Damn Shermans (private)

Sophia had just gotten back from her quest at Black Creek. It was late at night, almost two in the morning and she was utterly exhausted. She was also covered in Lennie's blood, because she had helped Christian move the girl out of the car. Really, all Sophia wanted to do was get home so she could collapse into her warm bed and sleep. She yawned as she handed over the keys to the guy in charge of the Senate owned car, and then with barely a nod goodbye to Evie or Christian she started her walk home.

Home wasn't all that far from the Senate building, but it was still a good five minutes. Walking home in the dark was never a favorite of hers, something about the eerie quietness along with the darkness just freaked her out. Sophia put her headphones in her ears, hoping the music would make it less creepy and shoved her hands in her jacket pockets.

"Hey Sophia!" Harold had been sitting on the curb, really its not like he had planned on running into the youngest Virgo. But here she was anyway. When the girl didn't answer, he stood up and ran after her. "Hey I'm talking to you!" He smirked, as he tugged out one of her headphones from behind. She must not have noticed that someone was behind her, so the action made her jump forwards in shock a bit.

"What the hell!" She turned around to face him, seeing that it was Harold Sherman she frowned. "Go away! I'm not in the mood!" She snapped, trying to walk away. He grabbed her arm, so she shoved him backwards.

"Damn Sophia." He smirked, he had landed against a telephone pole, and it hurt. She was not going to get away with his, he really didn't care that she was a girl. He lunged at her, aiming to punch her in the face. Which she had easily blocked, and then managed to get a nice punch to his gut.

Randall Sherman, the oldest Sherman, entered the scene, after illegally smoking pot and drinking all night with two of his brothers. His other two were robbing a drug store. He looked at Greg. "Loky over there, ole Harold has picked a fight with a Virgo." He approached with a calm smile. Randall grabbed the shirt of Sophia and slammed her into the nearest car, getting in her face. "Calm down, young one. Where's Carter to save you now, huh? Polishing his armor? Ironing his suit? Respect, though, it's impressive that you're the second best warrior in your family, being a girl and all. Shows how much of a puss the rest of your family is. Now I'm going to strike you up an offer, girly. Find your brother and tell him to meet me here, I owe him one. And meanwhile, get back to the kitchen like a good woman would," he said and snorted, throwing her on the ground.

"Back off, Harold, she's not the one we want. But, still," he took out a gun he bought illegally in camp and aimed it at her. "Now, are you going to move along, or am I going to have to kill you? If you're not back in five f*cking minutes with Carter, I swear to Jupiter I'll kill your mother, your cousins, your pathetic brothers, the entire f*cking Davenport family. Go. And make me a sandwich while you're at it, babe."

Greg sneered, "Let's go play with her too."
Greg was basically Randall's second in command, with age, strength, attitude, and basically everything else. Though Greg does have his own agenda, it overlaps with Randall's here and there, so he helps him out a bit some of the time. In reality, he doesn't give a s**t what happens to the Virgos and Davenports. Though he did find some pleasure when bad things happen to them. He briskly followed Randell with a type a swagger only some people can achieve. He again sneered with his arms crossed when his brother pulled the gun out.
"Aww, come on bro! I bet she could do it faster than that. It's not like she has anything else to do anyway! And you Harold, you can do better than that!" He gave him a quick swipe across the back of his head.

"Fine." Harold grumbled, stepping back. He wiped the thin bit of blood off his mouth, the girl had a good punch, even he had to admit that. "Shut up!" He swiped Greg's hand away.

Sophia couldn't help but hiss in pain as her face collided with the car door. "Offered denied." She hissed in Randall's face. She felt herself being lifted and tossed to the ground, once again she couldn't help but cry out in pain as she landed wrong on her wrist. She quickly stood up, as he pulled the gun out. She bit her lip, but then after a few seconds she forced her fear of the weapon out of her. "Get that out of my face." She said, like hell if she was going to let them threaten her. Maybe it wasn't the smartest thing she could've said, but she did have a gun to her head, she really wasn't thinking straight.

Randall shot right beside her foot. "You better move, girly, or you're dead. I'll repeat myself, give me Carter Virgo, or else," Randall shot again, at the car window, shattering it. "That'll be your skull." He looked at his brothers. "Let me handle this, stay behind me. Neither of you are good for anything but being my goons, anyway." He fired again at Sophia's foot, just to scare her. "I'll give you to the count of five. One. Two. Three. Four."

It took all of Sophia's will power not to listen, there was no way in hell she would go get Carter for this, as if she couldn't handle three Shermans, she so could, even if one had a gun. Randall was drunk, she could tell, especially when he misaimed his third shot and the bullet went through the top of her foot. Sophia's eyes widened as she looked down at her now ruined foot, the shock of what just happened was taking a bit to actually register in her brain. "Yeah, let me just go run and get my brother for you. Dumbass." She finally spit out, through her teeth, which were clenched shut from pain. Maybe being sarcastic to somebody with a gun wasn't the best idea, but hell it felt good. Yeah, she should probably do something about that gun... "Can't really run when ya shot me in the foot, now can I?"

This was bad, sure the Sherman's fought with everyone, mostly them and the Davenports, but Sophia couldn't think of a time when it was this bad. No one had ever used weapons before, well ok, maybe knives if it was really heated, but guns... guns were the most taboo thing in New Rome, no one really owned any. And really, Sophia had no idea what to do. It's not like she could just charge forward and grab the thing from him like she could a knife, he'd have killed her by then....

Greg looked at Randell when he shot Sophia in the foot. "Really dude?! She can't go get 'em if she can't walk! Ya know, I don't have to be your goon, I do it willingly." He uncrossed his arms and leaned to the side, then looked down to the growing pool of blood around her foot. He scoffed a little.

"Oops. Well, okay, my bad, but you can still have another foot, girly. Walk forward, two hands behind your back, and lead us to Carter, or else, quite frankly, we will beat the ever-living shit out of you and depending on how I'm feeling, maybe kill you." Randall looked at Greg. "Shut the hell up, I'm the sheriff of this town." He aimed and shot at Sophia's bad foot again. "Move."

"No." Sophia glared at him, she wasn't going to lead them anywhere. And maybe she probably could be handling this better, maybe there was an easier way to do this other than to just out-right defy what he was telling her to do, but she couldn't think of anything. All she could think about was not putting her family in danger. "You're just gonna have to, maybe kill me." She added, just barely managing to move out of the way of the bullet. How could anyone not hear these gunshots?!

"You don't look so much like a sheriff," Greg said, he finds it so much fun to antagonize someone, especially Randell. He looked over at Sophia, "I would listen to him, there are much worse things we can do, ya know?" He glared at her suddenly, "We have a score to settle Cater, just show us where he is, and we might let you off the hook."

"That's it, I'm killing you," Randall said and pulled the trigger, aiming right at her. Luckily, the gun was jammed. "Oh, come f*cking on!" he yelled in anger, tossing the gun aside, and heading straight for Sophia. He started throwing fists at her, and kicks. "Ya feel that one, Virgo? THIS ONE WILL BE REAL NICE!" he pulled out a dagger and was about ready to kill, when someone grabbedthe dagger out of his hand.

"Don't you touch my granddaughter, mister!" Grandma Virgo said, grabbing the dagger.

"Really?" Randall laughed. "You really came without back up, old f*ck?"

"No, but it was a pretty funny diversion, huh?" Carter asked, coming out of the shadows. He then nailed Randall in the face, threw Greg, and kicked Harold in the head. He pulled out his sword.

"I suggest you boys run along, messing with my sister and threatening my greandmother doesn't make me very happy. C'mon, big bubblegum boy Randy, shoot me, do it. I'll still kick your ass with a bullet in my chest," Carter said, swinging his sword around.

Randall covered his bloody nose, and laughed. "We ain't scared of no Vir-"

Carter backhanded Randall, knocking him out, cold. "Harold, Greg, old friends, you got anything to add on to your brother?"

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Sophia had managed to block some of what came at her, but her injured foot made it harder. And as much as she hated to admit it, the older, taller, and stronger boy had the upper hand. Albeit, she probably could've done better without the bullet in her foot. She eventually lost her footing, as she felt Randall's fist make contact with her face a fifth time. Then once she tried to stand up, there was another kick that kept her doubled over on the ground holding her stomach. Yes ribs were definitely broken, and so was her nose, and she was also pretty certain she had broken her hand on Randall's face in the one punch she had managed to get in.

After a few minutes she realized that while she could still hear the sounds of fighting, there was no more blows aimed at her. She forced herself to open her eyes. Was that her grandmother? Why was she here?

"Nah, I got nothin' it's just fun to rile him up." He held his hand out in as if asking for a handshake. "How about we just put this behind us and forget a 'bout it. Wha do ya say?" He turned around and walked over to the far wall, and let his hand fall from its position. He leaned against it his hands in his pockets, he also had a gun in his pocket, he stole it from the two the Randell had gotten, he was thinking about maybe taking a shot at Cater. He wasn't sure just yet.

"Forget this? Are you serious? You're lucky I don't kill both of you after the type of stuff you've done. I see the gun in your pocket, Greg. I'm going to have to ask you for the gun, and for you to leave, or else you might not make it out of this with all limbs attached," Carter threatened, anger in his eyes.

Grandma Virgo was checking on Sophia. "Oh, Sophia, my angel, can you hear me?" she quickly got her phone and called for an ambulance.

"Guys, lets just go." Harold said, sure he was all for beating the hell out of every Virgo and Davenport he came across, but crazy grandma was calling an ambulance, and if they stuck around the police would eventually be called.

"Yeah, grandma, I can hear ya." Sophia said, she didn't think an ambulance was necessary, but who was she to argue with her grandmother, besides she was in too much pain to argue. Maybe the ambulance was a good idea, she did just get shot in the foot. Damn if only she didn't get shot, she would've been able to beat the crap out of all three Sherman's. It was embarrassing, really.

"K, sure why not." Greg threw the gun down at Carters feet. "I'll catch you guys later." He started a slow walk away, He grabbed Harold's shoulder and steered him away. He was flipping a coin, for no real purpose, just because he could. The slow pace of the walk was meant to bother the people behind them because they'll stay in their presence longer than they should.

Carter picked up the gun, eyes on them, and then slowly backed up to his sister. He could hear the ambulance in the distance.
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Carter was at Sophia's hospital bed, holding her hand, following the surgery on her foot. His grandmother was standing next to him, feeling Sophia's forehead, and his mother was crying, calling the police/Legion about what had happened to Sophia.

Jake followed his sister into the hospital elevator, still vlogging. "So, yeah, we're visiting my sister's friend and the leader of our barracks in boarding school. Catch you guys later," he said, and turned off the camera. "Should we get like, balloons and flowers or something, Claire? Wouldn't that be nice?"