call_me_snake | Random_fic prompt: Fight, or flight?

Clipped from the New York Sun

Three officers dead and fourteen others wounded after an anonymous tip had police on the trail of notorious criminal Snake Plissken.

By Margret Allson

Earlier today police received a tip that Snake Plissken, wanted for more than 300 federal offenses, was seen in a downtown New York bar. Arriving to investigate police chief Malloy found Plissken with two individuals. One has been identified as Hershe Las Palmas, leader of a local gang calling themselves the Saigon Shadows. The other individual, a Caucasian male described as being in his mid thirties, still remains unknown.

Upon attempt of arrest by local officials a shootout started between police and bar patrons. It is uncertain who fired the first shot but police suggest that it was one of Plissken’s rivals present at the establishment. Las Palmas and the unidentified male fled during the shootout that left three officers dead, six officers injured and eight bar patrons wounded.

Plissken was shot twice during the encounter before fleeing on foot. Malloy asks that hospital personnel be vigilant and report anyone matching Plissken’s description to the police force immediately. He is listed as armed and extremely dangerous.

Plissken at arrival to New York Maximum Security Penitentiary early last year.

After his rescue of President Harker and subsequent pardon several years ago Plissken had remained quiet and eluded police detection. Malloy informed us that his activity is once more escalating. The Police Chief cited an attack on an Atlanta Disease Control Facility earlier this year as well as several other high priority crimes that are linked to Plissken.

The search is still underway on Manhattan Island for information leading to his capture. Plissken currently has a six million dollar bounty for information leading to his successful capture and imprisonment. Anyone with information on his whereabouts is urged to contact their local United States Police Force Office.

Hershe Las Palmas, ring leader of the Saigon Shadows and suspected to be in league with Plissken.

What Happened to Plissken
Snake sat heavily in the doorway gasping for breath as he looked down both ends of the alley. He was safe for the moment and took a second to assess his wounds. One of the bullets was probably a stray that nicked the outside of this left thigh. The other though had been meant to kill. The bullet had buried deep into shoulder. His left arm was throbbing incessantly but the blood streaming down his hand was the worry. Plissken pulled off his belt cursing at the injured leg for not working properly.

Snake wrapped the shoulder in this belt using his teeth and free hand. He yanked it tight clenching his teeth to ward off the cry of pain. Snake leaned his head back relaxing for a moment. He needed to get out of Manhattan and then work on getting home.

Plissken pushed himself to his feet limping at first but he soon forced himself to a normal stride. He really couldn’t show weakness now or it might mean getting jumped. He sighed not sure what to do. The busy streets and all the blood on his left side wasn’t much of an option. He had two choices wait until nightfall or try and find a ride.

Sirens echoed down the street causing Snake to back up against the wall. He was blocks away from his shop and the bar was probably crawling with police. Snake wracked his mind for an answer but it was clouding. There was no more time. Cold winter rain started to pelt Snake as he stood in the alley. It instantly chilled his exhausted body to the bone. Plissken looked across the street at the subway station and made a run for it. Three stops to his shop and once he was on his bike home wouldn’t be too far. Here was hoping he could evade the cops and not pass out from blood loss.

The ride home was a blur in the frozen rain. Haze kept taking over leaving Snake sure that there were moments that he had blacked out. Between the lost moments and wavering conscious Snake felt as though he was driving drunk on one of those nights that you knew coming morning you wouldn't remember how you got back. Snake pulled into the driveway and rode toward the house. The slow bike on the wet gravel slid and fell to the ground a few feet from the garage. Plissken tried to right it but he didn't have the strength. He was so cold. Struggling Snake stood and took a step toward the porch. His injured leg gave out bringing more blood from his wounded shoulder as he was forced to use it to break his fall. Snake didn't try to walk but managed to crawl to the porch. He was too exhausted to get inside but at least now he was out of the rain.

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This piece takes place in Snake's current roleplay timeline, being March 7th, 2007. This is one of many newspaper articles I plan on writing. Muns can assume muses have access to this article either by newspaper, TV or net sources should your muse choose to read it. Though what happens to Plissken after the crime is restricted to those who might see him.

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Snake was laying still and smirked.

Thought you liked to be bit?

He chuckled feeling a little whoosy and silly from the pain.

Try wrapping the ends in tape. Helps the grip sometimes.

Cease to giggle, your body shivers because of it and I cannot find a bullet!
She grumbled, having put forceps in a wound again.
Shut up and take pleasure. Someone spoke me, that he is huge fan of a pain. So enjoy yourself!
She groped a bullet and put forceps around of it again, not stopping to talk
Go here, my dear.
Solan turned pale even more, having heard a gnash of metal moving along a bone.
Xena tried to make it quickly, knowing, that the pain is intolerable now.
Almost done, dear...
The forceps became slippery because of blood, and Xena desperately tried to not lose it.
You can cry, if you want, Snake. We shall understand you.Yeah, Solan? Do not hesitate. Solan can wipe your nose with a handkerchief if you need it...
She bantered at him, biting lips. The bullet moved very slowly, having got stuck deeply inside.

Snake tried to hold still.

Do I look like I'm crying? Snake scowled waiting as patiently as possible.

Alas, no, you don't.
She murmured, feeling as sweat flows on her forehead
You should be glad, that the bullet has got in your shoulder, instead of your ass...
She straightened, holding a forceps with a slice of lead in it
Gotcha!
Xena tossed it aside and bent to his shoulder again to disinfect a wound and to check up are there any splinters or not.
I should remove the block soon if you do not want that your hand has grown dumb. The bleeding can renew. Solan, prepare for bandage... just in case. Solan? Are you alright?
Boy nodded silently, gulping

Snake held his breath. Let's just get this over with.

I try to do it right now.
She replied removing the block. Xena knew, Snake can feel a shock from a pain which now has not been muffled, but it was inevitable.
She extended a hand, expecting when Solan will be put clean bandage there , but the boy hesitated for some reason.
As Xena expected, the bleeding has amplified, so she pressed bandage to the wound, stopping blood.
Solan, give me new bandage, please.
But the boy did not answer. She hardly had time to cover Snake with her body, having felt as something heavy pulled hard on her back.
Solan, boy!
She turned back, trying to support the son who fainted and slipped on a floor, having dropped a lamp. Xena sighed and put a bandage in Snake's good hand, having pressed his palm to a wound firmly and then turned to the son.
Hey, Solan, wake up.
She clapped boy on cheeks then murmured having looked back on Snake
Perhaps, we should not make poor child to look at all this crap...Solan? Boy? C'mon!

Snake sighed. He spoke quietly, calmly and with a measure of reassurance. Xena, let him be. We can take care of this. Go lay him over on the chair and we'll finish up.

Xena nodded and put the boy in an chair, having returned to Snake. She bent over his wound again, having convinced, that the bleeding has stopped.
Xena began to bandage his shoulder.
I have made everything, that could with this wound. We shall hope, serious complications will not be there.
Xena sighed, starting to work over his second wound.
While she prepared a thread and a needle, the boy was moved in an armchair.
I forget all time, that Solan still is the child even if he asserts the opposite.
she murmured with sigh

Snake laughed. Boys are like that.

SNake slid up so he could hold the lamp for her to sew up his leg.

She began to sew, then, having hesitated for a time a little, has told quietly
The bullet has touched a bone, Snake. It can delay healing.

I know. Snake sighed looking at anything but her stitching. Means I'll be in a sling for 'while too.

Xena cut off a thread and looked at him with a grin
I think, it will give to you more heroic attitude. At least, in my son's eyes.
She looked back on Solan again, having noticed, that the boy starts to come to the senses.

Snake smiled. I don't think I needed to get shot for that.

Snake sat up slowly looking over at Solan before kissing Xena's cheek. I love you baby.

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