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FILL: [untitled rn]
(Anonymous) 2015-05-01 06:55 am (UTC)(link)day one, 23: 33;
This is it, Karen realises. This is the moment she decides who she is.
She's got a gun pointing at the right hand man of the devil, the literal devil and all it'd take is one squeeze to end this. She could kill him and no one would know. He hasn't told Fisk and that means he probably hasn't told anyone. He's getting sloppy, making mistakes, it might not show but he's cracking, whether he knows it or not.
She could walk away from this, she could be the person Foggy and Matt think she is, back out slowly and run like hell. It might not work but she'd get away clean. She could call the police, but Fisk owns half the force and Wesley won't be in for long.
She could kill him. He's begging her to, begging. He's sitting there, so smug and self assured and convinced that she's not going to shoot. He thinks she's weak, think she'll cry and beg for him to let her go safe, to let her go free. He thinks all he'll need to do is speak prettily, with just the right amount of bared teeth, and she'll be eating out of his hands.
She could probably still have left if he hadn't laughed. A cool, derisive chuckle, one that says, now, now dear, this isn't a little girl's game. Quiet down and let the adults speak now.
And fuck him. Fuck him and his expensive suits and his fucking smile and his fucking laugh. Fuck him and Fisk and all the other people who kill an old woman and call it fucking justified.
Just -
Fuck. Him.
She aims the gun, squeezes the trigger.
The bullet thuds into his left thigh and scatters a faint red mist. He's too shocked to do more than stare at it, eyes wide, not with fear or pain but with fury. He looks back up at her and his lip is curled in an ugly snarl.
"Guess you did put a loaded gun where I could reach it," she says. Her hands have stopped shaking.
She's not the hero Matt or Foggy is, not even a little bit.
He glares at her and she's pretty sure if looks could kill she'd be hbo levels of grisly right now but they can't and right now, he's powerless.
"Ms Page," he says curtly. "I don't believe you've really thought this through - " he's reaching for his phone, slowly, like he thinks she can't see and maybe he really does. Maybe he really does think she's that dense.
She lets him have this, lets him think he's getting out of this, the edges of his mouth are beginning to quirk up in a smirk. She waits until he's dragged his phone free, he's keeping it mostly covered with his hands and he's still talking, "You see, there is unless I leave this warehouse alive there is no possible outcome that is favourable for you. I have some very powerful friends and you - "
This time when she fires the bullet cuts a neat hole in his right hand, blows his phone to bits.
This time he lets out a startled yelp of pain, glares up at her, "You bitch," he snarls and there, she's finally got to him. It sends a thrill through her that she loathes but she's finally drawn out a spark of fear in him, she's finally got him hunched over in pain, cradling his hand, in pain and afraid and god, there are so many men she'd like to see like this.
(So many men she deserves to see like this.)
She takes a breath and then another. This might not have been the brightest of ideas but she can roll with it. Now she just needs to tie him up.
"Don't you move," she tells him and he makes a sound of wordless fury. There's no way she can risk moving, not when the gun she's holding is the one thing keeping him in place. She could probably wait for the blood loss to kick in but she's not entirely sure she wouldn't have lost her nerve by then so she does the one thing she can and calls for back up.
FILL: [untitled rn] 2/?
(Anonymous) 2015-05-01 06:56 am (UTC)(link)She stands for what feels like hours, pistol held aloft. Her arm is beginning to shake, her hand cramping from where it's folded around the metal.
Wesley's starting to fade, there's a sheen of sweat on brow and neck that's beginning to make his hair curl and there's an unnatural pallor growing across his cheeks. He's slumped more, keeping his face upturned to hers, refusing to look away.
They're trapped in this twisted game of chicken until help arrives.
Her legs are just beginning to tremble when there's a dull thud and then a creak as the door is pushed open and thank fuck, Karen thinks. But then Foggy calls out and she thinks, oh fuck.
"What the hell kinda place is this K?" his words are running together, he's halfway between annoyed and afraid and she can hear it clear as day. He's still drunk, drunker in fact, but at some point in the last hour or so he must have crossed from "borderline suicidal" to "so fucking wasted man."
She just hopes he sobers up soon.
"You called him?" Wesley sneers.
Karen seriously considers shooting him again.
"Is this some kind of weird sex thing?" Foggy's slurring, "Because I told you, I don't like weird! Kinky? Hell yeah! But fucking - fucking abandoned warehouses? No thank you!"
He rounds the corner, dazed and happy (and she'd be fucking elated that he's smiling if this were any other situation but as it stands), "Foggy," she croaks.
"KAREN!" he beams, then he frowns, "What've you got that for?"
Her mouth falls open but the words don't come out and then Wesley laughs and says, "This is who you brought to help?"
And Foggy goes very pale and looks around at Wesley, blinks once, twice and looks back at Karen, eyes a little less unfocused, mouth hanging open, "Karen, what the fuck?"
Re: FILL: [untitled rn] 2/?
(Anonymous) 2015-05-01 08:33 am (UTC)(link)i am so glad this is getting filled, and it is excellent. can't wait for more!
Re: FILL: [untitled rn] 2/?
(Anonymous) 2015-05-01 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)ON NO FOGGY IS DRUNK!
BUT OH YES THIS FILL!
Re: FILL: [untitled rn] 2/?
(Anonymous) 2015-05-04 06:16 am (UTC)(link)FILL: [the kind who builds towns] 3/?
(Anonymous) 2015-05-05 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)[first half is the same, second half is new content yay]