Predictable

AN: I tried to make a big baddie but then she turned out hot what do

CW: mild violence

Ok, bit of a time skip again, only a week or two though. Broken was sitting at his desk doing… work? He had the tab open yeah, but he was also playing games in another window. If he weren’t born into his job he would have been fired so very long ago.

”Broken.” Anubis walked into his office. “What, what..” he scrambled to switch to his work tab. “I’d hate to bother you from all your hard work.” They said sarcastically. “But you just got a very high profile request.” He pricked his ear and looked away from his monitor. “What’s it for..?” They set a file on his desk. “Everything’s in there. Be safe and for the love of god don’t get yourself killed doing something stupid.”

He grumbled and trudged down the street, flicking his lighter open and closed in his pocket. He finally got to the place his target was said to be, the same old theatre place Blackout used to hide in. Broken kicked the doors open and looked around. The place was still covered in caked on neon paint, cracking and falling off from just how much was glopped on there.

”C’mon out, I don’t got all day..” he said, walking inside. “How rude.” A woman with a thick British accent walked onto the stage, a sword hanging from her belt. Broken walked over and leaned against the stage, looking up at her. “You gonna try ‘nd kill me or what..?” She stopped in front of him and drew her sword, putting it under his chin and forcing his head up. “Had you been anyone else you would have been dead before the doors finished opening.” She said, moving his head with her sword like she was examining a specimen.

He flicked his tail. “What can I say, I’m like a cockroach, hard to keep dead..” she put her shoe to his chin like a doorstop, keeping him looking up. “What’s your business here and why should I let you keep talking?” Broken shrugged. “Kill me if you wanna, I don’t give a damn.. ‘m just here to collect a check..” she stared down at him for a silent minute, looking him over as she tried to figure out if he was lying. “You’re Broken aren’t you. The Lightning.”

”Oh..” he smiled. “So you know me..” in a flash of movement he was up on the stage with a knife in his hand, aimed at her skull. “How predictable.” She hummed, blocking his arm with her sword. “Got any other tricks you’d like to get out of the way?” “Just one..” he dropped the knife into his other hand and tried to stab her other side. “How original.” She twisted out of the way and pressed the tip of her sword against his chest. “I didn’t think Broken Lightning of all people would use such outdated clichés.”

#dontfeature