Thread: Empire - City of Lost Cause (Black_Out and meomeo)

There was no bright white glow at the end of a tunnel no feathery floating sensation. Vallie's near-death experience was not as advertised. The only things she remembered were the cold darkness and excruciating pain. One thing is for sure it's good to be back among the living. With what's left of her strength Vallie made damn sure her digits are curled tight around the Hammer's hilt. Her survival depended on it. Vallie sensed the ancient power reviving her - very slowly, but steadily. Take all the time you need , she thought, you're literally bringing me back from the dead . Gunshots were followed by a loud poof. Hazily, Vallie registered a cloud of black smoke lingering where Vagabond last stood. No way she is going after him aside from being physically incapable, she has no desire of getting her ass whooped again. I am not made out for crimefighting. I found that out the hard way. Once is enough. Two faces took up Vallie's line of sight. Mark's worried, twitchy face she recognize. The other was a pretty girl - who Vallie deduced had given her the Hammer, and had covered her nakedness up with that dark navy blazer. Vallie would express her gratitude... if she could get a word in. The brunette was blabbering excitedly, while shoving her phone into Vallie's face. What is she doing that for? Paramedics appeared all of a sudden, shooing the onlookers away. A wool blanket was pulled over Vallie. Hands strapped her on a stretcher and lifted her up on a gurney. She felt a prick in the nook of her elbow, and the drowsy sensation that followed told her a strong anesthetic was administered. The crowd's voices melted together into a jumbled din. Her eyelids drooped heavily. The side effects of the drug urging her to just... drift... off... As much as her pencil skirt and heels allowed, Allison trotted alongside the gurney towards the doors of the waiting ambulance. She has lucked into an exclusive leading story, and has every intention to milk it before the other news channels arrive at the scene and get a piece of the pie. This pie is going to make her career and is all hers. Hammer Time. How does it feel to DEFEAT the fugitive Vagabond and SAVE a whole station of innocent citizens from his evil designs? You ALMOST captured him. Early reports indicate there isn't a single casualty! Her excitement expressed in quick, breathless sentences. Didn't Allison just witness Hammer Time get absolutely mauled by Vagabond? Sure. Is the half-dead, drugged blonde woman in any state to give an interview? Probably not. But footages can be edited. Journalistic liberties taken. This makes for a far better story. What Empire City needs is a feel-good story. Not another defeated hero in a coma. Errrr.....grr...reat? Vallie slurred. Allison knew Hammer Time was about to slip into a drug-induced sleep. She had time to maybe get in one more question Two if she is lucky. The city needs a hero now more than ever. Gangs and villains prowling the streets. Crime bosses ruling over whole districts. Did you come to the city to be our savior, Hammer Time? Shuuuure, whateverr... can'tchu... leave me alone... On a count of three the gurney was lifted onto the ambulance. No reporters on the ambulance. Find your own transport. Came the gruff voice of one of the paramedics. Please! Just a few more questions. I won't get in your way! Allison saw a wicked smirk slowly cross his lips. Narrowed eyes traveled from her face, to her loose-fitting blouse, down to her thigh-length pencil skirt. He stretched out his arm. Just this once, missy. And don't you tell no one about this. They hadn't lowered the ramp and the floor of the ambulance was well over two feet off the ground. Allison knew the sleazy paramedic took a long look up her skirt as she lifted one leg after the other. Apparently not content, he pressed right up against her when she sidled past. As a pretty white girl who grew up in Empire City, Allison had experienced worse... but she still wanted nothing more than to drive the tips of her heels into his crotch. Instead, she settled down in a corner, as the engine purred and siren wailed. I wasn't exaggerating. This godforsaken city does badly need a hero , Allison mused, as she looked at the unconscious, bloodied Hammer Time. Last edited Nov 29, 2018