Rynk arrived in what she would most likely consider her home. It was basically just a specific spot next to an abandoned dumpster, that she put a false-bottom on years ago. Whenever she got a trinket, she’d hide it in there, and use it up later. She slept there on occasion as well, but was more-so on the move.
She never used a tent or anything to sleep in if she was tired. She thought this would be rather stupid seeing how she had not possessions, and would most-likely get her “house” destroyed or attacked, whether it be from the weather, or some hobo.
Most of her “homes” were basically anything but foster-care. She had been in homeless-shelters, hospitals, hotels, motels, apartments, and even in some gang’s hideout as a captive, or minion.
A fair amount of people knew about her, which made it rather easy for the police to find her, which was another place she would stay in from time to time; prison. She sometimes would lie about her age, and say that she was 20 and go to prison, or not lie and go to juvie, but she always got out quite easily.
She had gotten the reputation of being called the “Anti-Druggy”. It was based on the fact that she would quite often end up in some drug-situation, but take care of all the gangsters before the cops arrived. She hated this name, and liked her own made-up one, but how could she make someone remember when she’s killing them?
She didn’t consider this alley her home, but it was her most-visited spot, and it wasn’t usually within the eyes-notice. It was fairly clean thanks to her, and the surrounding-buildings were empty. She never slept in those; thinking that it would be infested with something, but they were very good hiding places when being hunted.
She was trembling quite a bit due to her injuries. Not only did she get shot, and electrocuted, but she could not take care of her wounds until she was completely hidden, in fear of yelling out of the pain and attracting attention.
Rynk’s hands shook as she slowly took the bullet out. The hand that removed it became too weak that she could not even move it anymore. She tried to open the dumpster that she would hide the serum, or as she called it “chaos-goop”, but her leg was too weak to brace her, and she could not lift it while sitting.
The injured lynx took off her bandana from her ankle, that she usually would use to wipe away wounds, and laid it on her leg before passing out.
When she awoke she was still lying there, and she had lost quite a bit of blood. She heard footsteps. She was hoping with all her might that it was not hostile, and called out weakly “help…”.
Her head collapsed on the hard-concrete floor as she waiting for a response. She looked down at her injured leg, and noticed that the briefcase that had the information she stole laying right next to her. She could not let anyone find it. She’d be sent to some special-ops asylum, or hyper-prison.
She weakly kicked the briefcase under a pile of trash that she had yet to clean up, then passed out once again.
The second time that she awoke she was inside a hospital. Her leg was in a cast, and she was hooked up to one of those machines with the water-bag, that she called a “water-pumper”.
Her eyes slowly glanced in front of her and saw what she thought was the face of an enemy. Rynk’s reflexes sprang to life. She ripped her arm off the bed and landing a straight fist right into the man’s face. It was only then that she realized that it was not who she thought. But that didn’t matter now that they were restraining her, and sedating her.
Rynk hated sleep. When she was asleep her dreams were weird; mainly about the strange black tower, and she’d usually be in strange locations when she’d sleep. Hospitals were the worst. You wake up, don’t know what’s going on, you’re tied up, you’ve got things stuck through you, and when you freak out a bit, they try to knock you out before you can explain.
She had been sedated so many times, whether by Doctors, or when by drugs that someone tried to get her addicted to. It always made her furious, but she eventually developed a slight immunity to it, so it didn’t last very long.
She made herself wake up again, but her vision was very blurry. She could however make out a figure with a reddish-face, holding something white. She assumed that this was the doctor she punched; trying to mend his wounds.
“Sorry… about that.” She apologized with a weak-sounding voice.
“It’s… a- ah-… a- alrig- FTTTT!!!!” The man sneezed as he shoved the tissue practically up his nose to stop the implosion of blood and snot. He was around thirty, wearing a lab coat, and had grey hair, though he didn’t look aged.
A female mobian doctor, a skunk Rynk thought with her vision still blurry, with black hair and a lab-coat as well came up to her and went through the normal process. Checking your eyes, your ears, your mouth, and so on.
“hmm… What do you remember?” The doctor asked as she finished the “probing”.
“I uh…” Rynk couldn’t tell them what really happened. They’d go to the police for sure, or worse, the navy, then bye-bye everything she spent the last week trying to figure out.
“I was… sh-shot by a man in the alley… he was trying to… attack me.” She lied, though that situation had happened before.
“Do you remember anything else happening?” The doctor seemed to be a bit curious, but Rynk didn’t notice.
“Uh… n- no… w-when can I leave?” Rynk was very anxious. She didn’t dislike hospitals in general, but she did hate the questions that would always follow.
“Not until your wound heals enough.” The doctor answered as she began to go through a list of who-knows-what.
Rynk sighed then looked down and saw that she wasn’t wearing her normal clothes, but hospital clothes. “Great… I’m wearing something some random dude did, and I’ve got nothing to cover my backside… where are my clothes?”
“Clothes? I don’t remember you coming in with anything but what you’re wearing now.”
“Oh yeah,” The male doctor interrupted as he let out another large sneeze away from their direction. “They’ve got your clothing in the wash, but it’s pretty torn up. Some business-man came by and brought a pair of the same type for you.”
Rynk thought “Torn!? Oh man. That’s gonna take forever to fix.” Then finally she asked again in her monotone voice that was full of more dread, “what?... What did he look like?”
“Uh… he was tall? He had grey hair? He had a purple-flower on his suit. He said his name was… something with an M. Doctor Johnson has the records.”
“W-was he a mobian?” Rynk questioned.
“Uh… no. Overlander.”
“How is that possible?” Rynk thought to herself. M could only stand for one name, but how could he change from Mobian to Overlander?
“Uh… th-thanks…” Rynk tried to sound calm but was much too nervous. Did he buy the clothes that he sent her or something? She wasn’t about to wear them that’s for sure.
“Uh Larry, the clothes we sent in weren’t fixable.” A passing doctor informed to the injured one.
“Okay.” Larry replied.
“… Flag…” Rynk thought to herself.
It was at least a day before she was let out, and even then she would not touch the clothing until she had gotten the doctors to run every type of test imaginable. The only thing that they found was a note saying “Can’t have my favorite product get destroyed, now can I?”
Thankfully they didn’t take her earrings or the implanted-gems over her eyes. They did take the gold-band she had around the top of her arm though, which ticked her off quite a bit. She was planning to use this as a last resort if she ever needed money. Oh well.
Rynk would have ran out of the hospital, but her crutches deemed otherwise. It took her almost her entire day to get to the alley she had been to so many times, and she was very tired by the time she got there.
First order of business, the briefcase with the info, she thought. Rynk slowly bent down and looked through the trash. The briefcase was there. She opened it and the content was there as well.
Rynk then walked up to the dumpster and slowly lifted it open; still straining from the injury. The false-bottom was moved. The suitcase with the syring