The punch and kick combo come down on him. Before he could even realize it, he was on the floor,
''Whadt're ya think ya messin' with?''
Keith held his head, and feeling the warm blood seeping through his long hair, he looked at his hand, in blood, the impact on his stomach had already warn off, the adrenaline kicking in quickly as he tensed even more, even the wound on his head barely hurt now.
Old man has some moves...
The Bartender came up to him, trying to help him up
''Dude, I wouldn't try to piss that Rogue off. Really, you should stay away from him.''
''His name's Danny, and he-''
Keith watched as the man started to walk off to one of the tables, the Rogues at the table opening a space for him, yet again, the man had his back towards Keith, he cut off the bartender speaking.
''Son of a....I ain't gunna be tryin' ta' piss him off, I'm gonna beat the god damned bastard down to the ground''
Keith had been beaten down, but he sure wasn't out of the fight yet, old man or not, he was goin' down. He suddenly got up, running towards Danny, just at the last moment Danny had noticed the sound of Keith's feet, as he turned his head around Keith had already reached him and sent a kick at the back of Danny's knees, and also delivered an elbow to his nose as he was falling to the ground, instantly Keith was on top of him, hammering down his fists on his face.
Keith had a hard look on his face,
''What I'm messin' with ? Your god damned face, you bastard''
Keith had hammered down a few more punches to Danny's face, his blood on Keith's fists, suddenly he felt a pain jab through his side, then another at the other side. The Rogues around the table had seen what had happened, they hadn't reacted fast enough, but they were much more in numbers.
They kicked down Keith, then held his arms and drove him up to his feet, holding him as Danny got up.
Blood covering his Face. A tired Expression, though he is totally away. It may have been luck that he is feeling no Pain at this Moment, because of the Painkillers he is usually spilling down like Snacks to get rid of the Pain in his Chest. Looking down to the Rogue, being hold onto the Ground Danny doesn't know what he should think off. His right Hand slides below his Jacket, coming back with an old Gun. A Gun with Projectiles, which is rare these Days, yet the old Rogue has one of them. Without any Aim he shoots twice. Both Shots into Keith's Legs, screaming fills the Bar. Not even chuckling Danny steps over the Body, slowly walking out of the Bar, grabbing a new Glass on his Way to the Door.
Leaving behind his broken PDA, a heavy injured Rogue and his own Blood he walks out of the Bar, disappearing in the dark Floors of Alcatraz.
"Who is it doing this synthetic type of alpha beta psychedelic funkin'?"
Hearing gun shots, the man reacted the only way he knew how. Jumping over a table and knocking it over for cover, and pulling up his gun and aiming at the old rogue, now walking out the door.
When that rogue finaly left, the man stood up and walked over to Keith, ignoring the crowed of Rogues and dropping to one knee,
"Not smart....but perhaps you could be of some use to me...."
He reaches into a container on his belt and pulls out some first aid and holds it infront of Keith's face.
The shots came on down to Keith, Danny firing them without even looking, it was only luck that they had missed his vital organs and pierced his legs. The commotion rose around the whole bar, and even rose some more as some guy with a militaristic look, combat vest and all, along with a machine gun, flipped around a table and did some stuff.
The adrenaline wasn't enough to mask the pain Keith felt, he screamed at first, although getting used to it, and calming his voice. Danny's 'minions' let go of Keith when Danny got out of the bar, the militaristic guy with the weird helmet came over to Keith.
''Not smart....but perhaps you could be of some use to me...''
The guy took out something that looked like a first aid pack and held it to Keith.
''I scratch your back, you scratch mines...''
Just then the Barkeep came along, giving a glance at the guy with the gun, and then looking over at Keith's wounds.
''Alright Mikey...looks like none of 'em hit the bone, yer god damned lucky, I told ya to not mes-''
''Screw that idiot, if he can't do s*** alone''
The pain still in him, he eyed the Rogues that had held him down and beat him before Danny had taken the shots, Keith spit at their feet.
''I'll be seeing you bastards later''
The Rogues looked tough 'en all, but Keith could just feel them backing away. The Barkeep took the aid kit from 'the guy', and looked it over.
''Nah, this wont do nothin', if ya really wanna help, help me get him to Medical''
They lifted Keith up, each taking one shoulder around their necks as he laid all his weight onto them, lucking he wasn't that heavy, they took Keith out of the Bar and headed for the Medical Bay.
Christopher just looked at him in the eyes back his eyes moving to a blackened color before returning to the weak and dull hazel they were. "Your masters will have to wait until I am done with Clif." he said to the man as he walked away the jackal headed man reminded him of the name of Anubis. "I forgot what I was saying." but in truth he didn't he was just trying to avoid using his name. with the shots ringing out his hand grabbed the hilt of something just below the back of his neck pulling it up in case of a fight but seeing the man on the floor and the shooter walking around he slid the two black blades back down from being slightly visible then pulled up the hood around his neck to hide the hilt. Nice place you got here." he would look back out to the window as if nothing happened. "Lived here you whole life, or have you got one of those life stories people always have."
"Nah, I come from Manhattan, but it ain' much of a fun story. No parents or family, bouncin' 'round until I found the Rogues. Or maybe they found me, but here I am," Clif took another drink, his disinterest in the subject was obvious. "Let's discuss more important things, like why you're here. Surely you're not just in for a social visit; and I ain' got long." Clif had no idea how true that last statement was.
He would just shrug looking out the window."Thinking it might be a good place actually acquire some less then lawful contacts and I am sure that you found the Rogues but I wouldn't really pick you for being one."He runs his left hand up and down the back of his neck as if reliving some type of stiffness there."We don't really have a long time so you gotta make the best of it and not be tied down to something you don' want to do as if you die for it.... you died for nothing."he gives a shrug again."Right now your wasting your time with me so maybe its best that you go see what Mr Anubis head wanted you for."
Clif's eyes get wider at the unexpected turn of the conversation. "I ain' much interested in obligin' that fellow's nasty little request." Clif leaned back as much as balance and the stool allowed to finish the remains of his drink before continuing. "But all the same, I'm gettin' ready for a lil' trip, so we might'a well cut'er short."
The bartender began to fill the glass up again, but Clif waved him off. It was time to pack.
"Marg! I got some wine left for ya!"
As crazy as a tiger she jumped on to his table. 'Why? Just tell me. Why you did you do it?'
Margaret almost cried. She looked at the scared and shocked face of David, and saw him point to a chair. She took the wine he was offering, and took few shallow gulps before slowly setting it down. 'Anyway, this is in past. As you see, we are the only Aces here'¦ The only two people who deserved this title. Promise me that we'll work as team next time. This is only way to survive.'
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