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riverviewlogs2018-06-08 07:06 pm
franciscoramon) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-06-08 07:06 pm
[semi-open] it was so quiet
who: established cr (anybody who has interacted with cisco before)
what: cisco kills someone in self-defense, is a m e s s
when: june 8
where: various
warnings: death, guilt, will add as needed
Cisco doesn't have very many people he considers enemies, and almost none of them are in the Quarantine. But there is one. One motherfucker on his radar: the guy who stole schematics from him and Tony Stark and tried to sell the stuff (through a third party, of course, because the coward didn't want to show his face) at the tech expo back in March. Cisco doesn't know the guy's name, or where he works, or what world he came from, or anything about him. Well, anything except two things. Cisco knows what he looks like, and he knows the guy can turn invisible. That was how he'd stolen the designs. Cisco wouldn't have ever solved it, probably, if it hadn't been for his powers - and even that was mostly just luck.
He and Tony had tried to set up a sting operation, catch the guy in the act the next time he snuck into either of their workshops. But he must have had allies, because their trap was never sprung: he never came back, and so Cisco moved on. It was always there in the back of his mind, though. Unfinished business. A loose thread.
So when Cisco is out walking through the city one day and sees the guy, just wandering through the club exhibition like he's thinking about taking up badminton maybe, Cisco almost doesn't believe his eyes. He rubs them, looks again... and he isn't sure. Not one hundred percent. So he walks over, with purpose, a frown just beginning to form between his brows.
"Hey..."
And then he gets the confirmation he needs. Because the second the guy looks up and sees Cisco striding towards him, he clearly recognizes Cisco. Cisco's heart is racing, and he's expecting confrontation, sure. But he's definitely not expecting the guy to whip a laser gun out of a shoulder holster and just open fire in the middle of a crowded club faire. Cisco reacts on instinct, diving out of the way, though he feels a stinging heat against his cheek. He raises his fingers to it and they come away bloody.
No time to think about that, though, because everything bursts into chaos - everyone at the booths around them runs away - panic, commotion, gawking, and the guy still coming towards him. Cisco rolls back onto his feet, pushing his hair out of his face and holding up both hands, placating.
"Whoa! Whoa whoa, come on, man, there's no need to get all shoot-y here-"
Evidently, knowing Cisco is unarmed and trying to negotiate is only encouragement; the guy fires again, and as Cisco dodges, he loses sight of him. Which, of course, is when the guy goes invisible. Cisco yells at all the people nearby, telling them to get out of there. He can't see where the guy is, but the laser gun makes a sound when it fires, just far enough in advance of when the beam of light arrives that Cisco can get out of the way - for the most part. His shoulder gets hit, which is when he starts firing back.
The fight is short but ugly, and at every moment Cisco is convinced he's going to get shot and die and it's going to be so pointless, or some bystander is going to get in the way and they're going to get hurt. It feels like it lasts forever, but it's probably only about three minutes until he gets lucky, and one his vibe blast makes contact. He knows, because the guy goes visible again as he's flying through the air. Cisco isn't sure, later, if it was the blast that killed him, or the way he hit the back of his head against the corner of that table on the way down. Either way, the guy dropped, like a sack of potatoes, and didn't move. At all.
The next few minutes were even more of a blur than the fight itself. Running over. Trying to get the guy to respond. Realizing he wasn't breathing, that there was blood all over. Calling out for help. Standing back, shaking all over, as medics showed up - too fast, someone in the crowd had probably called them. There were police, too. They all know Cisco, of course; he makes some of the tech they use, and recognizing the face of the officer who walks up to him is just another level of surreality. Cisco explains, in stuttered and broken words, what had happened. He sees other cops talking to the people in the crowd - apparently plenty of them had stayed close enough to see what happened, are giving their account.
He keeps asking the woman interviewing him if there's any news from the hospital, did the ambulance get there, did they resuscitate him, bring him back? There is all kinds of fancy tech, all manner of magic. The guy was just unconscious, anyway. Just passed. Nothing really serious.
The officer seems to realize, belatedly, that not all the blood on Cisco is someone else's, and that his shoulder is injured. She insists on shepherding him into her car, then, to take him to the hospital to get checked up. On the way there, she gets a call, and Cisco listens to her monosyllabic answers like he's trying to crack a code.
She tells him that the person who attacked him came from a species that were immune to the effects of magic, that the people at the hospital had done everything they could, but they hadn't been able to save him. Then, her stoic professionalism cracking a little, she tells him that everyone knows it wasn't his fault, that about two dozen people saw him just come at Cisco out of nowhere. She says there isn't even going to be that much paperwork, and Cisco feels like he's going to be sick. He doesn't even know the guy's name, and how does he even start to ask that, when apparently, he'd killed him?
what: cisco kills someone in self-defense, is a m e s s
when: june 8
where: various
warnings: death, guilt, will add as needed
Cisco doesn't have very many people he considers enemies, and almost none of them are in the Quarantine. But there is one. One motherfucker on his radar: the guy who stole schematics from him and Tony Stark and tried to sell the stuff (through a third party, of course, because the coward didn't want to show his face) at the tech expo back in March. Cisco doesn't know the guy's name, or where he works, or what world he came from, or anything about him. Well, anything except two things. Cisco knows what he looks like, and he knows the guy can turn invisible. That was how he'd stolen the designs. Cisco wouldn't have ever solved it, probably, if it hadn't been for his powers - and even that was mostly just luck.
He and Tony had tried to set up a sting operation, catch the guy in the act the next time he snuck into either of their workshops. But he must have had allies, because their trap was never sprung: he never came back, and so Cisco moved on. It was always there in the back of his mind, though. Unfinished business. A loose thread.
So when Cisco is out walking through the city one day and sees the guy, just wandering through the club exhibition like he's thinking about taking up badminton maybe, Cisco almost doesn't believe his eyes. He rubs them, looks again... and he isn't sure. Not one hundred percent. So he walks over, with purpose, a frown just beginning to form between his brows.
"Hey..."
And then he gets the confirmation he needs. Because the second the guy looks up and sees Cisco striding towards him, he clearly recognizes Cisco. Cisco's heart is racing, and he's expecting confrontation, sure. But he's definitely not expecting the guy to whip a laser gun out of a shoulder holster and just open fire in the middle of a crowded club faire. Cisco reacts on instinct, diving out of the way, though he feels a stinging heat against his cheek. He raises his fingers to it and they come away bloody.
No time to think about that, though, because everything bursts into chaos - everyone at the booths around them runs away - panic, commotion, gawking, and the guy still coming towards him. Cisco rolls back onto his feet, pushing his hair out of his face and holding up both hands, placating.
"Whoa! Whoa whoa, come on, man, there's no need to get all shoot-y here-"
Evidently, knowing Cisco is unarmed and trying to negotiate is only encouragement; the guy fires again, and as Cisco dodges, he loses sight of him. Which, of course, is when the guy goes invisible. Cisco yells at all the people nearby, telling them to get out of there. He can't see where the guy is, but the laser gun makes a sound when it fires, just far enough in advance of when the beam of light arrives that Cisco can get out of the way - for the most part. His shoulder gets hit, which is when he starts firing back.
The fight is short but ugly, and at every moment Cisco is convinced he's going to get shot and die and it's going to be so pointless, or some bystander is going to get in the way and they're going to get hurt. It feels like it lasts forever, but it's probably only about three minutes until he gets lucky, and one his vibe blast makes contact. He knows, because the guy goes visible again as he's flying through the air. Cisco isn't sure, later, if it was the blast that killed him, or the way he hit the back of his head against the corner of that table on the way down. Either way, the guy dropped, like a sack of potatoes, and didn't move. At all.
The next few minutes were even more of a blur than the fight itself. Running over. Trying to get the guy to respond. Realizing he wasn't breathing, that there was blood all over. Calling out for help. Standing back, shaking all over, as medics showed up - too fast, someone in the crowd had probably called them. There were police, too. They all know Cisco, of course; he makes some of the tech they use, and recognizing the face of the officer who walks up to him is just another level of surreality. Cisco explains, in stuttered and broken words, what had happened. He sees other cops talking to the people in the crowd - apparently plenty of them had stayed close enough to see what happened, are giving their account.
He keeps asking the woman interviewing him if there's any news from the hospital, did the ambulance get there, did they resuscitate him, bring him back? There is all kinds of fancy tech, all manner of magic. The guy was just unconscious, anyway. Just passed. Nothing really serious.
The officer seems to realize, belatedly, that not all the blood on Cisco is someone else's, and that his shoulder is injured. She insists on shepherding him into her car, then, to take him to the hospital to get checked up. On the way there, she gets a call, and Cisco listens to her monosyllabic answers like he's trying to crack a code.
She tells him that the person who attacked him came from a species that were immune to the effects of magic, that the people at the hospital had done everything they could, but they hadn't been able to save him. Then, her stoic professionalism cracking a little, she tells him that everyone knows it wasn't his fault, that about two dozen people saw him just come at Cisco out of nowhere. She says there isn't even going to be that much paperwork, and Cisco feels like he's going to be sick. He doesn't even know the guy's name, and how does he even start to ask that, when apparently, he'd killed him?