Lost Tales: The Day We Never Told Gypsy About

Today's writing prompt is a story I have been promising a friend of mine named Dani for a while now, one I've never been able to finish. The title of this one is called "The Day We Never Told Gypsy About, and it's a bit over the top. Comments and such are always welcome :)

Lost Tales: The Day We Never Told Gypsy About -

8:35am:

"So, you need my help to raise 65,000 in 24 hours?" Michael arches a brow, his left hand pushing the small buggie containing the young baby Faith back and forth while his right smooths out the smallest cease in his golf silk shirt. "I am 99% sue there is no legal way to do this, and I'm babysitting while Sol and Gyps go off an do...things.." He makes a face, clearly not thrilled with thinking about the couple having any form of relations.

"Look, it's important. Not only in training for you, but for me. I need the cash to help an old friend out, and I've run outta options." Back Alley Sally shrugs as she speaks, lazily rolling a small knife in her hands like you might roll a pen. "Besides, we can take the baby with us. I mean, it's not like we're gonna rob a bank or anything. Just shake down a few guys who owe us both and we should be golden." She smiles wide, flashing her pearly white teeth and doing her best to look innocent.

Michael frowns at the smile, a shiver going up his spine. "Anytime you make that smile, someone kicks a puppy."

Sally just smiles wider, sliding the knife into a sheath on her belt. "Come on babe...just this once? This tiny little favor? All you're gonna do is watch Oprah and measure the baby for designer dresses, lets have just a tiny bit of fun." Her voice is almost sugary sweet and she blinks slowly at him.

Letting out a small sigh, Michael shakes his head and looks down at the infant. "OK...but I'm drawing the line at illegal activities. No robberies, hitting up gangs, theft or shaking down drug dealers." He counts all of the activities in front of her on his hand. "And I'm gonna use some Fate to get us on the right path for the day."

He takes a whiff of the air and grimaces. he reaches down to take old of the infant and hold her out to Sally. "And now, you get to change her."

9:22am -

Sally pushes the buggy down the block, looking generally unhappy at being so active in the daylight. "What the fuck are we doing out here, how is walking around this neighborhood earning us cash?"

"Watch your tone in front of the baby!" Michael snaps, scowling and shaking a finger at the woman. "She's very sensitive you know, she wakes up for just about anything." He takes a step up to check on her, tugging the sun shade down and adjusting her small blanket. "Besides, fate says to go this way. So I'm just kinda following the tugs."

As they round the corner, they come to an abrupt stop as a huge dog suddenly comes charging at the duo. Taken by surprise, Michael finds himself trapped beneath the massive Mastiff and is unable to defend himself as the muddy creature begins its assault with licks and drool. "Sally! Help!" Michael pleads beneath the dog, unable to stop it from staining his 200 dollar hand-spun silk shirt and tearing up his pants in its effort to paw at him and show affection.

Sally can't help but laugh, tears glistening in her eyes as she sees the pretty-boy all dirtied and muddied beneath the Mastiff. The cry of a little girl can be heard in the house they stopped in front, and the mother rushes out. "Oh, you found our dog! He's been missing for days, we had a hundred dollar reward out for him. Thank you so much." The young mother leads the dog inside, and Michael stares up at the clear blue sky as if to curse the day.

"Look on the bright side Michael, it can't get any worse?" Sally chuckles, looking down at him.

11:37am -

Michael shoots a glare at Sally, a look that promised a swift death if only his eyes could shoot daggers. He's keeling on the floor, hands behind his head like every other person at the bank, and Faith is strapped to his chest with a sling. Sally gives a small shrug, glancing at the gunmen as they make their demands to the police via cellphone. Her eyes start to glaze over, the tell-tale mark of her identifying every gunman and every bullet within the building.

Sally blinks rapidly, then tilts her head ever so slightly to look at Michael. Just the tiniest of nods escapes her, and a small smirk touches Michael's face. He starts to whisper softly in the tongue of magic, his mind forming the imagio of the curse he wishes to inflict on the 4 gunmen. A breath of air escapes him as Fate begins to turn on their side, and Sally is up standing.

The woman moves like a dervish, pulling out two knifes as she runs up onto a nearby table. She kicks aside the deposit slips as she tackles one of the gunmen, her knives cutting the gun vest off his body and making two sharp stabs into his palms to prevent the villain from holding a gun. Michael extends his hands, the two gunmen who pulled their weapons on up fire suddenly find themselves entangled in shoelace as straps catch their guns and force them to slam back into their ribs. Sally wastes no time, flipping backwards and catching one of the tabled gunmen in the head with the heel of her steel-toed boot while her knife slices clean through the Achilles tendon of the other causing both to drop in pain and anguish.

"Sally, behind!" Michael yells, but not before the final gunman manages to squeeze off a shot. She grunts as she takes the bullet in her thigh, then throws the knife perfectly aimed into his groin. The entire male population of the room winces as they see the injury, and the gunmen falls to the floor screaming in silent agony. Sally leans on her wound, muttering a few choice words (and some she's making up on the spot) to describe the incident while Michael slowly stands to walk over and grab the sack of cash. "Well, these were the guys the reward was for. That's 10 grand in the pocket." He peers into the bag and winces at the sound of a click and a poof.

Sally does her best not to chuckle as she see's the ink cartridge exploded in his face, staining the skin and hair. "Well..umm...purple looks good on you?" She starts to cackle and laugh as the police bust in.

1:49pm -

Michael pants, tired from all the running around the junkyard. He checks on the tiny bundle, still asleep amid all the explosions of metal and glass. "Trade some scrap copper for cash she said. What could be waiting for us, she asks. How about a who frickin' ZOMBIE GANG!?" he yells over at Sally as she starts to pat out the flames on her jacket and pants.

"Look, how was I supposed to know they were hiding zombies in the old vans?" She glares at him, wincing from the burn. "I mean, this isn't the kinda shit you see every day..." She darts her eyes around the corner and spies the piles of abandoned appliances. "Hey Sparks...you thinking what I'm thinking..?" A slow smile slides on her lips, like a fox who's just cornered it's favorite prey.

"Yeah...I'll go act as a distraction and you make the popcorn." Michael shakes his head, popping the bubble gum stick from his front pocket into his mouth. He chews for a few seconds, ignoring the sounds of moaning from the shuffling dead, and blows a bubble. The familiar tingle of magic fills the air as the bubble expands and grows larger by the second. It floats from his mouth and lands amid the appliances, taking the form of a wireless generator and bringing all the coffee pots and microwaves to life for one last hurrah.

Satisfied with his gum-generator, Michael holds Faith close to his chest as he dashes out in front of the shambling horde. "Alright Sally, do you thing!" He twists his head for a moment to yell back at her before leading the zombies into the death trap.

Sally goes to work, touching all the coffee pots and microwaves. She turns them all on, presses with the buttons and generally makes a valid attempt to work them. Her streak of bad luck, or in this case good luck, continues and as if by magic Sally manages to break every single last one of the scrap appliances. She dive tackles Michael from behind, opening a space portal with a whispered word and drops them both off in the former office. The resulting explosion rocks the small building, and one of the cabinets shakes open dropping the safe box filled with several thousands of dollars in 100 dollar bill stacks.

Michael looks over to Sally and just shakes his head and chuckles. "Well, we got the money it looks like. At least nothing else can go wrong now?" Before she can open her mouth, a sound of chanting emits from the "house" (if the shack used by drug dealers across the street could really be called anything remotely like a house) across the street.

Sally looks over at Michael and sets her jaw tight. She grabs a shotgun off the wall as she steps next to him, watching as the apparent gangster-themed Necromancer and his gang of Revenants steps out of the building to see what happened to their zombies. "They just don't make villains like they used to," she comments while sliding two shells into the barrel, "I mean it used to be that Necromancers had class. This guy looks like something of a 50 cent album."

"Less Spiderman, more Ironman if you please." Michael chuckles, pulling out a golden pistol covered in glitter as he looks down to ensure that Faith is safely tucked into her sling. He gently places the sling in the corner of the room and quickly fast casts the imagio of a spell in his mind. He waves a hand and removes the corner from time briefly to prevent an harm coming to the child.

"Alright, let's get Jiggy with it." Michael states, stepping up and pulling out his other gun. Sally groans and plants her face into her palm.

2:14pm -

Michael crouches behind the brunt out husk of the minivan, panting hard. He clutches the small bundle of infant, wrapped in the swaddling blanket and hanging from the sling around his neck, gently. Peering down, he ensures that every hair is perfect and every toe is fine, a small gurgle of a squeal and a spit bubble reassures Michael that the small child is fine. Sally, his current partner in crime, dives over the burned out mini-van while clinging tightly to the backpack stuffed with hundred dollar bills. She curses softly as she feels the bullet wound in her thigh and both of them give a start as the building across the street explodes.

Both young Magi peer up over the windows in the minivan, watching as the fire consumes the Necromancer and his gang of Revenants. Both look down at the sleeping baby, who blinks awake and starts to cry for her bottle. Michael unpacks the bottle from the backpack (now stuffed with hundred dollar bills as well as diapers and bottles) and inserts the nipple into the babies mouth, while gently squeezing to help with milk flow. Both Sally and Michael catch each others gaze, and there's a grim expression on their face.

"We are never, ever, telling Gypsy." They both speak in concert.