter, besides the desk attendant of course whose stare became colder and more death like- Angel shrugged at him, when the laughter died down they continued after her details including her ‘real’ real name, where she was staying, if she was carrying any weapons etc etc etc and finished with a quick frisk search, before they went to haul her off to a holding cell.

Policeman 2: You get one phone call- do you choose to use it now?

Angel: Actually I do...

The policeman hands her a phone from behind the desk, she hastily dials and places the phone to her ear.

Angel: Yeah- pizza? Great I’m starving, can I get.... Hello? Hellooooo?

Angel looked at the desk attendant who appeared to have ended her call, he looked irate by now- this young woman had come in and made a complete mockery of him in front of his colleagues.

Policeman 2: Take her away would you- I gotta verify these details

Angel, as she was guided away, had a big smile across her face- she always loved pissing off the police, it was like a hobby.
The holding cell was bare except for a bed against the wall and what looked to be a toilet in the corner, all painted white and illuminated with florescent lighting giving the room an eerie glow, the door slammed behind her but she remained standing there- knowing the whole police ritual bullshit- a pair of hands reached through the door unlocking the cuffs as Angel wandered off to the bed... thing.

She sat their cross legged staring at her blood soaked hands, the bed was like a flat stone covered in a thin cloth or something and rather uncomfortable under her ass but she sat there, smiling evilly as she ran through the events of tonight in her mind.

11:30pm
The Cain household was in near silence- besides a TV that spouted whatever crap that wasn’t deemed good enough, or appropriate enough for primetime viewing, Scott had tottered off to bed and Cain sat up, unable to sleep, in front of the TV though barely taking any notice of the crap that was on, since when was there anything good on late at night, it was merely a means to pass the time before sleep approached.

However his thoughts of slumber were broken by the sound of the phone ringing- who would call at this time of night, hell who would be still awake at home, at this time of night- that didn’t really matter as Cain picked up the phone.

Cain: Hello?

Policeman 2: Is this the Cain residence?

Cain: Who’s asking?

Policeman 2: Police, is this the Cain residence?

Cain: It is- what’s going on...

All these negative thoughts ran through Cain’s mind, he knew Scott was fast asleep so that only left Angel- what trouble had she gotten herself into this time...

Policeman 2: Do you know a mouthy Aussie-sounding young lady by the name of ‘Amber Jaye Ryan’?

Cain: I do, what’s she gone and done this time...

Policeman 2: She’s gone and gotten herself arrested for aggravated assault and public disturbance... However no charges have been laid by the victim so therefore she is free to go after bail has been posted.

Cain: Fine, okay...

The conversation continued a few more minutes, the policeman telling Cain the scene they came across and their thoughts as to what happened. Cain hung up the phone, he knew she’d be up to something but this was a bit much, he changed, throwing on his coat- heading out into the night to retrieve Miss Mouth from yet more trouble she’s gotten herself into.

12:15pm
Thankfully for Cain, the police station wasn’t too far away- he could only imagine what Angel had gotten herself into this time, he’d certainly have to have a bit of a chat to her when he finally did get her out.
Walking in, he already felt out of place- he was sure he was recognized, and if he wasn’t- then he looked rather intimidating, walking up to the desk he leans down and sighs- how many more times would he have to do this?

Cain: I’m here for Amber Ryan...

The desk attendant looked up, his eyes bored and tired looking- and Cain didn’t blame him to be honest, the policeman beckoned a colleague over, sorting out all the paperwork and bullshit before letting him know what Cain wanted before leading him to the holding cells.
It wasn’t the echoes of their footsteps that caught Cain’s attention as he lumbered down the halls behind the young policeman guiding him- it was the faint sound of singing- I mean, who would sing in a police station?

Sometimes we strive for a life of apathy,
Callous deeds, other mindless acts of greed,
Ain’t jack for free, I think they’d try a tax to breathe
Its like we fight to remind us that we bleed
I take flight in the night from lack of sleep
Cause peace of minds the only time that we’re free
Its got a hold on me, and ima chase that feeling
Its got a hold on me, we all chase that feeling


The spoken lyrics got louder as they approached the last door of the hall, but stops at the sound of footsteps outside the door, the officer pulls a key from a chain and carefully opens the door- inside is Angel seated cross legged on the ‘bed’, eyes closed yet her head titled upwards, blood occasionally trickling from her bottom lip- she smiles without opening her eyes or turning her head.

Angel: Evening old man...

Cain: How... Never mind, let’s get out of here- we need to talk...

Angel: Nawww, you’re so not fun... I bet you didn’t even appreciate my song, well- I guess cause its aussie...

Angel smiled as she left the cell, amused by the whole situation- the officer at the cell politely smiled back before letting Cain and Angel wander down the corridor towards the exit- on their way out, Angel remembers to flip off the front desk attendant before disappearing once again into the night, followed closely by Cain.


(The song being made reference to is "Chase That Feeling" by Hilltop Hoods
R.I.P Eddie Guerrero 1967-2005

The legend of Latino Heat will live on in the hearts of his family, the memories of his peers and in the roars of the crowds who will chant his name forever...

Viva La Raza

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