I Need A Hero (Mora)

[Lucid (DELETED 5635)]

Daniel pulled his limo away from the nightclub and drove around the neighborhood. The sorority girls who rented a ride for the night had asked him to wait outside while they partied, and he thought he could grab some gas for the limo and come back in time to pick them all up. He pulled into a shabby gas station and filled the tank, then went around back to clean up after the girls, who had taken full advantage of the backseat bar, but not the barf bags he'd thoughtfully placed in each seat compartment. Oh well. At least he was getting payed overtime for this.

Trash discarded, tank filled, Daniel walked around to the front of the limo. When he got in, the cold barrel of a gun pressed against his forehead, and he froze with his hands on the wheel, feeling his mouth go dry with dread. Daniel was a tall man who went to the gym regularly, and kept a licensed legal firearm in his glove compartment for such an occasion, but that was all water under the bridge when he was being held at gunpoint. "Drive," a young man told him. And so he drove.

Following the boy's instructions, he pulled up to the gangland slums and unlocked the limo doors. Thinking his part in it was done, he shifted, but the kid told him to stay put. He could hear a lot of people getting into the back of the limo, laughing and carefree. He heard glass bottles being passed around. Somebody turned up the music so loudly that it hurt his ears, but if all he got out of this was a headache he'd be happy.

He drove the gangsters around the block mechanically as his own life flashed before his eyes.

[Mora]

Mora exited her small shop and locked it up the night, her moss green orbs focused on the lock as she clicked it shut, twisting the knob before pocketing the key once more and turning her eyes to the streets. She had her trusty gun tucked underneath her red coat as she began to walk down towards the Newborough area. She didn’t know why she was taking the long way home back to Judas’s crypt where her small family stayed. The moon was high in the sky and she was quite curious as to why it was so high. She didn’t even notice the Limo drive by the first time as she kept walking, humming a tune as she did.

She needed to check her business papers too, before she actually went to sleep – she had been lazy these past few days putting her work off. Her moss orbs focused on that black limo as it drove around again, at first she thought the man was lost – she was about to flag him down but she saw something else, there was something odd about the way it was going around – that was when she saw the gun and she raised an eyebrow so she stalked the car – keeping at her own casual pace. The limo stopped at the entrance to the gangland slums as a group of gangsters got in, some were high, and some were quite happy to enjoy the free alcohol. Mora snorted, unsure if she should get involved.

”It’s not my problem, is it?” She questioned herself as she scratched the back of her head, unsure if she really should help that poor limo driver. The door slammed shut and he drove off, and this time around the block – he was doing circles. They were getting drunk in the back as she listened with her acute vampire hearing, they were prone to get violent and she didn’t want the poor limo driver to be on the end of another gun barrel. Silly Mora, always having to play hero with humans. She really enjoyed saving their asses at times.

As the limo disappeared from view – probably to do another drive around the block. Mora lifted the palm of her hand and closed her eyes, focusing her energy she made a decoy of herself. It wasn’t hard pushing her appearance into the mould as she heard the tyres screeching as it came around the corner she moved a little forward enough to speak into her other self’s ear. ”Walk.” She told it as it walked a little bit forward it was enough to get in front of the moving Limo.

The Decoy would be destroyed upon impact – it would send telepathic energy into the car, the impact would probably be enough to stop the Limo, and then Mora would swoop in like Superman. That was the plan at least, well – if things went sour and they drew their guns. Mora would kill them all to save the driver.