I tapped my fingers impatiently against the smooth railing of the elevator. The meeting had left me absolutely drained and all I wanted was this stupid elevator to go faster so I could get away from the place that made me panic. The very event that made me feel like I was drowning in pressure. It wasn't even my decision to go to theses blasted meetings, it was all my fathers. Ugh. Any association with that name made me cringe. He had argued that it would be good for me to be part of the planning. Not that I had any part of the actual decision making process. Why would I in such an important event?
After all, it wasn't every day the Prince of Shibusen got married.
Ding!
With a sigh of relief I hurriedly looked for the exit. I wanted- no needed- to leave this place. Ignoring the baffled expressions in the faces around me, I pushed through a sea of gossiping people in tuxedos and pencil skirts, practically gasping at air. My shiny new heels clicked angrily on the polished floor as I scrambled to leave.
"There's Maka! Don't let her leave the building!" a stern voice shouted across the chatter.
Damn it, I thought, they caught up to me.
With a newfound strength I shoved a man with twirled moustache to the ground. I wasn't going back there, even if the guards forced me. I hurriedly twirled my way in and out of the chaotic crowd, but I couldn't withhold it for long. Suddenly, a guard in a tuxedo and sunglasses appeared seemingly out of no where and grabbed my shoulder from behind. Frustrated, I tried to shrug him off, but with no avail. The lights above flickered menacingly, as if portraying the hopelessness of my situation.
I tripped on the shoe of an official, and fumbled forward onto inconveniently placed receptions desk. No! I need to go toward the doors! I thought. Instead of exiting like I wanted, I found myself on the opposite side of the desk by an office chair and a whirlwind of papers. This entire situation was out of my control, and I hated not being in control. It reminded me of all the times my parents would fight, and I could just hide and try and block out the screaming.
With a groan of frustration I tried to stand up, only to have a rough hand cover my mouth and a knife pressed firmly against my throat. The loud chatter and panicked voices instantly quieted.
"Anyone moves, and the girl dies." a low voice growled.
I could feel a hot breath on my ear, and shivered. With the movement my attacker pressed harder on the knife, and I felt a sharp sting. A thin trickle of blood ran toward my chest.
Just great. In the middle of a panic attack, I just have to be a captive of a murder too. I look around at the faces frozen in panic. One person was in the middle of writing something, pen still in air. Any other time and it would have been comical. To my right the double glass doors seem to tremble.
And then a fist comes through a window. Like feathers in a breeze shards of glass fly through the air. One grazes my cheek and leaves a sting like a wasp. I gasp and my captor just presses harder with the knife.
We soon see who's fist it was. A boy with spiky blue hair clambered through the window, ignoring the fact he was grabbing edges of glass. With a "ya-HOO" he jumped through the window and did a front flip before landing on his feet.
"BlackStar here! The best assassin to ever live! The only person who will ever surpass God! I am the one who will help kidnap the soon to be -"
His speech was cut short as a woman came gracefully stepping through the window and cleared her throat daintily.
"Um, BlackStar, we sort of have to distract the customers and workers while Soul kidnaps Maka, okay?"
The boy shrugged his shoulders in defeat, "Fine."
What followed was each window being smashed one by one. And new attackers crawling through like an infestation of spiders. They grouped around the crowd like a dog would to sheep. They panic in the air was palpable.
He started to drag me toward the smashed windows and it clicked what was happening. I was being kidnapped. I could be murdered. Or raped. Or raped and then murdered.
With this realization I proceeded to bite my captor's hand, which seemed the only logical thing to do. I dug my teeth into the flesh as hard as I could until I tasted iron and blood ran through my teeth. The blood ran from the corners of my mouth. He dropped me and I stuck my hands out to catch myself, which was a bad move considering the floor was painted with glass. Sure enough I felt shards dig themselves into my palms and I screamed out.
"The bitch bit me." I heard him say, mostly drowned out by the loud shouts of panicking officials and harsh words spewed by attackers. Then he said it again louder, "That flat chested bitch bit me!"
Like an ant avoiding get stepped on I scrambled up off the dangerous floor and tried to grab the edge of the reception desk. When I felt the surface under my palm I hoisted by self up. When I let go I left a red handprint, like the mark of the dying. No, I wouldn't die today. I ran toward the jagged edges windows, constantly leaning this way and that as my heels caused me to clumsily step on shards of glass.
When I made it to the window I could hear my captor approaching, with each step a new crunch of glass rang into the night. I pushed myself over and through the window and into the street. It was almost deserted. The light of the neon sign above left a hazy red glow to the area. A single street lamp lit the dark enough so I could see a dark van the attackers must have used to get here. Then I ran - or at least, tried to.
But I tripped on the bottom of my wedding dress. Yes, my full blown white ball gown that I some how managed to keep clean in all this mess.
Hurriedly I attempted to get back up, and rolled on my back. But I was only faced the man who had threatened to murder me, the man who wanted to take me away, the man I...
...Once called my best friend.
My eyes widened at the familiar face. The blood red eyes stared deep into mine, as if reading my next actions. The gaze seemed harsher, more focused than I remember. His white hair seemed to glow eerily as it reflected the red light. He stood above me with what looked like a dagger in hand, and a smirk plastered on his face. And I just couldn't turn away.
"Hello Princess Maka." He spat.
And that's when I felt a sack being pulled over my head, and the dim light turned only to darkness. The last thing I saw was a sign with the words Shibusen Bridal turn fuzzy so that it looked like the building was covered in blood.
A/N: So I'm kinda new to this writing thing. And I know I'm pretty bad at it. Criticism is very much appreciated, even negative comments are fine as long as they help me write better. I have a tough backbone, no worries. And yeah this is a little short, but I wanted the first chapter to be full of action and questions. Hopefully I succeeded.
P.S I currently have no beta, if your interested PM me!