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Kwik Stop, Wednesday Morning

Contrary to what was often the case, Alec was not oblivious to the recent weirdness that had been affecting the island. There were inept mundanes carrying guns. You'd better believe he was paying attention.

In response, he'd been carrying his bow strapped to his back lately and making sure to have a seraph blade or two on him at all times, something he'd gotten out of the habit of since moving here. It wasn't that he was worried about the mundies with guns -- hardly -- but people starting to arm themselves usually coincided with other problems, and Alec didn't want to be caught off-guard, not even when he was just out buying a bottle of water.

It went without saying that he was probably going to be, one way or another.

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Okay, so Sparkle had a plan of attack, here. He was going to make his way to the Kwik Stop for provisions, as quickly as possible, so that he could hole himself up in his room. On the way back to the dorms, he'd duck by the junkyard and give them the stupid-assed gun that he didn't even want, let it be their problem, and hop into the sporting goods store to pick up a nice, sturdy baseball bat or hockey stick or something. He was way more comfortable with something like that in hand, after all.

And he would've managed it, too, if not for...

"Alec."

There were some faces he'd hoped to be able to avoid while making this trek, yes. Here was face number one.

Ask anyone from Idris and they'd tell you: Shadowhunters didn't really do deer-in-the-headlights looks.

Except that on this one remarkable occasion, Alec did. Shut up about it.

"Sparkle." He froze for a second, then caught himself and straightened his posture. With his back straight and the bow strap across his shoulder, he almost looked like someone who'd been coping well with their breakup. "Hello."

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Yeah, Alec. Nice cover-up. Sparkle almost didn't notice it. Except for how he had been staring straight at you, and all.

"Decide to top up on Doritos today?"

The end of the world was always a good time for Doritos, shut up.

Alec hardly thought there was any sign that the world was ending. It was just a bunch of mundanes getting spooked by change, and that happened all the time. Things might get nasty (in fact, he was sure of it) but not apocalyptic.

Alec licked his lips -- his mouth was kind of dry. "Water, actually." He held up a bottle of water as proof. "Uh. What about you?"

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"Totally Doritos," Sparkle replied with a shrug. "So long as the taps in the dorms are running clean, I'm not going to waste money like that."

Okay, no, he was just being contrary, now. He was probably going to get water, too.

"Right." Alec was missing the contrariness entirely, probably surprising no one. He was completely sure that Sparkle was serious, and was starting to feel self-conscious: his gaze was abruptly and sharply redirected toward his own feet. So early in the conversation, even. "I... um. How've you been?"

Oh, Alec. Sparkle sighed, giving a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. See how casual he was? Totally fine. Completely. Yep.

"I've been gettin' by. Working, doing TA stuff. Being, like, a functional member of society, which is kinda weird."

But nice. Weird, but nice.

"I've been pretty okay. You?"

Alec gave a nod that went on maybe a few moments longer than your average nod was really supposed to. "Working," he said. "Um, training. Going to class. The usual."

Nothing of consequence, really. Except the training. Alec totally believed that training was something of consequence.

"Uh, we actually had an assignment in one of my classes that made me think of--"

Sparkle? Kitty cats? Cheese? Too bad Alec was about to be interrupted, so the world would never know.

The bad thing about chatting at a Kwik Stop when there were psychos in the back room? The psychos weren't going to stay in the back room. And this was why there was a psycho – complete with mask and rusty blade – suddenly charging out from said back room.

Funny how that worked.

"I'm gonna make hammocks from your eyelids!"

There you had it.

"Um!"

Yes, Sparkle's wit flew out the window, right there. Something about being yelled at by a crazy guy wearing tires had a funny way of doing that.

Also, that knife.

"That wouldn't be comfortable at all!"

This, of course, was said as Sparkle scrambled backwards, because what the fuck.

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Alec moved in a flash. He darted in front of Sparkle on instinct, whipping out a seraph blade from behind his back and bringing it to life with a gasped out, "Harahel." The dagger immediately began to glow and expand ~~but not at all in a dirty way~~, and Alec strode quickly forward, aiming a broad slash at the psycho's midsection while trying to block Sparkle as much as possible.

The bad thing – okay, one of several very bad things about the psychos was that they just did not care about getting hurt.

"ENDOOORPHINS!" the psycho screamed as it staggered to the side with the blow. Oh, the cut hurt, but that just seemed to make it worse. The psycho slashed at Alec with his own blade. "Get ready for bad touch!"

"No bad touch! No bad touch!"

Thank you for that commentary, Sparks.

Of course, by this point, he was backed against the far wall, holding his backpack in front of himself. Nope. He couldn't possibly Nope his way out of this situation fast enough. Unfortunately, wall. Which kept things from coming up behind him, but wasn't so great for that 'hasty retreat' plan he had been trying to hatch, there.

Alec shot a quick glance over his shoulder to check Sparkle's position, making sure to angle his body so that Sparkle was still as blocked from view as possible. "Sparkle!" he called, startling himself with how authoritative and Jace-like he suddenly sounded. "Grab things to throw! Don't panic."

They were in a convenience store. Alec wasn't opposed to wrecking the shelving display if that was what was necessary.

In the meantime, he blocked the psycho's slash with his blade, then aimed another quick cut at its shoulder between two tires.

And that was all well and good, but what if there were two psychos. What if..

Oh, lose the 'if', because there came the other one, charging at them from the back room as well. "The sweet songs of sausage stumps will fill my days!" was its war cry as it joined the first one in trying to stab Alec. Yeah, the first one had screamed at having its flesh cut, but that hadn't really stopped it.

Stopping was not really something psychos did before they were dead. Not when there was prey around.

"Can we please not talk about sausage stumps, now?" Sparkle was not enjoying this, go figure. He cast one hand around blindly for something to throw - a can of beans? That would do - while still clinging to his backpack with the other.

Let at least this much be said for Sparkle: He had a pretty decent throwing arm when there were crazies with knives trying to kill them. He chucked that can of beans straight for the injured psycho's head.

"Good aim!"

Alec, shut up and do your job.

...He quickly took the narrative's advice and aimed another slash at the second psycho's legs, but he was getting overwhelmed and refused to open up the fight for Sparkle to get swarmed. That was not happening in a million years, thanks.

The problem was that his determination to stay in the same spot made it awfully hard to duck or dodge...

You know what that made pretty easy, though?

The psychos going stabbity in the general direction of his neck. Disoriented though they may have been from the can-throwing and theleg-slashing.

Well, they hadn't been so 'oriented' in the first place.

"Alec!"

Have you ever had one of those moments where everything seems to kind of move in slow motion? Sparkle had been through a few of them. There had been that one time in the dungeon, when the vampire had ripped his throat out. It had followed him around since, creeping into his nightmares now and again.

Now, watching the gout of red from Alec's throat, Sparkle had another one that he wasn't going to ever be able to let go of. But if there was any one upside to the world moving in slow motion, the rhythm of his heart pounding in his ears was nothing compared to how quickly he remembered the revolver in his bag. The one that he'd been intending to get rid of as soon as possible.

Well, it was in his hand, now, and he was firing off shots at the one nearest to Alec, repeating the things Atton had taught him about shooting, back when there had been sharks falling from the sky.

... He wasn't expecting the fire when the first bullet hit. The fire was certainly new.

Well. That stab wound was going to stick.

Alec crumpled quickly -- no slow-motion for him, unfortunately. As strong and capable as he'd been feeling just a few moments ago, he suddenly felt just as weak and ineffective, which was probably the blood loss and the fact that Sparkle was going to be stuck holding his own against a couple of demon things... and it was really loud all of a sudden, which was confusing, because the psychos weren't screeching words right now, but Alec didn't quite have the energy to contort himself and look up once he was face-down on the floor...

Where he remained for a minute. Not moving at all.

A few minutes after that, his body started slowly disintegrating into pixels. But someone could be forgiven for not noticing that, given the chaos.

The psychos certainly noticed!

Well, one of them did. The other wailed "The worst!" as it staggered backwards a step at being hit with a bullet from close range. And also, it caught on fire. Not that it seemed to mind that.

Also, with Alec's body disintegrating and no longer protecting Sparkle? Yeah, the psycho that wasn't on fire was charging at Sparkle now, with absolutely zero sel-preservational instinct displayed.

Sparkle, on the other hand, had plenty of self-preservation instinct, winging his backpack at the charging psycho as he scrambled out of his way, tripping to the side while firing more shots. At this point, he didn't particularly care about aim. If any of those bullets hit, that was going to be good enough for Sparks.

"Fuckers! Motherfuckers! Just fuck off already!"

Yeah. Yeah, sure, they'd totally listen to that.

Sparkle would notice the fact that Alec was completely gone in a minute. You know. Once these guys either took off, or were dead. He wasn't betting on the first one so much, at this point. And he'd realize he had started aiming for the second... later.

They weren't going to listen, and they weren't going to take off, either.

"Pluto's not a planet!"

"Gimme my hit points back!"

But, with every bullet that hit, they were more and more on fire, and while they didn't look like they care about that much, it did slow them down (and shortened their health bars, but you couldn't see that in this universe). They were still trying to come at him, though, wielding their nasty knives at him.

"Eyes like grapes. Delicious!"

"Not delicious, assholes! Not delicious!"

Sparkle was going to lead them on a bit of a chase around the Kwik Stop, at this rate, tripping over and around displays, alternating between chucking things at their heads and shooting at them whenever they got too close.

And really, for the record, pretty much any sort of 'close' was 'too close,' at this point. He wasn't going to let them get anywhere near him with those blades of theirs. Not so long as he had that gun that he hated so damn much and a steady supply of heavy canned goods.

Well, they were going to follow him, round and round. But, at least one of them was starting to look like it was about to crumple down.

"Oh, sweet Marcus!"

That was the beauty of the elemental weapons: their effects stuck around for a while. But the other was still coming for Sparkle.

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