Allie’s teeth began to chatter as the cold set in and the adrenaline began to wear off. “Not going to hurt me? You just stabbed that guy. Who’s to say you’re not going to do the same to me?” She practically spat her words, mostly upset that she now had nowhere to sleep for the night. She took a few steps out of the shadows, allowing the little light from the alley to shine on her.
“I’m fine, it’s barely a scratch. I can’t stay here, anyway. My bed was destroyed. Let’s go.” She sucked air between her teeth as she began walking toward the main road, feeling a painful twinge in her leg, as the fireball that destroyed her sleeping place had hit her leg and the blood was soaking her singed pant leg. Allie tried to keep walking without showing any signs of pain, but she only took a few steps before she stopped and leaned against the wall of the alleyway. “Maybe it’s a little more than a scratch,” she added, looking down at her stained pant leg.
“That guy – and two others just like him – pretended to need my help and then ambushed me. He was going to keep throwing fire until I was dead, and he had no trouble doing the same thing to you just because you got in his way.” A beat passed before Lucan added, “Without his hands, he can’t throw anything. So I saw an opportunity, and I took it.” And he wasn’t about to apologize to her or anyone else for that.
With the woman now willing to move, Lucan started walking alongside her back to the main road when she suddenly stopped again, her body pressed up against the wall. He followed her gaze down to her bloodied pant leg and internally swore. He couldn’t take her where he’d intended on going – a mutant safehouse; it would be compromised. But he also couldn’t leave her here, not like this. Not when he was responsible. “There’s a motel not far from here. I’ll rent a room, look after your leg, and then the room’s yours for the rest of the night.”
“How was I in the way? I was trying to sleep, dude.” Allie cursed at herself. She should have been in a shelter tonight, not in an alley where she would inevitably get hurt. Homeless, no insurance, $6.12 in her pocket, and now she’s got herself injured. No way would she be able to get a job now, let alone stay in a shelter with an injury this severe. She’d immediately get taken advantage of, her few belongings would get taken because she wouldn’t be able to fend for herself.
“You have the means to take care of this?” She asked, motioning to her injured calf. “The means to rent a motel, too? Wow, a guy with money. How lucky am I?” She quipped, snarky sarcasm dripping from her words. She started limping along, letting a groan of pain out each time she put weight on her injured leg, too stubborn to ask the other for assistance.
Cisco backup 