stuff us in boxes that's where you want us

cardboard is boring, we brought our matches - look how it burns

There was simply too much to decompress in that very moment that the inebriated Harley was practically suffocated from that damn tension that flooded the room currently. Everything that once had appeared solid, etched so deeply within her psyche that even the sands of time could not change had been uprooted and obliterated right within the span of a few moments. Obliterated sounds dramatic, but that is what it felt like to Harley in this very poignant moment when the realization of the closest person, perhaps the one who knew her better than anyone had withhold one pretty colossal truth from her. How many chances Isolt had to come clean? To explain what had happened to her? Harley had been back in the city for some time now, so much had happened she had no choice but to throw herself within the hurricane winds of her life and hope she didn't get destroyed along with the mayhem that was left behind. The truth that Isolt had died, truly died and became the very thing that killed her parents was unsettling to the very core of her being. Beyond that, it was knowing Isolt felt like she couldn't trust opening that huge detail out.

Harley had missed every last warning flag, blissfully bypassing the glaring truths that stared her straight in the face. It all but punched her in the nose but maybe it was her own mind that didn't want to see, truly see. Didn't want to accept the glaring facts. She had so many unanswered questions, so many conflicting emotions coursing through her. Anger, confusion, sadness pelting her very core. Perhaps it was the later of emotions that overshadowed everything. Harley could do nothing with sadness, absolutely shit all. No. she was much stronger when she was pissed off and kicking in heads. She was much stronger when she threw up those steel enforced walls around any sense of vulnerability that was left within the spitfire.

At that moment she couldn't afford to be sad, she had to get mad. Not that it was all that hard to do. Especially when she could be pissed, pissed off for Ace, pissed off that Ryker was one of the biggest slabs of scum she had ever know, and Isolt was dead but not. Well fuck. That was a hell of a lot to be blazing pissed off at, if there were any reasons, these seemed like fairly decent sized ones. Like enormous 1500-pound imposing gorillas in the room type of colossal. In the state of the shambles of her small room, there was hardly room to breathe but she stole it anyways.

There is a tsunami of thoughts washing over the dark-haired spitfire while she watches her best friend move with that superhuman strength, pinning Ryker to the shattered wall like he was hopelessly pinned there. Harley took this opportunity to throw that hefty metal statue towards Ryker's head if she missed the wall was already doomed already. Inebriated Harleys apparently cannot throw, as it fell with a pitiful thud against the wall and the weakly to the floor. But she wasn't just going to stand there staring like she was watching a horror movie unfold right before her very eyes. But she also hadn't anticipated the distraction that terrible throw had caused. "Uh, shit." She uttered under her breath before Ryker decided it be the immaculate opportunity to use that distraction to his advantage. Harley had no chance but to watch in complete dismay as Ryker smacked her friend so hard across the face she could see the blood spraying. "NO!" Harley exclaimed, the sound ripping out of her like an explosion in her chest. Isolt fell to the ground in what seemed like slow motion, or maybe Harley was just dizzy as fuck. Regardless of how she felt, Harley took no time to react, well maybe some time, because she was not as quick to seize the moment as she would normally be. She grabbed her fallen lamp that was already yanked out of the wall and laying there rather sadly. With every fiber in her being, she hoped it was strong enough to do a little damage to a vampire. "Izzy, say the word.." That totally random word they told each other when they wanted to check in with one another. With Isolt on the ground, hardly looking alive she wasn't sure if she was alright. She wondered if she remembered, but hearing that word also served to make her feel slightly better knowing that being a vampire hadn't changed her in some terrible imperative way that could not be undone.

Then she lunged straight for battle, hardly graceful as her legs hardly wanted to cooperate. She would have dragged each leg to cross that distance if she had to. Harley declared to herself that she was never drinking again, or perhaps it was out loud she hardly knew. It was a lie all the same, but that determination was exactly what she needed for the woman to become that ruthless, rabid human that could upturn the world. Ryker entirely ignored Harley's presence as he hovered over her fallen friend. FASTER legs, faster. The room wasn't even that big, why was it taking so god damn long just to cross it??

His goading only fueled that utter defiance that threatened to spill from Harley. How dare he toy with her like he had fucked with her so many countless times it could have made her sick to her stomach.

What she hadn't expected which made her pause her very lame approach was when Isolt spat that blood into his face. That range was impressive, how Harley could hardly help that huge prideful grin. "Nice!" But what was even sweeter, oh so much sweeter, was when Isolt kicked him right where the sun didn't shine. Harley busted out laughing when Ryker backed right up like he might have toppled over. "I'd say that's keeping your eye on the prize, leech." She said within gasps of air of that jovial laugh, even despite that roar that nearly made her apartment shake with a vengeance. She saw Ryker wiping at his face, this was her time to strike. How oblivious she was to know that vampire insults were probably not the best right now. Everything was still too fresh.

She moved as fast as she could, swinging the lamp battering up with Ryker's head as the ball. The cheap lamp broke in half, sadly, but what was one more broken thing in this trash heap, might as well make it a certifiable free for all. "Lightsss out, ssssucka." She slurred but the words were not any less smug. She almost felt embarrassed for herself as a pitiful girly giggle escaped her. "You know what I'm kind of sick of all the assholery going around these days." She still held her broken lamp in her hand, only held together by that stubborn electrical wire.

Nunchucks, anyone? Before she went ham on his ass, she let her eyes take a look at Ace who was already recovering, relief flooded her. But that very moment was a mistake when Ryker had moved with that inhuman speed to ensnare the only human in the room.

"One move and I rip her pretty little throat out." Ryker snarled with venomous intent.

"Don't you get sick of sounding so cliche?" Harley grumbled clinging on to her makeshift nunchucks like it was going to save her now.

Harley Westward