I can't feel nothing at all (Sawyer; Eph)

[Isis Louhi (DELETED 8004)]

Isis danced around the officer, firing off shots at him. One bullet grazed her shoulder, but she was quicker than the old man and shot him in the chest. BANG. He looked at the teen, shocked, as he slid to the ground. Isis swore, running her hands against her face in agitation. Why didn't he just let me ******* go?

Stepping around his body, she made a run for it. Ran to the slums, where the smell of blood wasn't all that unusual for the seedy filth that lined the streets. Idly, Isis pocketed a few passed out patron's drugs, snorting at their state with derision. Idiots. They're all ******* idiots. She moved against the walls, keeping her head down- unfortunately kids her age weren't all that uncommon down here either. Something about the state of the city left a lot of people trying to find their kicks. Watching a deal go down, she waited until the gangster walked between the buildings, under a broken light. She fired one shot at the back of his head. BANG. The body crumbled, and Isis took the drugs and money from him. She couldn't stop the drug trade, but she could slow its flow, make up for the guilt that filled her mind about the Officer at the B&E scene. Shaking her head, she readjusted the jacket she wore, tried to shake off the emotions. It would get her nowhere.

Several more gangsters fell in the slums, their bodies falling to the scavengers of the night. Satisfied with her work, she went to leave and go back into the twinkling lights of the city.

BANG.

Searing pain ripped through her chest, just below her collarbone. She screamed out in agony, her vision going spotty. Stumbling for a moment, she heard a second shot fire off, missing her arm by inches. The girl shook her head to clear it and ran. Because her life truly did depend on it. The cop told her to halt, and fired off another round that missed her, going wide as she dropped down into an open sewer access. She wasn't sure why the cover was off, but she could kiss whoever it was that did it.

Running, and often stumbling through the sewers, she lost her way twice- ending up in dead ends- before she made it to another access. This one too, was open, and she wondered if someone had been doing the same as her- running from the cops. Climbing, she gritted her teeth. Not your first time girl,and won't be your last. Haul your *** up there and get to old Joe.

Each pull up the ladder rungs felt like hell was burning through her body while she was still alive. Her eyes nearly rolled in the back of her head when she slipped, leaving only her arms to hold her. Screaming, she pulled herself the rest of the way up, and collapsed on the pavement.
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Thirty minutes passed. Isis opened her eyes, hoping she didn't get her just desserts and sent straight to hell. The pavement loomed before her and she rolled over, sitting, then standing up. Looking around her, she recognized the area. Old Joe's squatter spot was nearby. Isis swayed on her feet, but managed to put one foot in front of the other. Each step felt like dragging a weight behind her, but she made it the two blocks to Joe, before she fell down to her knees in front of him.

"C'mon gel, git up!" Joe called out to her, pulling her up from underneath her arms. Isis whimpered, the muscles pulling the wound, causing fresh blood to spill on her shirt. She looked up at the old man tiredly, as he sat her down. The old man looked at her shirt, and shook his head. "Gel, I can't help you this time. You done went and got yourself real messed up. Better get yourself to a hospital." When she shook her head, he tutted and walked away to get her water and the cleanest cloth he could find. Returning, he looked at her again, more sternly this time. "If you aren't gonna git to a hospital, then you better call someone that can help you, gel. Or you're gonna bleed out."

Isis felt woozy from the blood loss, but managed to send out a text to Sawyer, before she passed out again.

Fucked up bad. Coastside. Help?