Raven and Lark

Leave a comment

Bison hoped the police would get there soon, which wasn’t something he usually hoped. As a criminal, it was generally in his best interests for the police to take as long as possible.

He was a simple man, though, so the irony passed by him unnoticed. He was more concerned with how cold the night was, the uncomfortable sensation of blood pounding in his ears, and the tingling in his feet.

A young woman appeared in front of him. There were several things remarkable about this, but they all really boiled down to the fact that Bison was dangling upside-down from a gargoyle thirty stories up. The only thing in front of him should have been the building across the street.

But this girl sat in the air, perfectly still, as if she were sitting on a chair that was both several hundred feet off the ground, and upside-down. She was dressed in form-fitting white spandex that covered every inch of her scrawny form, including her face. As far as Bison was concerned, this explained everything.

“Hi,” she said, casually. “How ya doing?”

Bison really couldn’t see any benefit in not being polite. “I’ve honestly been better.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to help?”

Bison’s partner, Jimmy, who was hanging one gargoyle over, answered. “Yeah, you could let us down!” There might have been a chance the strange girl would have listened, if Jimmy hadn’t immediately followed it with an ethnic slur. The old-fashioned sensibilities Bison’s mother had instilled in him paused just long enough for him to note that there was no particular way of knowing what race the levitating girl was. Jimmy had never been one to let facts get in the way of his prejudices, however.

The girl flipped right-side up and hovered over towards Jimmy. She ran one hand along the rope he hung from.

“I could do that,” she said with a cruel, mischievous giggle. Her hand shifted into a bestial claw.

“Wait, wait!” Jimmy said. “I didn’t mean it! Bison, tell her I didn’t mean it!”

She looked at Bison. Her expression was impossible to read behind her mask, but her body language made it clear she was waiting for Bison to answer.

“He’s an idiot,” Bison told her. “He probably doesn’t even know what the word means.”

She let out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine.” Lowering until they were face to face, she tapped Jimmy on the nose with her clawed hand. “But you be more polite, okay?”

A scrabbling sound announced the arrival of a fourth person on the skyline. Looking down, Bison could see a man climbing up the side of the building as if it were a ladder.

“Lark,” he chastised, when he reached their level. “Don’t go running off like that.” He wore body armor over his black tights.

She bowed her head. “Sorry, John.”

“Raven,” he corrected her automatically, before turning to Bison. “So, it looks like Vengeance caught up to you.” Raven studied him for a moment. “You don’t look too hurt. He must be in a good mood tonight.”

“Small blessings,” Bison said dryly. “I don’t suppose you could let us down? I won’t run away or nothing. Or at least tell someone we’re up here? I just don’t wanna be stuck up here until some bloke comes in to work tomorrow.” He blanched as a thought occurred to him. “It’s Friday, isn’t it?”

Raven glanced at a complicated looking device on his arm. “Technically it’s Saturday now, but I get your point. Lark?” he said. The girl looked up from her reflection in the window. “Would you mind carrying these men down?”

“I’ll carry him,” she said, pointing at Bison. “The rude one can stay up here all week.”

“Lark,” he said in an I’m-warning-you tone.

“No. He was mean, and I don’t wanna touch him.”

“Like I’d want you to,” Jimmy snapped. “Ain’t superchicks supposed to have big tits?”

“I’d like to point out the boss assigned him to me,” Bison put in quickly. “I’m not with him by choice.”

Lark was reaching out for Jimmy’s rope again.

“Lark,” Raven said. “What are you doing?”

“I’m not gonna kill him for being rude,” she said, her voice exasperated. “I just wanted to make him squirm. Still… he should learn to be nicer, especially when he’s asking for help.” She shoved him. Not hard, but enough to send him swaying and spinning.

“I feel sorry for anyone walking down below,” Bison said, as his partner’s face started to turn green.

Raven sighed. “We can tell the police he’s up here when we drop you off. I don’t think some poor janitor needs this guy ruining his day.”


Prompt: Hanging Out

Leave a comment

This week’s prompt is hanging out upside down. Brought to you by my godson, who loves being flipped.

Good luck and good writing!