Dont…days off….vacation…out of the city.
He wonders what she means by out of the city. And how far that
out of the city could mean. Because yea he’s still jealous of that.
Her being what she is, and with far greater freedom than he’ll
probably ever have again. Then again she’s probably not caused
the sort problems he has. Therefore didn’t deserve the price he’s
paying.
“Vegas trips m’guessin’?”
Honestly he has no idea, and doesn’t really want too. Well he
might if he wasn’t otherwise distracted. Something is very wrong.
The itch is getting worse. To the point it’s shifted and settled to his
hands. The sensation subconsciously triggering fingers to rub
against his thumbs. Gaze shifting from one building to the next.
What he’s searching he doesn’t know, but something about this
is very very wrong.
….run over….dont pay attention kid. On any other given day he
would have corrected her. Warned her never to call him that again.
But he’s close. The air has shifted around them. He can feel the
minute change of it, where others couldn’t. There’s movement but
it isn’t coming from above them. It’s….
He’s spinning around, reacting instead of thinking. A hand shooting
out fingers digging into the threads of Jayden’s jacket at her shoulder.
The zipper instantly sealing itself, lining turning to something bullet
proof that spreads into the fibers of her shirt and her jeans and boots;
before he’s shoving her between two cars along the sidewalk.
His own internal armor all but in place as he stumbles to land
over her. Hands on either vehicle to keep him upright. A body shield
between her and the bank that’s already gone up in flames in the time
it took him to react. A rather unpleasant noise escaping when a good
chunk of the bank’s brick facade all but bounces off his back. Knees
and elbow buckling with the force of the blow, but he doesn’t go down.
That’s gonna leave a mark.
Bad day to worse day in less time than it takes to order a fucking cup
a joe. With a side order of ringing ears, and very pissed off skin.
Fucking figures.
“Vegas is alright. I prefer going south along the East coast. It’s really just an excuse to ride on the open road. That freedom ya’know?” Jayden said losing a bit of reality as she walked along with him. “To feel the wind biting at my skin, the sun glaring down. Watching as the world blends into streaks of colour.”
That was Jayden’s version of Heaven. Just her and the open road. Her bike roaring under her as she hauled ass along the black. She may have grown up the rich kid, but she lived for the simple things in life.
She was pulled from her inner world as soon as his fingers dug into her. Her clothing seemed to gain a solid 25 pounds heavier as her jacket closed on what anyone would say its own will. Then he was shoving her to the side. However she missed the curb and dropped to the ground. She landed on her hip first. The momentum from her fall carried on as she proceeded to collapse onto her left shoulder.
“Ah! Fuck!” Jayden said. Whatever he did made her regret her life choices in her attire. It felt like she landed on metal. She would have protested in that moment had he not pitched himself over her and between the cars as the bank behind him blew up. The debris came in large chunks raining over them and the street.
She heard him grunt and almost fall on her. Her mouth dropped as the piece of building bounced off of him. What the hell was he? No one normal or not in a metal suit could have withstood the abuse he was suffering.
“Baz!” Jayden shouted over the sudden chaotic chorus of screaming and sirens. “Are you okay?”
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