She gasped as she felt something hot graze her right leg. She reached down and and felt blood welling up on her wounded leg. Okay, now her good mood was officially gone.
“I’m tired, I’ve been shot twice in two nights, and now I have a whole in my jeans. Do you know how much jeans cost!?” Evie flew under a cloud, using it and the surrounding darkness to keep hidden while she looked for whoever shot her. She stuffed the shoe in her pocket and took the sweatshirt off to press it against her leg. She hadn’t really heard a gunshot, but she had heard something coming from one of the rooftops as she’d been flying upward.
Christine smirked victoriously. Even though it was dark so couldn’t really clarify, she had heard the girl gasp and shout. She had been injured, meaning that whatever she was - she wasn’t immune against bullets.
She put her gun away, taking a few step backwards. Her eyes were scanning the skies, but it seemed like the girl had disappeared. She narrowed her eyes, but the smirk was still in place. She’d find her again, and next time, she’d aim for her head. She turned and started to run to the edge of the rooftop, where she knew the fire escape was located.
There! She had seen movement on one of the roofs. Someone was running toward the fire escape! “You have got to kidding yourself if you think I’m just going to let you run away after that,” she growled under her breath in both anger and pain.
Evie pulled the shoe out of her sweatshirt and watched the gunman move to the fire escape. Flying quickly, she moved toward the person and threw the shoe at them. She smirked as she saw it hit the person’s back.
Christine stumbled forward at feeling something smack against her back. In the last second she managed to catch herself with her hands and make a flip forward, landing with her feet on the fire escape. She turned and caught a glimpse of the shoe.
A shoe?! She clenched her teeth. This girl had the audacity to throw a shoe at Christine Dixon? She growled slightly as she reached to take out her gun again.
Evie took the gunman’s (or gunwoman’s as it looked like her attacker was a woman) stumble as an opportunity to get behind her. She saw the woman turn around to look at what had caused her to lose her balance and reach for her gun. Before the woman could pull it fully out of the holster, Evie grabbed the woman’s wrist tightly.
“Mind explaining why you decided to shoot at me?” Evie tried to go for her normal friendly, but she just sounded pissed.
So this girl wasn’t invincible, good. “Because…” Christine started darkly as she stretched her arm out, revealing a hidden knife in her sleeve. She immediately swinged it against the girl, aiming towards her throat.
Evie was forced to let the woman’s wrist go when she started swinging her knife. She flung herself back and dropped a few feet into the alley. “Sorry, that answer’s not good enough!” She ducked under the fire escape and pulled hard on it, the metal protesting loudly as it was yanked free from the wall.
Christine swayed and almost fell off the fire escape. This girl was crazy strong, and just overall crazy if you asked her. Christine focused her gaze on the building in front of her - next to the fire escape - and decided to make a leap for it. Jumping, she barely caught hold of the edge of the rooftop. She hauled herself up on it, glaring down at the girl below. She had to get rid of her, cause some kind of distraction so she could escape.
Underneath the fire escape, Evie felt more than saw the woman jump to the building. She needed to act quickly because she really didn’t want to get shot at again. Hoping that the roof could support the weight, she through the fire escape platform onto it. She made sure to not hit the woman, but hopefully it would distract her enough to give Evie time to disarm her.
Christine’s eyes widen and she couldn’t help but let out a cry when the fire escape crashed down next to her. She stumbled forward, falling to her knees.
Evie rushed at the woman on her knees, tackling her none to gently until and slamming her head down on the roof. She straddled the other woman’s back and wrenched her head back by her hair, “Enough games. Who are you and why were you shooting at me?”
Christine almost blacked out for a second and it flashed red and black before her eyes. When her gaze focused her head was pounding and she could feel the woman grab her hair and pull it backwards. She was getting pissed. REALLY pissed. And this was kind of the last straw. Yet she calmed her anger down a notch and answered in a strained voice. “If you think you can walk around playing hero and not expect people to want you dead. You are an idiot.”
Her temper flared and Evie was tempted to slam the woman’s head into the roof again. She bit back the temptation. “Despite what some might think, I am not an idiot and I’m not naive. Stop avoiding my questions. Who are you and why were you shooting at me?”
“Your second question, I just answered. The first one,” She twisted her arm and managed to take out her knife. “I won’t answer.” She sliced the knife at the girl’s already wounded leg after noticing it in her peripheral vision and turned, kicking Evie in the stomach - clenching her teeth when she felt straws of her hair being pulled off -before getting up. “Know your actions have consequences, Lady Luck.” She took out a small grenade from her belt and threw it towards the cracks in the roof that had been made when Evie threw the fire escape on it. The grenade beeped dangerously. Christine turned and fled the scene. She didn’t feel the need to inform the girl that there was probably civilians inside this building.
She jumped off the building, dampening her fall on the ground by taking hold of a flagpole, and disappeared.
