elysium

Letting out a sigh, Fox laid back on the bed in his cell, placing his hands under his head as he stared at the ceiling. He got caught up in a fight that ended up with him and another guy getting thrown in jail for the night. Now, he was waiting for Andi to show up and bail him out. Fox felt bad about calling her, but he didn’t want to call Bo, partly because it was late, and partly because he didn’t want to deal with her reaction to getting arrested. So, now he had nothing to do but wait. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to wait long. 

Andi had awoken to her phone light burning through her closed lids. Volume was typically off due to the high volume of messages she received on her blog, but fortunately she fell asleep with her face practically glued to the device. An unfamiliar number flashed on the screen, and for a brief moment she hesitated on answering it, wondering if some asshole had obtained her number and was out to destroy her sleep schedule (not that she really had one). 

But to her dismay, she quickly learned it was Fox, and he was calling for some assistance down at the goddamn jail. She had ridden her bike all the way downtown to get there, still in sweat pants and a tank top seeing as how she hurried out of her home as fast as she could. 

Fox looked at the man who had the gun, his grip on his blade only tightening. He was starting to get impatient now; he just wanted to get Andi out of there, and fast. He was just about to say something when he saw the man press his knife against Andi’s throat, hard enough to draw blood. “You motherfucker.” 

For Fox, that was the last straw.

Without hesitation, he lunged at the guy with the gun, stabbing him hard in the chest before wrestling the firearm out of his hands, only narrowly avoiding getting shot in the foot when the gun went off during the struggle. When he successfully got hold of the weapon, Fox stepped away from the bleeding man and pointed the gun at the guy holding Andi, making sure not to let the third man out of his sight. “You really wanna try me now, you son of a bitch?” He snapped, quickly looking at the other two men. “I’ll let you live, and I’ll still get you your fucking money, if you let her go and walk away right now.” He took a step towards the man who had Andi, pointing the gun at his head. “Talk one more time, and I’ll blow your brains out,” Fox whispered, mimicking what he had said just moments before. 

Andi jerked when the gun went off, the sound making her go deaf for a brief moment. She watched in horror as the events quickly unfolded, worried for Fox more than herself. As the man he’d stabbed fell to the ground, a queasiness came about her. She was obsessed with the dead, with murder, gore, all the mysteries ---- but she’d never seen someone die before firsthand. Blood pooled on the concrete below, and she’d completely forgotten about her own pain.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Fox reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his blade, gripping the handle tightly. “I’ll get you whatever the fuck you want, but if you do anything to her, I swear to god I’ll put this knife right through your chest.” For Andi’s sake, he really didn’t want it to come down to that, but if he had to, he wouldn’t hesitate, in order to protect her. “Tell me what you want. If you want money, I’ll get you money. If you want drugs, I’ll get you some fucking drugs.” As he spoke, he glanced at Andi, trying hard not to show how upset seeing her in this situation really made him. “She has nothing to do with this, so just let her go.”

When Fox pulled out a knife, one of the two other thugs that were standing by casually made it clear that he was packing heat, the dark metal of the firearm catching Andi’s eye the instant he flashed it. She looked defeated and frightened all at once, eyes now glued to Fox as she began putting together the situation. With the knife still pressed up against her cheek, the man behind her got just a little closer, his lips practically pressed against her ear. “Looks like you’re about to realize you fucked with the wrong guys, Foxy.” He smirked, playing with the both of them.

Fox took a couple steps forward as the man jabbed Andi with the knife, debating on whether or not to pull out his own blade. He eventually decided against it, knowing that it could turn the situation violent if he did. The last thing he wanted to do was get Andi hurt, so he had to play this thing smart if he wanted to get her out of there unharmed. “If you want your money, I’ll get you your damn money. I’ll get you whatever the fuck you want, but first, you gotta let her go,” he snapped, pointing to Andi.

As per usual, when Fox wasn’t out making a deal, he was at home, doing pretty much nothing. So, needless to say, he was pretty pumped when he saw his phone light up with a text from Andi. However, his mood quickly changed when he saw the contents of the message. “Oh shit,” he muttered, jumping up from the couch and wasting no time in grabbing his things and making his way to his car. It was one thing for people to make threats at Fox, but he would be damned if anyone hurt her because of him.

In almost no time flat, Fox arrived at the convenience store she had told him they were at, shouting out her name as he got out of the car, slamming the door behind him. “I swear to god, if you hurt her…!” He shouted as he rounded the corner to the alley behind the store. When he spotted her, Fox stopped dead in his tracks, not wanting to get too close, just in case. “I don’t know what the fuck you want with me, but you leave her out of this, okay?!” He pointed to Andi, his eyes scanning her to make sure she was alright. 

A few scattered laughs from the thugs around them and Andi found herself tensing up over the fact that Fox was actually there now. She didn’t know what kind of trouble she’d gotten him into, or both of them rather. She didn’t know if he owed them money, or if they’d broken into the wrong place together, or if they were just a couple of off their rocks followers to her blog and personal life. “I’m----” she began, but before she could get out another word the man behind her jabbed her just a tad harder with the knife, which made her shut her eyes tight for a moment. Bracing herself for the worst.

Andi could feel the eyes of the man behind her staring down at her phone as she texted Fox, and as soon as she hit send he nearly ripped it from her hands and tossed it behind him. She could hear it smack against the brick wall and thud to the ground, which normally would have made her cringe if she didn’t have a knife to her back. Instead she remained still and quiet, eyes threatening to glisten out of the pure shock of what was going on.

@ ;; SCARED text.

✆ ;; MORNING text.

Seeing the reply back from Andi, Fox quickly shut off his car and got out of it. He made his way to the door and opened it up, shouting a quick ‘hey’ before closing the door behind him. “It’s cool that I’m here, right?” He asked, moving into the living room and taking a seat on the couch while he waited for her.

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Fox was home alone, and bored out of his mind. He had the day off from work, and so far, none of his clients had contacted him. He needed to get out of the house before he went crazy. After a short while of thinking about what he could do, Fox grabbed his phone and quickly sent Andi a text message, telling her that he was going to pick her up. More often than not, some sort of adventure awaited him when he was with her, so he figured she was a safe bet to cure his boredom. 

It didn’t take long for Fox to get out of his apartment, into his car, and to Andi’s place. He honked his horn a couple of times before sending her another text to tell her that we was outside, waiting.