Yeah,I'm Wreckless(0/0) (Romance) (Closed)

(Sure! That'll be hilarious!)
"Fine. And I don't know. I really think he wants us dead." Itzal glanced back at the chief's office with an annoyed look on his face. "I mean, any other time he's tried to send huge units out on Mycah, they end up losing them or getting killed or both. I guess the chief is just trying something new." He looked over at Evelyn and shrugged slightly.

"We're gonna motherfucking die. Start writing your will now. Coz. We're doomed." She nodded once promptly. "Gonezo. Dead meat."

"Yeah." Itzal nodded. There really didn't seem to be another way this could end. After all, it was the two of them against Mycah and whatever crazy army they had with them. "Do you know anywhere we could get slightly better weapons, to give us even a tiny chance of making it out alive?" He asked, his brow furrowing slightly.

"This is not the time to ask dumb questions." She called up a number. "Hey Ritchie. Yeah yeah shuddup. Chief set me and my Partner to go take down Florida Man. Yes. THE Mycah. All we've got is my little dude and a banger. Uhuh. Yes backup would be fantastic. No no no don't call Evan don't do that-oh fuck you. Get us some weapons, no guns or anything. Get me Louisville slugger. WHAT??? Fine get me the other one then. Yeah. Right at his house." She hung up and looked at you. "Looks like I'm turning ya bad." She smiled cheekily.

Itzal's lips curved into a small smile. He'd been hoping that Evelyn would have some more weapons. He listened to her talk, lips twitching as he tried not to smile too much. Listening to her talk was a bit funny, though, and he really had to work at not smiling. When she hung up, he tilted his head at her slightly. "Well, being 'bad' is certainly better than being dead." He shrugged. "What are we getting? And are there any actual people coming along, or just weapons?" He hoped it was just weapons.

(I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS! I'm soooo sorry!)

"My sister is coming. Ya know, the wrestler? Best damn backup I can get. But a small hand gun for you. I'm sticking with my baseball bat. Guns scare me if I'm gonna be honest. I always feel like I'm gonna do something REALLY dumb and end up shooting myself. I trust you enough with it. Don't worry it's just a small 6 shooter pistol. Nothing super big and scary." She smiled and nodded. "Can't believe a guy like this exists. How the hell is he still alive?"

( You're good. To be honest, I kinda forgot about it to, so… :)
"Ah, okay." Itzal nodded, hoping Evelyn's sister wasn't too crazy or anything. "Oh, thank you. Now, so we have to go anywhere to get these weapons?" He asked, once again hoping the answer was yes. "Oh, gods, I don't even know. I do know that the chief's been trying to get them for a long time, though. I guess he finally snapped and decided death missions are the only way."

"Naw we don't, they'll drop it off. Also all he gave was…THAT. That couldn't kill a bug. Like if he wanted us to get the dude he'd give us better friggin weapons. We gotta kill him with the baton. If we get him with the gun, boss will get suspicious and then we're screwed."

"Okay. Where will we have to go to pick it up, then?" Itzal asked. He was getting a little nervous about this whole thing, but it was better to have some suspicious weapons than die. "Yes, well, first of all, I think the chief wants us to bring in Mycah alive, not dead. And we can just use the gun for any of their henchmen."

"He's one crazy dude my friend. And if you were listening, they're gonna drop it off at the dudes house. Idiot." She rolled her eyes and went back to staring out the window, waiting for them to finally get there. "Really do wish you'd learn to gun the gas a little." Eventually they got there. There stood Clara. 5'10, and packed with muscle as her black hair ran down her back. Her motorcycle was further down the street, locked up in front of a library. She held the pistol and baseball bat, sitting on the curb, waiting for us. Evelyn quickly got out as soon as the car was parked, and sat down next to Clara, taking up the baseball bat. Clara wore a white t-shirt, a leather jacket, ripped up jeans, and steel toed black boots. She also wore dark sunglasses to hide her eyes. "Claire! Good to see ya sis." Evelyn did a few test swings with the bat as Clara's stone cold bitch face glare cracked a smile. "It's good to see you too Rose." She rustled Evelyn's bright pink and green hair.

"Yep." Itzal agreed, ignoring the rest of her sentence. He was driving as fast as he dared, and shot Evelyn a little glare when she commented about how fast he was driving, but said nothing else. When they got there, Itzal parked the car, waiting a few seconds before getting out as well. This whole thing felt really sketchy, but it was already happening. Too late to stop it now. He walked around the car slowly, doing a quick once-over of Evelyn's sister. She looked quite intimidating, and he simply opted for a smile.

Clara nodded once over to him and handed him the gun,when suddenly a rifle shot went off, and the bullet whizzed past them. Clara and Evelyn took to the ground and army crawled to over behind the bar. The guy standing there has orange whispy hair,and one blue eye. The other eye was glass and it constantly swiveled around. He wore a bright green Hawaiian shirt,no under shirt, cargo shorts and of course socks with sandals. If anyone could see below the waist. The crazed lunatic was standing at a second story window, and reloading his gun as the two girls waited for Itzal the Giant.

Itzal accepted the gun with a grim smile, and was opening his mouth to thank her when the gun went off. He dropped to the ground and glanced quickly to where the shot had come from. Finding that the guy was reloading, he quickly made his way over to the girls. "Um… What's your guy's plan?" He asked, looking at the guy again and wrinkling his nose. This was turning into the perfect day. First he was accepting some sketchy help, and now he was getting shot at.

Ciara and Evelyn both shrugged. "Uhm run and hope?" Clara rolled her eyes. "Yeah if you want to die. Do you have any plans?" She said with annoyance in her voice,looking at Itzal.

"Um… Not really. I'm guessing that's Mycah?" Itzal said softly, his mind whirring. If that was Mycah, their job had just turned one hundred percent harder. How did Mycah know they were here?

Clara nodded. "He's pretty used to this shit." "DAMN KIDS QUIT TRYING TO STEAL MY COKE!" And another gun shot went off. Evelyn peeked around the corner quickly, and groaned. "He has fucking BEAR TRAPS in his yard! Who the hell does THAT????" "He does." "Shut up Clare we have to arrest this guy and not kill him!"

"Well, at least he thinks we want to steal from him," Itzal sighed, running a hand over his eyes. He was kind of worried about Clara… and Evelyn too. What would happen to him if one of them killed Mycah? What would the Chief do? He shook his head slightly. He could worry about that if it came to it, which it wouldn't. He'd make sure of it. "Well, anyone have a brilliant plan to get past the madman with bear traps in his yard?" Itzal asked, looking at Evelyn and Clara.

Clara and Evelyn locked eyes. "Catapult?" "Catapult." Evelyn got into Clara's arms and was balled up. Clara then stood up and hurled Evelyn at the house. She rolled right up onto the porch. "NICE SHOT CLAIRE!" Clara gave a thumbs up and sat back down in the grass,then looked at you. "Well Mr. Stick in the ass. You wanna be tossed too?"

Itzal frowned at the word 'catapult', wondering what it could have to do with anything. And then he watched in shock and amazement as Clara launched Evelyn towards the porch. He looked back at Clara slowly, his mouth open slightly. "Um, I'd really rather not," He said, shrugging slightly. Itzal would take any other method of getting over there. He'd rather die then get tossed by Evelyn's sister.

She shrugged. "Suit yourself,dead meat." She then grabbed a metal trash can lid, and holding it up like a shield she hopped the fence and dodged through the bear traps. By this time Mycah had stopped shooting out, but the loud bangs and random crashes showed that there was a scuffle from inside the house. Clara stood on the front porch and looked around. "Alright, it's all clear!" She then opened the door, and it slammed shut. She still had the trash can lid on her, as there stood Evelyn with the bat at the bottom of his stairs. He stood there, holding the rifle over his shoulder. "DAMN FUCKING WENCH! Wasted all my bullets on a crack head whore like you!" Evelyn growled, so ready to beat him to death. "Hold your cool Ev'. Wait until Itz gets here." She held out an arm in front of Evelyn, and Evelyn sighed as she lowered her bat. "FINE! But he's got a few seconds before I make his head concave!" "Relax. I saw the police cuffs in the car. We'll get Mycah." Mycah during this conversation had walked off back into his bedrooms, and was attempting to escape out the window when the two noticed he had gone, and went to go search the rooms. "MYCAH!" "YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME HAHAHAHAHA!" He then hopped the window, landing in a pile of cocaine, and he ran off into the neighborhood. "God damnit…" Clara leaned out one of the front windows. "ITZAL! CHASE MYCAH IN THE CAR! HE'S ON FOOT THROUGH THE NEIGHBORHOOD!"

Itzal watched as Clara ran towards the house. He really wasn't feeling like going through all of that, but he also couldn't just leave them. Though, he had a feeling they would be able to take on practically anything. Still… Evelyn was his partner, and he couldn't just abandon her. But that didn't mean he had to run straight into danger. He could walk quickly. Itzal started to follow Clara when she stuck out head out the window and shouted something about chasing Mycah through the neighborhood. "What?" Itzal frowned and looked around. And there was Mycah, making pretty good time away from the house. He heaved a huge sigh and started back to the car as quickly as he could. "Are you going to be alright?" Itzal shouted as he got into the car. He turned on the car and rolled down the window, then started driving after Mycah. Mycah had a pretty good headstart, but Itzal was in a car and would probably catch him easily if nothing went wrong.

Clara yelled. "WE'LL BE FINE!" And both Clara and Evelyn shot off on foot in the direction he took. He on the other hand was weaving in and out of houses, throwing trashcan into the street, going through back yards, just racking up the charges in hopes of escaping and stopping Itzal's car. Evelyn was rollerblading and dodging the mess he was making the best she could, and Clara was trying to stay a step above him, seeing if she could catch him off guard or get him surrounded by the three.

Itzal groaned in frustration, trying his hardest to keep up with Mycah on the road. "Why can't he just run on the road like a typical idiot?" Itzal muttered to himself, spotting Mycah speeding through back yards and being a huge pain. It was difficult to follow him, so Itzal was glad Clara and Evelyn were on foot and also following Mycah. He hoped that they had a plan because right now he was sure he was going to just be chasing Mycah though the neighborhood forevermore. "This is stupid," He sighed. At least there weren't a lot of regular people trying to drive around.