{"id":527,"date":"2009-09-21T12:00:19","date_gmt":"2009-09-21T16:00:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cc.khat.us\/?p=527"},"modified":"2019-12-09T18:39:12","modified_gmt":"2019-12-09T22:39:12","slug":"27-interruption","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cc.khat.us\/?p=527","title":{"rendered":"27 &#8211; Interruption"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><!--more--><br \/>\nIt was late in the afternoon as Q walked down the sidewalk. There were cars coming up and down at a fair pace, but not like the rush hour it would&#8217;ve been back home. Q&#8217;s eyes were squinting in the daylight. They were sensitive to the light. He considered himself nocturnal, and the sunglasses were simply to protect his eyes from anything that wasn&#8217;t the moon.<\/p>\n<p>His hands were in his jean pockets when someone walked by him, coincidentally wearing sunglasses. Q turned and swiftly kicked the back of the person&#8217;s knee, causing the person&#8217;s legs to buckle beneath them. Q swiftly grabbed the sunglasses from the stranger and put them on his own face while walking away as if nothing had happened. The glasses weren&#8217;t his style, but they would do. He was in enough pain as it was. The stranger spoke a few choice words before considering it a lost cause, walking in the opposite direction of Q.<\/p>\n<p>A few minutes later, Q let out a yawn and stopped to take a break on the bench, where he overheard an argument between two men. Q&#8217;s hearing was superb, and he got most of his information by simply laying around and listening to what people around him said.<\/p>\n<p>He couldn&#8217;t see who was talking, nor did he care at the moment. But he knew one of the men&#8217;s names was Sim. It seemed Sim was the younger of the two. Q closed his eyes, spread his arms and legs out over the bench and yawned again, leaning his head back as he listened to the show.<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sim, quit following me!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d The man said.<br \/>\n\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d replied Sim. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You got a new order, right? I want in on it. I want to work with you!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<br \/>\n\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I said no, Sim!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>Sim ran in front of his surrogate father, blocking his path.<br \/>\n\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Why not? What is your obsession with not letting me kill? Everyone does it! <em>You<\/em> do it! Tali&#8217;s been fucking up the town and you won&#8217;t let me do anything&#8211;\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<br \/>\nAmigo interrupted his son. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It&#8217;s too dangerous and I don&#8217;t want you to be a part of it! Don&#8217;t make me hurt you Sim, because I will.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>The eighteen year old stepped back. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153At least tell me who it is,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he said softly, seeming to calm down.<br \/>\n\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You know I can&#8217;t,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Amigo sighed.<br \/>\n\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Is it Tali?!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Sim shouted.<br \/>\n\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sim, you know it&#8217;s classified and&#8211;\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n<p>Q had gotten up by this time and was now staring at Amigo and Sim with his arms crossed over his chest, watching them.<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Who are you?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Amigo interrupted himself, sizing Q up. Q ignored Amigo however, and instead studied Sim. He could tell&#8230;. This boy was The Doppelganger. And Amigo was Atlaos, but not as important. Q could use the Doppelganger.<br \/>\n\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sim, right?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He said.<br \/>\n\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I&#8217;ll help you kill Tali.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>Sim quirked a brow and stepped back, unsure of what to do while his father stepped forward and in between them.<br \/>\n\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Just who do you think you <em>are<\/em>?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d the man growled defensively. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You don&#8217;t talk to my son like that.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>Q gave a heh. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I&#8217;ll talk to him as I please. You&#8217;re not a part of this.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>Amigo narrowed his eyes and took a small step back, his hand gripping for something in his back pocket.<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I wouldn&#8217;t do that if I were you,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Q offered, standing still.<\/p>\n<p>Amigo raised his upper lip in disgust and pulled out a switchblade, flipping it open and going straight for Q&#8217;s heart, where a blood stain from the prior fork incident in the cell with Shoy was.<\/p>\n<p>Q sidestepped into Amigo&#8217;s form, but it wasn&#8217;t quite fast enough as the father ducked and gave a low kick to Q&#8217;s gut, shoving the Talvian back a few steps as he tried to recover. Amigo came back with the switchblade to the back of Q&#8217;s neck. Q, still hunched over, didn&#8217;t even remember seeing the man move.<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Give me one reason why I shouldn&#8217;t kill you right here,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Amigo snarled.<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153This,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d grunted Q as he grabbed Amigo&#8217;s leg, which was to his side.<br \/>\nIt wasn&#8217;t too firm a grip, but the touch was all Q needed to begin draining Amigo. The father became unaware of his surroundings as he was amassed in warmth. His eyes went wide and Q threw his own collar to the ground with a grunt in order to finish the process. Once Amigo&#8217;s lifeless body fell to the ground, Q placed his eyes on Sim, who was making a copy of himself in anger.<br \/>\nGood.<br \/>\nThat&#8217;s just what the Soul Stealer wanted.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[12],"tags":[],"series":[30],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cc.khat.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/527"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cc.khat.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cc.khat.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cc.khat.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cc.khat.us\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=527"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/cc.khat.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/527\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":580,"href":"https:\/\/cc.khat.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/527\/revisions\/580"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cc.khat.us\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=527"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cc.khat.us\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=527"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cc.khat.us\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=527"},{"taxonomy":"series","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cc.khat.us\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fseries&post=527"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}