“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.
“You were an obstacle, and one that he was all too willing to knock down as long as he got the chance to take me out.” Either that, or the firethrower would’ve hurt him just enough to attempt to drag him back to the Brotherhood where they could try to pry information out of him. Risky, especially if they didn’t have a way of dampening his powers, so his guess was death would’ve been the preferred option.
Lucan, like the rest of the mutants in hiding, depended on the larger network, on its support and the donations it received. But he wasn’t going to explain that to the woman. Instead, he focused on the fact that walking was proving difficult for her, each step causing a grunt or groan. And at the rate they were moving, it was going to take too long for them to get to the motel, making them easy targets in the meantime. So he simply stopped in his tracks, stating, “We need to move faster, and you need help if we’re going to do that. So let me help.”
Allie let out a heavy sigh, looking over at the man who’d just saved her. She thought she should be more thankful of her savior, but the frustration of losing her sleep place was outweighing that in her tired mind. “Well, sorry for being in the way, I guess.”
She continued to limp toward the main road, the light at the end of the dark alleyway. She pushed through the pain, trying to hide the hurt from the man. She let out a small hiss each time she put weight on her leg. When the man stopped, Allie limped a few more times before stopping and looking back. “What, you gonna carry me? I sure as hell can’t run, seeing as I can barely walk.”
Cisco backup 