Danger in the Streets - Ohne Worte - Fürs Team

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Titel: Danger in the Streets

Team: Mond

Challenge: Ohne Worte - Musik: FesliyanStudios: Destructor
Genre: Angst

Fandom: Julian Lynes and Ned Mathey

Zusammenfassung: Julian gerät in Schwierigkeiten
Warnungen: Gewalt

Wörter: ~700

Rating: PG 12

Charaktere: Ned Mathey, Julian Lynes, Inspector Hatton

Anmerkungen: in Gewisser Weise eine Fortzetzung zu dem. Wobei dazwischen noch 3-5 Teile fehlen

One didn’t survive in Julian’s job as long as he had without developing certain talents. Like noticing that one was being followed. It wasn’t the first time that this has happened to him but it was the first time that he feared he was in serious trouble because of it. His task had taken him into the less populated suburbs and now it was evening and the fog was getting thicker. He just about saw enough to know where he was going. And he knew that the omnibus station and his hope of safety was still far away. Too far to run. (Ned might have been able to run the distance). And while he wasn't a useless fighter, street-thugs usually made sure that they had an advantage in some way.

Keep calm Lynes he told himself. He forced himself not to speed up even a bit, forced himself to give absolutely no indication that he had heard the steps behind him. Think! Who could that be? He was only working on the case for the yard right now. So had they gotten too close to the solution? It didn’t seem as if they had found out anything worthwhile so far. His trip down here had been as fruitless as Ned’s day in the library.

He noticed that he was walking faster again. The realisation made him stop dead, which was followed immediately by the realisation that this would also attract attention. He started walking again and hoped that the interlude had been too short for his follower to notice. Could he shake him off? No. He didn’t know this part of London well enough. He just knew the direct way to the bus stop. Trying a different way was more likely to land him in an even more deserted area with no idea how to get away again.

Why hadn’t he attacked, yet? The streets were empty already. What was he waiting for? Could Julian make it if he started running now? He might.

If there was an omnibus at the stop. Or at least enough people to stop his follower from attacking. Which was unlikely at this time of day in this weather. And in this area, it was just as likely that even if there was somebody waiting he wouldn’t consider it his business if somebody else got dragged away screaming.

But perhaps this had nothing to do with the murder. Perhaps he was just after Julian’s money. He hadn’t dressed in his best clothes but he probably looked suitably out of place here to give the impression that this would be worth it. If Julian ran now he might just consider him too much effort.

He’d just made up his mind to try his luck when somebody stepped out of the shadows. Julian froze. Behind him the steps came closer, stopping right behind him.

That’s why he’d been waiting. Two against one was a much better bet.

The brute behind him grabbed his arms and held them tight. Julian kicked his leg and the brute winced but didn’t loosen his grip.

“We just have a little message for you,” the second brute grinned.

“You could have written a letter. Provided you can write.” Ned had frequently pointed out Julian’s complete lack of self-preservation. He just couldn’t help it. The fist hit him in his stomach and he screamed.

“Leave the Hyde case alone.”

“Well since you’re asking so nice…”, the second blow hit him before he could finish the sentence and tears started welling up in his eyes.

“It will be very unhealthy if you or your friend keep sticking your noses into places they don’t belong. Even unhealthier than this.” Another blow. Now Julian tasted blood and the tears made it hard to see.

“Understood?” the brute’s face hovered right in front of Julian. He was in too much pain to answer and he doubted an answer was expected anyway.

“If you keep doing this we won’t be as restrained the next time.”

The face disappeared out of Julian’s now limited field of vision. A moment later he was slammed against the wall.

“And you wouldn’t want to get hurt. You or your friend from the yard.”

He could hear them moving away from him, while he slid down at the wall because his legs couldn’t carry him anymore.

Comments

[der_jemand]

AAAAAAAH. Mehr? Bitte? (Ich muss wissen, wie das mit dem Raum funktioniert hat, und was dazwischen passiert ist und überhaupt. Bitte.)

Anyway, dieses atemlose hin und hergespringe von Panik funktioniert wirklich gut. :)

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Danke <3 ich tue mir noch etwas schwer mit Szenen bei denen die Charaktere was anderes tun als Reden und sich anstarren, da freut es mich, dass es gut angekommen ist