Right Here, Right Now (eli)

[Delilah Hawthorne]

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[Eliot Whitacre (Vex)]

Ahhhhhhhhhhh, ice cream.

He was out of the house. Which, really, was a good thing. In any case he was at least doing something important with his time; information gathering. Dude at an info kiosk in the mall was like a listening post, great to have sitting around in a public spot.

"Any info, Herb?" Eli asked.

"Not a bit," the old, large black man responded. Herbert Brown. Nice old guy, sharper than a knife.

So, out of luck, he went to get some ice cream. He wanted to take his mind off the whole superhero business, try to think of his own life for once. So he got lemon. On his way there, he got a text.

Hey! Anyone free to go to mall? I’m feeling kinda bored =/

From who? Oh, none other than his long-time friend, Delilah.

Hawthorne. Weird family. Benjamin. Real serious guy. Delilah... she was awesome. Really nice, open personality. She looked at you with those eyes like she knew you. And okay, she was attractive. But he liked her totally just as a friend, she was fun to have around was all, anyway.

He texted her back. Not immediately; after he got his ice cream. Then he texted back:

I'm already there! Food court.

He probably should've bought something already. Maybe they were just gonna window shop today. Who knew. He liked being around her, anyway.

Also he liked lemon ice cream.

[Delilah Hawthorne]

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[Eliot Whitacre (Vex)]

"Of course."

She knew his favorite flavor was lemon. Well duh. Maybe he'd never told her in person but surely she'd picked it up somewhere along the line. They'd been friends, it seemed, since they were little kids.

And she seemed to get better looking every year. She was filling out. So he was in this weird sort of state; someone he'd known for a long time as a friend, he was starting to see as... more. They already hung out often. But she'd never really been what he'd call "attractive" until recently. She always looked so much like a kid. In fact, sometimes he called her "kid." But he'd stopped recently. Maybe she'd noticed? Maybe he should start calling her that again? Maybe he was overthinking this?

...anyway. Walking around the mall was always fun. Sometimes there were other cute girls there, and they made eye contact with him and smiled and he felt good about himself. Which he needed; even though he put himself through rigorous physical training, he sometimes had low confidence. It was weird... like he always needed more, always needed to be better.

Right, walking. He had a tendency to overthink things. "Yeah, let's go!" He got up out of his seat and started walking, going past her with a smile. He let the back of his hand brush up against the side of her pants at the hip, a subtle, seemingly accidental brush.

(Oh what are ya wearing? Denim shorts since it's summer? o.O)

He was wearing some white and blue plaid shorts that went to his knee, and some comfortable brown American Eagle flip flops. A plain blue v-neck was on his torso, and thus was completed his simple outfit. It was nice to wear in the summer, and looked dang good. He liked the color blue, anyway.

Maybe he didn't need to attract those girls... after all, he always had plenty of fun with Delilah, even if she wasn't his girlfriend or anything more than just a buddy. So! Mall time! Woohoo!

[Delilah Hawthorne]

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[Eliot Whitacre (Vex)]

Well he WAS single as a matter of fact. And he didn't really have much luck with girls. Bah.

Oh that one was cute. Some girl walked bye and made him turn his head. She had long blonde hair that went halfway down her back, a perfectly round butt, tan skin, maybe not big boobs but oh well, and a face that probably looked better without so much makeup caked on. The thought ran through his head that she was probably a bitch anyway... He realized his head turn was noticeable and corrected it, looking back around to face forward.

Awkwaaaaaard.

Hey, he was a guy, he had to look at attractive things walking by like--Ooh brunette, those shorts were impossibly short, should someone really show off that much of their belly in the middle of the mall OKAY he should really focus on Delilah.

He walked closer to her, so their arms brushed more often when they were moving. Come on, she had to get it right? He felt like he couldn't say anything. And what if he did let her in? I mean when he flirted with other girls it was under the assumption that they'd make out sometimes or, maybe even be friends with benefits... Ugh and he was a virgin which was frustrating but---anyway---If he was with Delilah, it wouldn't be something so short-lasting. He'd have to let her in, and then she'd find out that he didn't really have parents, and she'd find out about his dual life, and she'd run.

He didn't want to lose her.

...Well damn that suddenly got complicated, a new complication he hadn't thought about before.

"I... no, I don't need to buy anything. Maybe we can just walk around? Maybe, uh... that place where they have massage chairs? What's it called again...."

He was rambling. He did it, she was used to it.

"I just want to walk with you. Doesn't matter where."

He turned to her and smiled, then grabbed her hand as they kept walking.

B'aawww.

.....

But as they walked, they walked past the info kiosk. Eli looked over casually, and Herb looked at Eli with a face like a stony grave, eyes forward, jaw tensed. It seemed like some sort of warning.

...he... he was probably just lost in thought.

[Delilah Hawthorne]

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[Eliot Whitacre (Vex)]

Oh, fun things were about to happen.

"Yeah, that, uh, Brooks store."

He'd forgotten why he grabbed her hand. The energy of the moment propelled him, he guessed. But it wasn't like they were holding hands like boyfriend and girlfriend or anything, they were totally just friends and it didn't mean anything. Nope, nothing at all.

They walked towards the store with all the crazy gizmos, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being followed. He briefly looked around. Didn't look like anyone suspicious was behind him. Okay well, one... some guy in a black jacket. Black goatee, shaved head, really dark eyebrows. And he looked like the angry type. Well.. two, actually. Next to him was a guy with slicked-back black hair. They looked like mob hitmen. Wore the same jackets, even.

Well, that was just dandy. That was probably what Herb was warning about.

They walked quickly to the store, and got in it. It seemed Delilah was just enjoying herself, even in what seemed like comfortable silence. Short, though, since the shop was nearby.

He got in and pretended to look around, separating from Delilah. "We don't want to look like the massage chairs are the only reason we're here, right?" he said with a laugh.

Once he was looking over in some other section, at some funny holographic clock, the bearded man came up to him. Eli hadn't even realized he was in the shop. The blood flushed out of his face when the man spoke into his ear, in an ugly, gravelly tone.

"We know who you are. If you don't come with us now, willingly... in five minutes we're robbing this place and taking everyone here hostage. And your little girlfriend's gonna be the first victim."

We-he-hell, fuck.

Eli needed to think. He didn't have his stuff with him right now. Herb had an extra set in the back of the kiosk. Could he make it to the kiosk and back in time? He'd need to time it juuuust right, too...

...Or should he go with them, and probably die in the parking lot?

It was his definite death versus a small chance of Delilah's. If it were a normal situation, he would've chosen whatever path let everyone else live... but these guys were probably going to kill again, after they offed him. Finishing them now would save so many more lives than his own.

"See you in five minutes," he said, staring the imposing man down.

He walked over to Delilah. He trembled, but it was unnoticeable. He hoped this wasn't the last time they saw each other, because what he said would be DAMN embarrassing for last words.

"I... had a lot of Mexican food. I'll be right back. Just, uh... relax." He smiled.

There wasn't a bathroom inside the store; he'd supposedly have to go to the food court. He went to Herb, got into the booth, and started changing. Well, looks like this'd be Vex's first public appearance.

Note: If you want, the mob people can start taking over the store in your post. I like making things stressful!

[Delilah Hawthorne]

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[Eliot Whitacre (Vex)]

Well, he'd gotten his suit on and strapped on the weapons when he heard a sudden hush in the foodcourt. Well, that must've meant it was time. He sneaked out of the kiosk and over to Brooks.

He was wearing, of course, body armor. He didn't know what they had, but they had enough to feel comfortable robbing a department store in a mall. What the hell were they planning? Or had they thought he'd just go with them and be a silent hero, dying alone and in a gutter?

..Yeah, that was probably it.

He hid behind a plastic plant to see that the slick-haired man had grabbed Delilah.

His grimy hands... damn, the bald guy was the boss but this guy was going to need to go down first. Both of 'em had semiautomatic rifles. That could do a lot of damage in a tiny amount of time. This had to be timed just right...

He could hear the guy yelling inside the store. The mall cops seemed to be nowhere around, and he soon found out why; there was a fire in JC Penny's. Probably a distraction, and a good one at that. Anyway, the yelling; the bald guy did all the talking. Things like, take out your wallets and throw them in a pile, open up the cash registers and the safe... stuff like that. The shop was expensive; come to think of it, it was probably one of the most profitable places to rob, next to maybe Coach or a jewelry shop.

So he waited, his sniper rifle drawn and aimed. Ready. The slick-haired man grabbed Delilah tighter. He waited.

It was when he threw her on the floor, forcing her to her knees, that he couldn't wait for timing anymore. He let out a bullet that pierced the air, singing through it. Its path crossed through the door, past the bald man, and slid into Slick's head. The lead bounced around in his skull, turning his brain into mashed potatoes, before he fell to the ground without a sound. The people in the store screamed, and the bald man looked around, confused and... perhaps more importantly, afraid. He pointed the rifle out.

Vex strapped the sniper around his back and got out his trusty Glock 17.

And started running.

BANGBANGBANG. BANGBANGBANG. BANGBANGBANGBANG.

Automatic rifles like Baldy's released their rounds in bursts of three.

The first three had missed. In the second round, one hit Eli in the chest, colliding with his Kevlar armor and bouncing off uselessly. And then he took his shot.

Pow, Baldy was shot in the chest with force enough to stop him in his tracks, but he held the trigger long enough for the spray to keep going. One bullet hit Eli in the abdomen, and one in the chest. It was too much impact, even though the bullets were stopped by the Kevlar. He fell over, writhing in pain. He slid as he fell, and a few drops of blood hit the tile.

He wouldn't die, but DAMN it hurt.

And Baldy wasn't dead yet--but he was in a worse situation. The bullet had gone through his cheap leather jacket and lodged itself in his lung. He, too, was writhing on the floor, though quite a bit more blood was leaking out.

[Delilah Hawthorne]

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[Eliot Whitacre (Vex)]

He crawled to his knees. Delilah had grabbed a gun. What the fuck did she think she was doing? She didn't have any experience with firearms, did she? Did she even have trigger discipline? Oh god, she might drop it and let it go off and shoot someone and then SHE'D be in trouble. Did she realize what she was doing? Even touching the gun was bad; she could smear up baldy's fingerprints and get herself involved in the investigation that'd no doubt be opened up into this case. Dammit.

He heard her, though.

Why did she want the guy to die? Most people would want to see him be taken to a rehab hospital or a jail, where he could be locked up or something. Not dead. If he died in front of all these people it'd just scar them more.

He gathered his bearings and ran forward, over a bench, and then into the shop. He slid onto his knees (like a rock star) next to Baldy, grabbed his shoulder with his left hand, and punched his face into the ground with his other one. Not dead, not knocked out, but stunned.

"Who're you working for?" Vex demanded.

"...the Boss," was all he said, before he seemed to suffocate on his own bleeding lung.

Well that wasn't helpful at all.

Vex stood up and sized up the crowd. "You can all retrieve your things. I'm Vex, and... I'm just trying to save Endonia from itself. I hope you never have to see me again." He glanced at Delilah. I'm so glad she's alright... I hope she doesn't recognize my voice.

With that, he sprinted off, running back to Herb and his kiosk. People in the food court were still looking at American Eagle, which was still on fire. He sneaked in the booth and started changing.

Surely the Mexican food would explain a 12-minute absence... He must've been, uh, playing... Sudoku on his phone, or something, to pass the time, and got involved with a game... yeah... sure.

[Delilah Hawthorne]

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[Eliot Whitacre (Vex)]

Ah, finally. Now to act.

He rushed up to the store, playing a game on his phone. Sudoku. He'd mastered it a while ago. And he almost walked into a cop. Oh, hey! The AE fire must've been put out. Good thing, too, 'cause he liked AE. Maybe they'd sell some of the clothes the smoke had effected in odd but aesthetic ways. Hmmm, he'd have to check that out.

Anyway. The store. People were being consoled and escorted out. Delilah just kind of was in the middle of it all, sort of peaceful, and looking at him strangely. Hell, her behavior during the robbery was strange. Did she have a death wish? The hell... but somehow it made her...

...sexy.

That she'd stood up to those guys and grabbed his gun away?

Oh god, it made him see her in a completely different way, fully transitioning her in his mind from a childhood friend to... a babe.

He'd never noticed before now how nice her legs were, not too mention her butt, and the slight hourglass shape her body made on its way up to her boobs, which... come to think of it, really had gotten bigger in the last couple of years. A lot bigger. And her face, well... it was her best feature. her she was cute. Really cute. Her eyes just hinted at holding so much compassion. And they seemed to change in depth, yearning, grasping for him with their inner darkness and soft, warm glow that made him feel like he was basking in sunlight, when really, he was blushing.

Oh gosh, he needed to play that off some other way.

Getting out of tunnel vision, he looked around. "Oh my god, what happened here?" he asked. He immediately went over to Delilah, though his body seemed to do something he didn't expect. He held her hand in his for comfort and then, out of nowhere, held her close to him. His hand went from hers to something more comfortable, gripping around her waist, looking into her eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked, shocked at himself. Was he really advancing this fast?

What was he thinking?!

[Delilah Hawthorne]

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