Vipers seemed to be coming out of the walls. They had guns. They had knives. They had fists. But they never got the chance to use them. The Viking was in full effect.
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Janet heard the commotion upstairs. She forced herself into a state of readiness. Or almost readiness. However ready you could be when someone had slipped you a mickey. She swayed on her haunches, clutching a shoe in each fist. She wasn't going down without a fight. Her eyes closed sleepily and she forced them open again. Footsteps. Heavy, loud. Running down the stairs. Toward her. She lifted her body, ready to spring. The doorknob turned without opening. Someone cursed outside the door. Then it was quiet. "Get back!" Was someone telling her to get back? She almost giggled. That didn't make a lot of sense. BAM BAM BAM The door burst inward with tremendous force, shattering the lock. Splintered wood flew everywhere but Janet didn't notice. She only knew that they'd come for her. It was time. She leapt onto the intruders back and started slamming her heel into his shoulders. Except she couldn't seem to stab him with it. The heels kept sliding off the leather. The leather jacket. The motorcycle jacket. "Jesus woman!" She slid off him onto rubbery legs. The world started spinning as he turned to look at her. "Janet baby? Are you alright?" It was Jack. She wasn't sure if she was dreaming or not but either way she was extremely glad to see him. She smiled at him wobbly as she slid to the floor. "Hi Jack." He cursed and lifted her up. "Are you on something Jan?" "Oh yes. Lots of things. Water." She was babbling as he carried her out of the place. She saw familiar faces in the periphery. There were Spawns everywhere. But none of her attackers. She let her head fall back onto his shoulder. "Did they hurt you?" "No. But if they tried I was going to stab them with my shoe." He glanced down at her, clearly remembering that she'd attacked with the same shoe. "Yeah, I noticed that." She giggled at the disgruntled expression on his face. "I still want to stab them for making me wear this trashy lingerie." She closed her eyes and dozed off. But not before she caught the startled expression on his face as he finally took in what she was wearing.
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Out. They were out. She was okay. Hell, she was better than okay. They must have given her some sort of happy pill. She sure did look glad to see him though. He raised an eyebrow as he stared down at her body in that get up. Trashy maybe. Hot? Definitely. He realized they had an audience and he hastily tried to cover her up with his jacket. He had to put her down to get it off though. So far, she wasn't cooperating with his plan. "Can you stand?" She opened one eye and looked at him. "No." She closed her eye again, snuggling into his chest.