Yvette was on Fiona’s tail this time. The officer would catch her this night, she could feel it in her bones. She was going to catch the daughter of the mobster and she was going to use it as leverage.
But as she turned a corner, someone grabbed her from behind. The sweet, earthy smell of Fiona’s perfume blanketed her. One arm caught her arms, the other wrapped around her neck. She pulled Yvette close. “Good evening officer. I heard you’re looking for me.” There was laughter in her words.
“Shut up!” She tried to yank the criminal’s arm away from her, but Fiona only pulled her closer against her body.
“Mmm, you’re really feisty tonight, had a bad day?”
Yvette shoved her elbow in Fiona’s gut, twisting and pinning her against the wall. “You’re under arrest.”
But Fiona’s eyes fell to the bruises on Yvette’s face, her demeanor turning serious. “What happened?”
Yvette pressed her harder into the wall. “What do you think? I’m a colored, female cop. I need this to prove I’m just as good as the others!”
“Your coworkers did this to you?”
Yvette frowned. “It doesn’t matter! You're under arrest!"
There was a click as a bullet was loaded into the chamber of a gun behind her. Fiona smiled. "I don't think my cousin agrees with that, officer."
Yvette's jaw clenched as she let go of Fiona and stepped to the side.
Fiona grinned as she left. When they were safely away, Fiona turned to her cousin. "Find out which cops hit her."
Her cousin nodded. "You want them roughed up?"
"I want them dead. If they live, they'll just take it out on her. And you spread the word she is not to be touched. She's under my protection now."
"Got it."
She stopped and pointed at him. "That means if she arrests any of you, you have to find a different way to escape than hurting her or there will be hell to pay."
Her cousin nodded, smirking. "She's not going to like this."
Fiona shrugged. "Of course she won't, she's one of the actual good guys. That's what makes it fun."
Ooooh 8 for rhack or fivette? (I just like Halloween) ((also I am aware im really late to send in a prompt here sooooo no pressure 😊)) 💛🎃
Who insists on always dressing up on Halloween, and who wants to stay home and hand out candy well, how about we try to get both done
“Sweetheart, I don’t think that’s how Hollow-een should be celebrated...”
“Eh? You tryna tell me Hyperion goons did not go trick and treat on Hollow-een? Always knew you were just a bunch of brainwashed stodgy losers!” Fiona proudly pops the fur-lined collar of her werewolf onesie.
“No, of course not, we just got dressed into sexy-insert vaguely interesting character outfits and got wasted. And Fi? Light of my life, I believe it’s trick -or- treat.” Yvette keeps eyeing her and the duffel bag strapped across her back with some degree of suspicion.
“Trick AND treat, you go play a trick on someone -and- then steal yourself a nice treat. We’re on Pandora and we’re doing it Pandora style.” No amount of sighing and eyerolling on Yvette’s part can change Fiona’s mind now, she has a plan, a killer one on top of that and she sure as hell is going to drag her significant other along for the ride. “Now, I think I might have a solution that you will find acceptable so go on, slip into something sexy and lets go!”
That’s how the two of them find themselves standing before the sleek shape reaching a dozen floors high and covered in elegant glass.
“Fi?”
“Shh, let me work it out...” Fiona is already digging through her bag, pulling out an assortment of items that will come in handy.
“So...what are we doing here?”
“Well, I’m thinking, what better a trick than to break into someone’s place and steal a couple bottles of that expensive wine certain someone keeps stashed there,” to illustrate the point, one finger tipped into teal painted fingernail points towards the top floor looming in the distance.
“Oh...” the promise of -free- alcohol always easily manages to sway Yvette her way and Fiona is quite proud of this idea of hers, mirroring the nasty smirk blooming on the other woman’s lips, “and what better a treat to get than one taken from out local pumpkin!”
They share what could only be described as a sinister laughter and Fiona moves to start strapping adhesive suction cups to Yvette’s hands, a strong rope, a couple of feet in length, wrapped around her midsection, linking them together.
“Uhh, that’s gonna be safe?”
“Sure, you’re with me babe.”
“Whole city is gonna see my underwear....”
“That’s what you get for dressing as a sexy skag, besides, that’s a nice pair you’re wearing” with a shrug of her shoulders, Fiona takes a step back to admire her handiwork, “alright, you’re good to go, just do what I do and don’t look down, we’ll be at the top in no time!” She quickly goes about fixing in place her own equipement, a pair of goggles borrowed from Sasha slipped on her face and they are ready to begin their ascend.
Already crouching on the spacious balcony, she’s fiddling with the lock when the other woman hauls herself over the railing, panting heavily and flushed from the exertion. The curtains are drawn but from between the cracks, seeps the soft glow of the TV.
“You sure you can break in?”
“Easily, you know how deft these fingers can be,” a smug grin and a wiggle of said fingers given to emphasise her point, and the lock opens with a quiet clink.
In they go, tiptoeing around the couch and following a double sound of snores coming from underneath a pile of blankets, two ruffled mops of hair sticking from opposite ends.
“See, Hyperion losers!” Going as far as the rope still connecting them will allow, Yvette heads for the alcohol cabinet, the stretched line accidentally catching the far corner of the blanket and lifting it slightly. From underneath it, peeks one, clearly pissed off green eye currently shooting a murderous glare her way.
Fuck.
Fiona is good at thinking quick on her feet, grabbing a pillow to press it over the face framing that one offending eye, its owner still huddled under the comforters.
“Shhh, sleep tight sweet prince.” However, the struggle must have resulted in the second body hiding under the blankets getting kneed in the dick judging by a pained groan, the man rolling off the couch and curling on the ground in a ball of misery.
“Run!” Trying to make a mad dash towards the door, Fiona trips when an unyielding grip wraps around her ankle and she’s tackled down.
“Sorry love!” Yvette is almost outside of the room, shooting an appologetic finger gun at her, three bottles tucked under one arm and Fiona knew, always knew, that ex-hyperions, despite their loud proclamations of devotion and changed evil ways, were more interested in looking after their own hide than any real comradeship. And maybe, just maybe, Yvette would have made it safely outside if not for the rope keeping them together till proverbial, or more literal death, in the form of one, clearly annoyed Handsome Jack, did them part.
Their respective cuts and bruises resulting from the scuttle that promptly broke out tended to, and the four of them sit slumped down, each nursing a glass of wine and in Rhys’ case, a handful of Hollow-een candies.
“I uh...like your outfit...” Jack waves more or less in Yvette’s direction.
“Oh, thank you! And I like yours!” So yeah, seems like both of them chose to go the ‘sexy skag’ route, except his shows a little bit more cleavage and a little bit less ass, Fiona quietly thanks whoever designed the outfit for that.
“Yeah, okay, but can we all stay home now that we have trick or treating out of the way?” Rhys mumbles around a mouthful of hard candies.
“No!” at least the other two ex-hyperions seem to agree on something else beside poor costume choices.
Hyperion losers...and it’s trick AND treat, when will they finally learn?!
