[Ah damn, you just had to go and ask that question, didn't you. M downs the rest of the shots on the table, staring off at the corner of the bar before answering.]
Just before I got here, I was hunting someone that stole something valuable to someone important to me. I'd been on the trail for months, followed it halfway around the globe. Still, after everything I'd done to track them down--and trust me, it was a lot--I was still just playing defensive.
Then my boyfriend got a call that someone went after his father.
I make no effort to hide who I was, and Matt knew that going in. Hell, we met when I saved him from wannabe terrorists, doing my Midnighter thing. [He grimaces at that, wishing there was more alcohol to drink.] We figured whoever was after me saw him with me and went after his dad to mess with me.
We went to this sleepy town his father lived so I could get to the bottom of who the hell was stupid enough to go after Matt's father, and the minute I got there, something was off. Everything felt... clean. And I'm not talking tidy clean, I'm talking CSI crime-scene clean. Screwed the fight computer royally, but I'm not one to give up. After a violent chat with the neighborhood's... rougher element, I finally got my answer.
No one in the town was a real person.
They were created with one of the things that'd been stolen, one of the things I'd been trying to track down. I went back to Matt's house, took out the thing that was pretending to be his dad. Given the circumstances, he was suitably freaked. I took him in my arms and apologized for not seeing it sooner, told him that things would end painfully for whoever the hell was messing with me and dragging him into it.
That was about the time he chose to slide the kitchen knife in his hand through my stomach.
[The bartender swings by mercifully with more shots at that moment, M pausing long enough to take all of them in quick succession.]
Right after that was when I learned he was the one I was chasing all along. Months and I had no fucking clue.
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[Ah damn, you just had to go and ask that question, didn't you. M downs the rest of the shots on the table, staring off at the corner of the bar before answering.]
Just before I got here, I was hunting someone that stole something valuable to someone important to me. I'd been on the trail for months, followed it halfway around the globe. Still, after everything I'd done to track them down--and trust me, it was a lot--I was still just playing defensive.
Then my boyfriend got a call that someone went after his father.
I make no effort to hide who I was, and Matt knew that going in. Hell, we met when I saved him from wannabe terrorists, doing my Midnighter thing. [He grimaces at that, wishing there was more alcohol to drink.] We figured whoever was after me saw him with me and went after his dad to mess with me.
We went to this sleepy town his father lived so I could get to the bottom of who the hell was stupid enough to go after Matt's father, and the minute I got there, something was off. Everything felt... clean. And I'm not talking tidy clean, I'm talking CSI crime-scene clean. Screwed the fight computer royally, but I'm not one to give up. After a violent chat with the neighborhood's... rougher element, I finally got my answer.
No one in the town was a real person.
They were created with one of the things that'd been stolen, one of the things I'd been trying to track down. I went back to Matt's house, took out the thing that was pretending to be his dad. Given the circumstances, he was suitably freaked. I took him in my arms and apologized for not seeing it sooner, told him that things would end painfully for whoever the hell was messing with me and dragging him into it.
That was about the time he chose to slide the kitchen knife in his hand through my stomach.
[The bartender swings by mercifully with more shots at that moment, M pausing long enough to take all of them in quick succession.]
Right after that was when I learned he was the one I was chasing all along. Months and I had no fucking clue.