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Post by Miro-chan » Thu Feb 07, 2019 3:40 am

She couldn't see anything. No matter how many times she blinked, each time she opened her eyes, all she would see was darkness. The black, thick fabric was tied tightly around her eyes and another served as a gag against her mouth. She tried moving her hands, but her wrists were being held together by something metallic; handcuffs. She grunted some as she forced herself into an upright position, her back harshly hit against the wall of something, and she could tell that she was in a car.

Nia guessed it was a van.

Various sounds found her ears and she closed her eyes and listened intently to what was going on around her. There was the sound of something constantly sliding against rock or pavement. Every now and then there would be a bump, which caused her to hop a bit in where ever she was in the van. Then there was the sound of her heart beating rapidly within her chest and it caused her ears to hear the thumping noise it made. Nia tried to calm herself down and wrap her head around just how she had ended up in the situation she was currently in. It had been a late night and she had just finished her shift at work and was going back to the apartment she was finally staying in. Nia had planned to get a test done for her Psychology class, but she guessed she wouldn't be able to now. She had just put her things in the back seat of her car when she felt a large hand forced something like a cotton cloth over her mouth and nose. In a panic, she'd gripped the wrist of the hand and pulled at it as much as she could, but her abductor had wrapped itself around her shoulders and began to pull her closer to the ground. She wasn't going to go down without a fight, though. Attempting to buck the attacker off, she felt the grip tighten around her, as well as the cloth being forced against her face. It was when she felt the brush of knees against her lower back and legs that her vision became blurred and then she must have passed out. For how long, she was not certain of.

Panic began to rise in her gut again when she felt the vehicle come to a stop. Muffled voices spoke for a few moments before the door was slid open, allowing a gust of freezing cold air to rush into the closed space she sat in. A footstep landed harshly onto the metallic floor before another followed it and then Nia was being forced to stand on her feet and out of the van. Her voice was indistinct from the fabric that was stuffed in her mouth and she tried to pull herself away from the large hands that held onto her, but as soon as her boots hit the pavement, another pair of hands were gripped on her shoulder and forearm. The radiated off the man who held her shivering form in place and she heard him say something before more voices laughed. Biting the gag harshly, she grunted as she attempted to lift her knee in the man's groin area, but missed, hitting his upper thigh. He let out a bemused noise before her body was thrown side ways and that was when she knew she was someplace other than New York. Snow was all around her, beside for her feet and the sudden rush of cold sent her body into quick shivers. If she didn't have the gag, her teeth would undoubtedly be chattering together. In New York, it was the late fall season and even though there would be snow, Nia was sure that there wasn't at six inches of it there yet.

The men spoke and the one closest to her left chuckled before hands were tugging her up from her awkward seated position. She felt a hand lightly brush some snow from her, which made her even more uncomfortable than she already was, and she was pulled in a certain direction, the snow and bits of concrete crunched beneath her boots. After a few moments, she tried to tug herself away from the man, but she was pulled closer to him and another man grabbed her other arm, keeping her in place for the time being. She stopped after she bumped into the man in front of her and she heard the jingle of keys, a click, and then a long, low creak of a door opening before she was pushed into what she presumed was a building. It wasn't that much warmer than it was outside, but Nia was thankful that she wasn't being forced to stay outside. As she and her captors walked throughout the building, the flooring creaked from the weight of their bodies and the young woman's ears perked up a bit when she heard the men speak. They spoke in a language she didn't understand and she searched her brain for the languages she knew about. It took her a few minutes, but it finally clicked. At first, she thought it was German, but no. They were speaking in Russian.

It was then she heard another door open and she was shoved roughly inside. As her body his the wooden flooring, she let out a muffled cry of pain before she rolled herself onto her back. The same man from before said something that she couldn't understand and the door was shut, left her in the room all by herself. Using her legs, she pushed herself backwards and stopped when her hands and back felt the concrete wall. Holding her breath, Nia tried to pull her hands away from each other a few times as a silly attempt to break the handcuffs, but of course it didn't work. An annoyed noise came from her as she let her head lay back against the wall as she tried to calm herself down and get her thoughts together.

Why was she kidnapped?

Nia had a feeling as to why-- No. She knew exactly why people would want to kidnap her. They wanted something she had in her body; her blood. In it lay almost all the answers to her ability to heal wounds. She had been told that people with money would want it so they could make some profit from something that could seemingly make someone invincible. However, Nia saw it differently. Despite her understanding that it was going to be a part of her life, she saw it as a curse and she never wanted it to begin with. Alas, she had been infected by something when she was very young and had the ability ever since.

Where was she?

That was something she did not know. Obviously she wasn't in New York anymore, it was freezing cold and snowing, and her kidnappers spoke Russian. Well, there were plenty of Russians that lived in the US, however there couldn't be a-lot of snow during the time of the year where she was. Did they...bring her to Russia? Surely not, but.... Nia couldn't exactly remove that from the list of places she could have been brought to and she knew it was always cold in Russia.

Once she had gathered her thoughts, she began thinking about what she could do to get out of her current situation. It was obvious there was no way she could get out of the cuffs without the key. She wasn't exactly the top of her class when it came to lock picking and even if she wanted to, there was nothing around for her to lock pick with. Instead, she moved to a crouched position and moved her hands in front of her by rolling her shoulders and pulling her wrists out from underneath her butt and feet. Once she had her hands in front of her, she began to remove the gag and blindfold form her face. One was tossed to the side, on the floor, and the other was stuck around her neck, above her scarf. Nia blinked a few times, allowed her eyes to get used to the dim lighting of the room, and she stood from her spot to take a look around. The room was barren besides for the rusty, old bed, and a bucket that she guessed she would use as a toilet. She'd hold it for the time being. Finding the door, she tried to open it, but much to her frustration, it was locked.

"Of course," she muttered under her breath as she turned around.

She walked to the bed and inspected it and was rather surprised to find a pipe on the wall was loose underneath it. The young woman gripped it with her hands, placed her feet on the wall, and began to pull at it was all her might. It took her more than a few times, but Nia was finally able to tug it from its perch against the wall. Letting out a content sigh, the blonde turned and stood against the wall, waiting for the door to open. Now that she had a weapon in her hands, she was ready to fight whoever walked through the door to her concrete cell.





The group of men had all gathered in two rooms. Some sat a table, betting whatever money or vodka they ha. Others stood watch as a man dressed in a black suit walked into the building. His face was hidden, having a pair of sunglasses on and his thick, black coat had its collar up. He had two gold rings on and the men regarded him with mixed expressions as he walked into one of the rooms. He stopped in the middle of the room and was approached by a very tall man, who stood at a height of six feet.

Speaking in Russian, he asked, "Did you retrieve the package?"

The man had a scar across his lower lip and a very bushy beard. His brown eyes were a dark chocolate color and were narrowed. He nodded, replying, "Yes. She is being held in the back room on the third floor. She cannot escape."

The man in the suit smiled, "Good. My men will come pick her up tomorrow. Rest assured you will all get your money."

He picked up one of the glasses of vodka, lifted it up in the air as if toasting to something, downed the liquid with a sigh, and he left the building. Soon, he would have everything he needed to begin his plan. Aleksandr, the man who had just talked to the man who had hired he and his man, wasn't sure exactly why someone would want a girl like her. Well, he knew that some men were into women for certain... reasons, but he honestly didn't think that was the case for this instance. He lit a cigar and placed it in between his lips, enjoying the taste it gave him as he walked back into the room.

Night came rather quickly and it made the entire building much more cold than it already was. Nia's entire body shook since they had taken most of her belongings, including her coat. She had stood by the door for a long time until her body was too tired to continue and she sat down on the ground and leaned her head against the wall. She was in and out of a dreamless sleep and she awoke with start, her ears had picked up footsteps approaching the door. Standing from her spot, she picked up the pipe, readied it to attack whoever would open the door, and waited. Her heart raced as the adrenaline soared through her system and was even more fast when the door finally open. As soon as the person had walked inside, she let out a small grunt before she hit him across the back of the head. The man fell to the floor with a thud and she hit him again just in case he wasn't out cold. She quickly walked out of the room, making sure to shut the door behind her, with caution and made sure that nobody was around before she moved down the hallway. Her blue eyes were widened some as she slowly made her way through the third floor. As she slowly moved down the two sets of stairs, she stopped short and her breath caught in her throat when she saw at least five men in one large room, huddled around a wide fireplace. It seemed like they were all asleep, though. Holding her breath, she crept past the men and was shocked to find at least four more dozing off in another part of the room.

Glancing out one of the windows as she passed by it, Nia saw that the slowly, rising sun brought the beginnings of morning with it, which meant she would have much time to find her things and escape. Gulping, she quickened her pace and turned into another hallway. However, she quickly took a few steps backwards and ducked behind the wall when she saw a man's back, who had just started to turn around when she had taken a step into the hallway. She held her breath as he walked right past her crouched form and luckily, he didn't seem to notice her. When she was sure he was gone, she quickly stood back up and went back into the hallway. Looking around, she was able to find another room, which had three tables and boxes stuffed with what she presumed were the equipment and belongings of the men who had kidnapped. A smile graced her lips when she saw her own belongings on top of one of the tables and she let out a quiet sigh of relief as she walked inside. The pipe was carefully placed on the wooden floor and she grabbed her coat, hugging it some before she put it on. Warmth wrapped around her upper body, waist, and arms and she shuddered a bit at the feeling. Blinking, she decided to look through some of the other things and was shocked when she saw a handgun that was easy for her to handle and she strapped it to her waist. Glancing behind her, she quickly checked the clip and counted nineteen rounds within it, which hopefully meant there would be another bullet waiting to be fired within the chamber. Turning back around, she poked her head outside and when the man from before never returned, she rushed herself down the left side of the hallway and saw what she hoped would be the exit.

As she opened the door, she didn't shut it when she felt the familiar rush of cold air and the feeling of snowflakes melting on her face. Instead, Nia's pace quickened to a run. She didn't care where she would go, she just wanted to get far away from the building she had escaped form. However, her escape was short-lived when she felt a massive hand grab at the hood of her coat. Her heart skipped a beat when she looked behind her shoulder to find a very tall man glaring down at her. She began to struggle against his hold and ended up shooting him in the foot, which caused him to growl some in pain. His face had turned red and he lifted one of his hands in the air and the next thing she knew, the right right side of Nia's face felt hot and began to sting in pain from being back handed. The man with a bushy beard had bent over, a snarl on his face, before he forced her back onto her feet and he grumbled something in Russian as she aimed the gun towards his shoulder. In a flash, he had yanked the gun form her hand and threw it somewhere to her left and with ease the had her lifted over his shoulder. Nia began to panic as she thrashed around in his grip, one of his hands was wrapped tightly around her middle and the other around her thighs. On instinct, she began screaming at the top of her lungs, not caring at all how she sounded and the further away from the hill of snow they got, the more she struggled.

For some strange reason, he had stopped abruptly in his tracks and she looked over his shoulder, confused. Aleksandr had stopped because of the way one of his men looked. The male was much younger than him and he looked sickening pale in color. He had looked fine only a few hours prior and why he was outside, moving towards he and the girl, he did not know. His deep voice spoke, grunting a bit as the woman in his grasped attempted to escape him again, "Why are you out here, Victor?"

The younger male did not speak and just kept walking towards him. Suddenly, Aleksandr had a very bad feeling. In a split second, the male had ran at the older one, tackled him to the ground with a loud shout, and Nia quickly rolled herself from being crushed by the two, fighting men. Staggering to her feet, she ran away from them and it took her a while to find her gun. Spinning on her hill, she froze in place as she heard a bloodied, gurgled scream come from the man who had just had her a few moments before. Her breath came out in gasps as she saw the young male tearing out the older man's throat out and when she heard more screams come from within the building, she couldn't make herself move.

It was just like when she had been younger... Nia never thought that something like it would happen ever again.
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The Russian winter was no joke, especially during the early hours of the morning. The air was frigid, causing the two streams of air being exhaled by reddened nostrils to be completely visible. It was as if he was puffing out smoke, fueled by the internal, burning desire to be anywhere but here. Every gust of wind felt like tiny daggers piercing the uppermost layer of exposed skin. He could relate it to the feeling of loose sand particles brushing against his legs on a particularly windy day at the beach. It wasn't nearly as pleasurable though.

With his cheeks beginning to sting again, the man adjusted the mask that was meant to cover everything below the eyes, silently cursing to himself. Despite having completed a job two days prior, he still found himself hanging around this hellhole. For good reason though, or so he believed. He'd been hired by another organization, one that was willing to pay good money. And for good money, Ramsay was willing to do just about anything.

They had set up a meeting for today, several hours past the afternoon though. Still, Ramsay had heard things about these people. You see, he had connections. And connections gave him information. In his world, information was an advantage, and somewhat invaluable. So here he was, suffering, using the information given to him to get more fucking information. Like who these bastards were? Were they as honorable as the average criminal empire? How many of them were there? What kind of training do they have? What kind of weapons do they sport? He liked to know everything and anything, especially when it came to himself and his potential earnings. Therefore, he braved the winter night, guaranteeing himself an upper edge over these Ruski's.

He saw the trucks roll up, he saw the men, and he saw the blonde little girl. Yes, it was sick, being able to infer what she was meant for. But perhaps the more disturbing detail was that Ramsay had seen it before. He'd been numbed to this sort of twisted human behaviour over the past few years of work, and so he just watched as she struggled. She did have some fight in her, he did admit, but as she was dragged into the building, he knew it was just a matter of time. Another helpless soul he couldn't, or wouldn't, dare save. Not when it jeopardized his employment.

It felt like several long, insufferable hours had passed before anything else happened. This wasn't just anything, it was actually quite extraordinary. That girl, the one who'd been dragged into the building like cattle being brought to the slaughter, was fighting back. She yielded what seemed like a handgun, and gave the burly piece of shit a good pump of lead.

As he watched, the man couldn't help but to root for her. What, he couldn't help it. She intrigued him. But not to the point that he'd stick his own neck (and cash) out to help her. Not yet at least.

It wasn't until the man had somewhat subdued her, and when the other, inhuman man appeared. He was sickly, and moved in a daunting way towards her shrieks. Only then did Ramsay perk up from his secure location, suddenly ready to burst forward. He didn't know what it was, but he just had that gut feeling.

Slowly, he emerged, wielding his weapon, as the two figures moved towards each other. His eyes were trained on the one figure, the one who didn't seem to respond to the other. Victor. He watched as the man lurched forward and attacked the other, sinking his teeth into the soft, tender flesh of a very vulnerable location. In all his travels, he'd never seen such a thing. Yes, most men he dealt with were metaphorical animals, but whatever this was, it was the real thing. Animalistic, inhuman, and savage. Worst of all, it was unknown. And that genuinely frightened the man.

He didn't let his shock slow him down though. The opportunity was there; to grab the girl without significant risk of being caught. At least not by a human willing to hire him. For that reason, he began to sprint towards the smaller figure, who appeared to be frozen in her place. The man didn't stop, not until his gloved hand wrapped itself around her petite wrist, pulling her roughly in his direction. He caught sight of her youthful features very briefly; she looked older than his initial belief from a distance, but still remained innocent enough. At least from what he saw, because milliseconds later, he turned and began to run, dragging her behind him.
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Post by Miro-chan » Sun Feb 10, 2019 5:09 pm

Nia remembered what happened when she was twelve just like it was yesterday.

The images of the creatures and people being torn into flashed within her mind and it caused her to be rooted to the spot where she stood. She couldn't feel the harshness of the cold weather around her anymore. Instead, she felt the sweat that poured down her face and the heat from the flames that licked hungrily at the building she and her parents had ran to for protection. Just the news report lady had told them to.

The image flashed to another; to the one where she and her parents left the house.

It was late in the evening and Nia remembered her parents rushing around their house and the muffled screams from outside. She had been confused and asked her mother what was going on and seeing how frightened both of her parents were made her even more scared. If they were so terrified of something, then she knew that she should be afraid, also. Once her backpack had been packed with a change of clothes, some crayons, a small coloring book, snacks, a water bottle, and a walkie-talkie, her mother scooped her up into her arms and the family of three ran out onto the streets. The screams were much more louder and what Nia saw made her terrified. People were eating other people, cars were overturned or speeding by people everywhere, various buildings were on fire, and the flames made the night even more terrifying. She remembered feeling her mother's grip tightening on her small frame as she ducked out of the way from one of those things that had tried to grab her. Her father had a backpack on, a dark green T-shirt, and blue jeans, His dirty blonde hair was in a buzz cut style. His light green eyes had been widened and his breath came out in panicked gasps as he hit anything that came at them. Her mother had on a white, button up shirt, a blue jacket, and khaki pants. Her blonde hair had been down, cascaded over her shoulders. Nia had worn a short, blue skirt, a white shirt with blue buttons, white socks, and black close toed shoes. Her hair had been up in a small ponytail. They had eventually made it to the building, a bar that had five floors, and they felt like they were safe. The feeling of safety had only lasted a few hours and was whisked away when different creatures had charged into the building by breaking down the door and windows. The group of people poured into the stairwell, a few kept the creatures back a while so the others could escape.

The image changed for a third time.

Nia stood there, in some metallic, underground tunnel. Her blue eyes had an emptiness as they stared down at the dead bodies that belonged to her parents. She had cried too much that night, whether it be from being frightened too much, or having lost her parents in different parts of the building, but for some reason, she couldn't cry anymore. When they began to move again, her body moved on its own, quickly ran past the corpses, and ducked out of the way when she saw the half of a hand that belonged to her father, had swiped out to grab her. His eyes had been glazed over with a white color and his stomach was hanging out of his body. Her mother had lost an arm and a leg, and could only struggle to pull her body towards Nia. The both had blood all over them. Nia remembered running down the tunnel, making sure to never look back, not even when she thought she heard her mother call out her name in a low moan that echoed down the walls.

The young woman was brought back to reality when she felt someone roughly grip her wrist and pulled her in a random direction. She had let out a surprised noise when it happened and she tried to pull her hand away from them, even when her legs moved forward so she wouldn't fall into the snow. As they ran, she could hear the muffled, far away cries of the men yelling in fear. When they were far away, she forced her feet deeper into the snow, trying to use it as leverage to help pull herself from the person's grasp.

"Let...me...go...!" She yelled as she struggled, a glare was fixed on the person's head. "I won't let you...take me...!"
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Post by Golden_ » Mon Feb 11, 2019 2:57 pm

He was used to running - that just came inevitably with the territory. Whether it was through the blistering sand of the Middle East, or the suffocating jungles of Africa and India; where vines and roots reached upwards, desperately trying to hook onto his feet, Ramsay was used to it. Even now, he was able to hightail it through the snow, without so much as breaking a sweat. That being said, he was held back slightly, by the girl he was dragging behind him.

Thankfully, that didn't last long. After they'd turned the corner of another building, she dug her feet into the ground and slowed him down even more, until he simply stopped running too. The man snapped his attention in her direction and loomed over her petite figure, before dropping her wrist from his grasp, rather dramatically. As if to show that he'd done it on his own accord.

The way she spoke puzzled him. She wasn't Russian, nor did she have an accent. She sounded American, meaning that she was a long way from home. Which was rather bizarre. How on earth did she end up here, in the middle of Russia's vast arctic wasteland, with those people? Regardless of the answer, she wasn't his concern nor his responsibility.

The glare on her face reminded him of that fact. They didn't know each other, so fuck him for saving her, right? If she was gonna be that way, the friendliness ended now (in his case, being friendly meant not being a complete dickhead). He glared right back at her, though from her perspective, all she saw was a masked face with protective eye gear.

"You think I wanna fucking take you?" He murmured harshly, turning right back around and taking a few steps away from her, while adjusting his backpack. "Go on then. Stay. But when you get attacked, you'll wish I did take you."
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Post by Miro-chan » Tue Feb 12, 2019 1:10 am

When she was released, she stumbled back a few steps, but easily steadied herself. The light breeze ruffled her hair and the fur that was attached to the inside of her hood and she ignored the different snowflakes that fell from the darkened, gray cloud above them. The sun had risen, allowing a little bit of warmth of her form and as she breathed, puffs of smoke came from her nostrils. Who was this jerk, anyway? He spoke English really well compared to the men she had just been listening to. Nia couldn't see his face because of the outfit he wore and she had to wonder why he had rescued her in the first place.

It took her a moment, but a flash of realization filled her eyes before confusion overtook its place.

Still on guard, she took a step towards him, tilted her head to the side a little, and asked with narrowed eyes, "Why wouldn't you take me? Aren't you working with the men who kidnapped me in the first place?"
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Post by Golden_ » Wed Feb 13, 2019 3:29 am

As he finished adjusting the strap of his backpack, the first steam of sunlight hit his covered face, causing him to look up at the frozen horizon. For a split second, he was transported back to the tiny island where he resided in between his jobs. Where he'd go and relish in his freshly earned cash; spending his days amongst the locals, the nights beneath the stars, and mornings watching the sunrise, with a beautiful exotic woman by his side. It was that same sunrise that strung him along to that happy place, only for an accusatory feminine voice to fill the air, dragging him back to reality.

He looked back towards the girl, who was riddled with confusion. Momentarily, he hesitated. Turning around and hauling ass would be so damn easy, but for some reason, he decided to take a step towards her. Perhaps he'd pull some information out of her, about his future employers... that is, if they were still alive. It wouldn't be too hard; she apparently liked to talk and question those who bravely rescued her.

"I don't," he ended up saying, rather plainly. It was the truth; currently he was not employed by those men. Regardless of the truth though, he didn't really care if she believed him or not - it wouldn't matter.

"What's so special about you though? Huh? Maybe if you intrigue me I'll cash in that favour you owe me."
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Post by Miro-chan » Thu Feb 14, 2019 10:05 pm

When he took step towards her, Nia's body tensed up significantly. She kept herself calm, though, kept herself from turning tail and running in a random direction. Blinking, she glanced down at her feet, thinking over his answer. He said he didn't work for them and honestly, the young woman didn't believe him. However, her gut feeling told her to trust him/ Nia lifted her hands and hugged herself a bit, one of her hands rubbed her arm as she thought a moment. Her blue orbs focused on the snow flakes that were falling around them. Her head turned to looked at him again when he asked her what was so special about her.

Biting her lower lip a second, she replied, "...I don't know. They just wanted--"

When he said something about payment, she immediately asked, "What?"

Nia's blonde brows furrowed some as she thought for a moment, "You want money for helping me? ....How much money, exactly?"

If he wanted money, Nia doubted she could actually get it to him. It really depended on how much he wanted, too. She might be able to get money from her parents' old bank account. Technically it was hers since she had became eighteen, but she hadn't really used it before. She had been saving it to when she could buy her own house... Maybe she could ask Jeffery, her main secret agent/body guard, if she could ask money from him. He had told her he would help her in any way he could ans Nia almost never asked him for anything.

Pressing her lips together, a look of determination crossed over her innocent features, "Alright. I can pay you for helping me. I just need to get back to the states. If you can get me there safely, I'll make sure you get your money."

Her eyes stared at the goggles that looked back her, stating with complete seriousness, "I promise."
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It was a good thing that his face was covered because her offer genuinely surprised him. His eyes widened, then quickly narrowed, as he began to grow suspicious of the small, blonde person in front of him. Payment in information was almost as important as cash (almost), and since this woman didn't look absolutely loaded, he figured information was the next best thing. But alas, apparently she did have cash. Not that he believed it.

After she promised to pay him for bringing her back to the States, Ramsay couldn't help but feel slightly offended. Yes, she didn't know who he was or what he did, but he sure as hell didn't babysit or escort young women, especially if they didn't have any money.

Being thankful for the facial cover once again, Ramsay scoffed silently but then decided to chuckle deeply in amusement. "Sweetheart, you really shouldn't be making deals with the devil this eagerly. Lucky for you, I don't want your bullshit money." He paused for a brief moment, glancing from her face to the sunrise and frozen tundra sprawled out behind her. "Good luck though." Having said that, the towering man turned and began to walk in the direction of civilization.
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Post by Miro-chan » Mon Feb 18, 2019 1:09 am

His chuckle and rsther heartless response made her blonde brows rise for a few milliseconds before they furrowed together right after. Nia didn't really like his attitude towards her, even if she understood why he wouldn't help her. They had only just met and she must have upset him by assuming that he wanted money. Didn't everyone want money as a price, though? A sudden panic rose in her gut and it rose up to her throat when he turned around, telling her good luck, and he began to walk away from her.

Ignoring what her gut was telling her not to do, the young woman sucked in a breath and quickly walked up behind him. "W-Wait a minute-! I can't be left alone; especially with those men after me--" She exclaimed with a small, panicked tone, and she continued as she lifted one of her gloved hands to grip at his coat's sleeve. "The world could be in danger-- destroyed, even, if they get their hands on me! What...do I need to do to get your help? If you don't want money, then-- I'll do whatever you want!"

She blinked and her grip tightened a bit as she looked down at her boots. Her eyes closed when she thought he might smack her or hit her like the other men had done to her previously. Nia wouldn't blame him either. They weren't exactly friends.

When she opened them again, she blinked away the tears that threatened to fall and spoke in a soft, desperate whisper, "...Please. Can't you...help me just this once? I won't ask for anything else. Once I'm back home, back in thw custody of the US government, we can part ways and act like this never happened. Who knows..." A soft chuckle came from her as she added jokingly, "Maybe you'll get rewarded after it's done."

Sucking in a deep breath, composed herself and said in a more serious tone, "If not, you might as well just kill me now."

If he can kill me...

"And when you do, you have to burn my body so whoever is after me can't use me after I'm dead."

Maybe she was asking too much of him to kill her, but she would be damned if she would be used for bad intentions.
"It had long since come to my attention that people of accomplishment rarely sat back and let things happen to them. They went out and happened to things." -Leonardo Da Vinci

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Re: [Golden] Promise

Post by Golden_ » Mon Feb 18, 2019 4:57 am

For a split second, he actually believed that she would shut her mouth, turn in the other direction, and cease being a nuisance to him. No, cease existing to him. Harsh, yes, but it was the truth. He didn't know her, and he didn't care to know her, so no harm in thinking that way, right?

Disappointment was a constant in his life though, so no surprise came to him when he felt a gloved hand tug at his arm. Instantly, he tensed and stopped in his tracks, before turning back around to face the teary-eyed blonde. Had she been a man, significant threat, or target, he would've likely tried to snap her arm in half. Luckily for her, she appeared to be just a girl.

He barely had enough patience in his body to wait until she finished talking, yet somehow he managed. She seemed to have a sense of delusional entitlement to her - as if she were somehow special. Perhaps she wasn't delusional at all, and perhaps she wasn't just an innocent girl...

With his defense suddenly raised, the man yanked her grasp off his arm with his other hand, firmly wrapping it around her wrist yet again. He raised it slightly upward and squeezed lightly, practically daring her to make another move.

"I'll only repeat myself once. What makes you so fucking special?" He sneered. It wasn't unreasonable; wanting to know who she was before committing to being a glorified babysitter.
...was adopted by Satan himself, before [she] was returned out of fear of [her] awkwardness

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