Random_fic prompt: Fight, or flight?

[call_me_snake]

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.


Crossposted to random_fic
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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[xena-warrior.livejournal.com]

Though Snake was absent at night frequently, Xena badly slept at this night, therefore she jumped from bed at once as heard his motorcycle. She understood, that he needs to feel all this risk and adrenaline, she was such herself, but nevertheless, Xena thought of serious conversation on this theme.
She waited, when Snake will enter her room, but some time passed and Snake did not appear.
Concerned, Xena directed to a door, only to collide the son which run in the bedroom, having been out of breath.
Mom... Snake... There... on a threshold... I cannot move him...
She run downstairs, feeling, that her heart is ready to jump out of a breast. But her son was here, and Xena should behave easy to not frighten him more.
Therefore she remained quiet and cool, having seen the husband on a porch in a pool of blood.
Solan, dear, bring the first-aid set, you know, where it lays, yes?
She has told, having bent to Snake.
Oh my... common, Snake...do you hear me?
He has lost a lot of blood, it disturbed her most of all. Xena cautiously touched his shoulder, then pressed some spots to stop a bleeding. Her fingers were instantly smeared in blood...

[http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/]

Snake was still disoriented but the agony from Xena pressing on his shoulder brought a quiet cry of pain. Snake's eye was open and he was looking around but his gaze was unfocused. Snake was trying to wake up, trying to remember where he was and how he got there.

[xena-warrior.livejournal.com]

Xena heard his cry and kissed Snake on a forehead, calming him down.
Easy, Snake, - she whispered, - you knew, that you did, and you know the price. I should bring you in the house. I know it hurt. Easy...
Xena taken a knife which always was at her belt and cut clothes around of a wound to examine it in more detail and frowned. She saw only one aperture from a bullet on one side of shoulder so it was obvious, the bullet remained in his body.
Xena sighed and started to drag him inside cautiously.
Solan come running with the first-aid kit in hands, looking on Snake in anxiety
Take dogs away, please.
she ordered to him
How is he? - the boy asked, holding puppies for collars.
She kept silent, being focused on that it is necessary to do now.
Boil water, please.
Xena put Snake on a carpet, having started to remove the shirt from from his shoulder cautiously.
Solan locked dogs outside and looked at mother.
We should take a bullet out from his shoulder.
Xena told, not distracting from work.
I'll need your help, son.
Solan nodded
Okey...mom... I'll be here! I don't afraid... I think...
Xena smiled weakly.
Good boy.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/]

By the time Xena started dragging him Snake was trying to help her. He still didn't feel most of the pain and started to talk very quietly.

The..it's...against.. my ...the bone. Snake got frustrated instantly when he couldn't communicate. Snake wanted to get up but he was too weak. Things were coming back slowly but his mind wasn't comprehending how bad things were. He could feel something hot on his thigh, pain or blood he couldn't tell.

[xena-warrior.livejournal.com]

Solan run on kitchen to boil water while Xena has taken shirt off from him, continuing to examine the wound. The bleeding began less plentiful, but the wound disturbed her all the same.
Shh, easy, Snake! - she told, having pressed the hand to his breast when he tried to get up.
Xena started to clear a wound of blood, then opened the first-aid kit and began to touch tools and the medicines laying there, choosing these ones what looked the most suitable for a situation.
Having found out antiseptics, she splashed it on a wound, having murmured
It will be hurt, but I know, you will bear it.
Xena looked at syringes with anesthetizing and frowned again. She never did injections herself, and now reflected, what will be better for him, an injection or her old good pinch?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/]

The leg. Snake didn't want to lay still. Snake turned to look at her. Things were starting to clear. Snake's good hand came up trying to feel the wound on his shoulder. He hadn't seen the needles yet and that was a good thing for Xena at the moment since he was still not thinking clearly.

[xena-warrior.livejournal.com]

Don't touch it!
She caught his hand on halfway to a shoulder and squeezed it slightly, looking in his eyes. Having heard his words, Xena looked at his leg, having seen, that the bloody pool was formed on a carpet.
She put a tampon in his palm and pressed his hand to the wound on a shoulder to appease a bleeding, then bend above his leg, cutting trousers around second wound.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/]

Snake pressed the bandage to his shoulder with his right hand.

How..how bad is it? Snake could feel the pain but he still couldn't see either of the wounds.

[xena-warrior.livejournal.com]

I saw the worse wounds before
Xena whispered with weak smile, continuing to process a wound on a leg.
The wound on your thigh is a scratch, I'll put some sutures there. But your shoulder...
She hesitated for one instant, then continued to speak
Apparently, the bullet has got stuck inside, and I want to hope, the bone is not broken. I should take a bullet out, Snake. I did it earlier, though with arrows mostly.

Solan brought a kettle with hot water.
What must I do further?
though he asked easy, Xena saw, boy was pale as a sheet

[http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/]

Snake nodded and looked up at Solan.

Bourbon and ... get.. there's forceps in the bathroom drawer. Snake took a deep breath and realized Solan might not know what they are.

Long like scissors.

[xena-warrior.livejournal.com]

I need a lamp also, - Xena told, having stopped to process a wound on a leg.
She looked back on the son having noticed, that Solan is puzzled slightly with Snake's request. She moved fingers on a hand, representing as the forceps looks.
Solan nodded and dashed away again.
Xena looked at Snake having sighed.
So...what happened this time, hmm?
She noticed, that the bandage in his hand has got wet from blood and replaced it with clean one.
I thought... I hoped, you have stopped to make it.
She grabbed a syringe again, continuing to observe of Snake and his reaction.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/]

Snake groaned from the pain.

Not a fucking thing. Snake was almost fully awake.

I was just... Snake caught sight of the needle in Xena's hand and fell silent. He was instantly moving away from her as quickly as he could. He was obviously panicked. Get that fucking thing away from me.

His words were choked by pain but the determination was there.

[xena-warrior.livejournal.com]

Xena noticed his expression and lowered a hand with a syringe.
It would reduce a pain.
But he looked ready to resist up to last breath, therefore she sighed and put a syringe back in the first-aid kit.
All right, I can make it in another way. Do not move.
She cautiously touched his shoulder, finding necessary pressure points.
Making it, Xena continued to speak.Her voice was flat, but became strict gradually.
It were the cops, yes? You have run into troubles again. Yes, I know, you cannot live without it. But here is that I going to tell to you, hero, you worry about safety of your family, and it is good, but you can thrust your dreams of children in your ass while you continue to adhere to such shit like this.
With these words she pressed points, knowing, that its better to make it imperceptibly because it was hurt

[http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/]

Snake held still for her visibly relaxing after the needle was away.

Yeah the cops. Snake listened to her and turned to look right at her. I wasn't doing a damned thing. Hershe and I were having a drink with a friend and the bastards just came and shot at us.

Snake was serious and a lot clear with the pain subsiding some. I haven't been doing shit of late.

[xena-warrior.livejournal.com]

Xena pretended, that examines bandage on his shoulder very closely, checking, whether is a bleeding there, then stopped and, having sighed, pressed a hand to the forehead.
I believe you. But it is a nasty situation all the same. Could they track you down?
She looked at a door, listening to sounds outside. Puppies scratched a door and yelped, but it was a one only sound, fortunately.
As I spoke earlier, this place is unsafe.
She touched his shoulder again
Do you feel something now?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/]

No. Snake shook his head. They'd be here by now.

Snake leaned against Xena. It feels better.

[xena-warrior.livejournal.com]

That's good.
Xena behaved easy, but now it became visible, as far as she was tense before.
I have removed a pain, but not completely. You should reach a sofa now, only be cautious the bleeding did not begin again.
She offered the shoulder that Snake could lean about it, intending to drag him on a sofa.
Let's hope, that the bone is not shattered. Then your wound will recover without complications.

Solan come running, holding a lamp and a bottle of bourbon in one hand, and forceps in another.
Got it! What else, hmm?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/]

Snake pulled himself to his feet without help and out of sheer stubbornness started for the couch.

It's not shattered. I had to steer the damned bike here.