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TSUNA, HAYATO TAKESHI AND ANYONE ELSE IN THEIR AGE GROUP- 16
KYOUYA MUKURO AND RYOHIE- between late 17 and early 18
LAMBO AND ANYONE ELSE IN HIS AGE GROUP- 7
THE CANNON STARTED WHEN THEY WERE TWELVE INSTEAD OF THIRTEEN AND LAMBO WAS THREE. ITS FOUR YEARS LATER-ISH
"Let go!" You yell, voice hoarce -it had been several days worth of fire injections and boy had the rebounds been bad- while you struggle against the mens hold.
They havent had you for too long, just about three days.
But it was three days to long.
They had caught you while you were helping a fellow street rat.
Turns out he betrayed you for food.
Then they had dragged you to god knows where.
You needed to get out.
And fast.
They ignore your admitidly weak -in your defense fire injections took alot out of you- struggles as they pull you into a large grey room. Theres one table in the room and whats on it make your blood freeze.
A long row of needles sitting there in a neat row.
"Oh shit." You whisper, stilling.
"So we finally found what makes you calm down?" Fredric says with a snort. The tall black haired man had told you his name shortly after he had kidnapped you.
You lunge sideways at him -pain lacing up your broken ankle as you move- as he lets go of one of your arms so that only one man is holding them behind your back.
He walks calmly over to the first needle, picking it up. "I actually hope this doesn't kill you, your kinda fun"
"You bas-!" The door bursts open before you can finish the sentance.
Fredric turns an ugly snarl turning at his lips.
"What the hell?! I told you to guard the door you bumbling idiot!" Fredric's face turns to a look of confusion. "Who the hell are you?"
"Varia, now let go of the kid!" A voice shouts.
You pale, Varia. As in Assasin Varia?
A small groan slips past your lips.
This month just keeps getting worse and worse.
The man holding you lets go of you and turns in hopes of getting out of the door on the other side of the room, you swing your foot out. He trips and stumbles just long enough that four knives appear in his legs, blood splatters on the ground as he falls.
Fredric and a man with glasses are fighting. The green haired man easily dodgeing Fredrics swings.
Move...
Right, you needed to get away.
You run towards the door, ignoring how your ankle screams in pain.
Sure your Ice had made it so it was straight and healed good. The only problem was when you made it you knew you'd have to move soon and fast, so you made it moveable -doing the best you could do with the Fire Injections- it didn't keep your ankle supported but it makes it so you probably won't limp later on. Maybe.
They had broken your ankle to make sure you didn't escape after the third time within the first day.
You hated to admit it but you didn't get very far when you did escape.
Camera's were evil.
A knife slams into the ground inches above your feet but you keep running, a pained noise escapes your lips as you move.
They knew how to break bones all right.
You grab the handle and jerk it back to pull it open.
It's locked...
Only to have it stop halfway.
Now you tell me! You shout at your gut.
You spin around to find Fredric on the ground, blood coming from cuts on his face, not to mention a bloody -probably broken- nose.
Three people are staring at you.
The first one is the one who was fighting Fredric wears an open Varia trench coat and has brown hair with a side portion of green hair. He has an extremely muscular build. He has a metal plate over his left knee. He wears dark sunglasses and his coat has a large ring of orange fur around the hood.
Theres a teenage boy, well he's a man. He has short blonde hair with long bangs and is wearing a coat, in addition to a purple striped shirt and a silver tiara which he is wearing his tiara on the left side of his head. His hair is like a bowl. Bandages cover his hands and his skin under his shirt and up to his neck.
You can't see his eyes, but he's smirking as he twirls a knife in his hand.
The last is a man tall skiny man.
He reeks of flames.
He is wearing a black outfit with a hood that covers his eyes, a small amout of purple hair sticks out of his hood. He has two up-side-down triangle purple markings on his cheeks. Hes got a snake above his head. Its in a circle -its tail in its mouth- you hope the snake isn't hurt.
"Hi dear! We're here to help you~" The Greenette sing songs.
"I don't need help."
"Well it seemed like you were in a little bit of a jam, hun."
"I had it handled." You say as you move against the wall, moving closer to the other door and them as well.
"The Prince think the Peasant is ungrateful." The blonde says.
True, you feel like being ungrateful.
"And I think your wearing a stupid hat."
Also true.
You stare the man down as he glares at you.
People like this take advandge of weaker people.
You can't afford to be weaker then you already are.
"Hurry up and grab the girl, we're not getting paid for sitting around." The purple man says in a blank voice.
"I'm not going anywhere with you." You state calmly, a lot calmer then you feel. Moving back towards the blocked door.
Your not in any condition to fight.
But you can try.
"But hun, Vongola can help you." The green haired man says, in a low voice.
"I don't need help."
The blonde chuckles and you shiver. "The Prince says we should just drag the girl out of here."
"And if you touch me I'll beat the shit out of you." You growl, putting as much threat -not much though sadly- into your voice as possible.
Vines burst out of the ground in front of you and you flinch in shock. You jerk away from them as they reach for you, easily wrapping around you and holding you in place.
Fake...
Well, ok then.
You move out of the vines, how are they there but not?
A hand wraps around your wrist and pulls you towards a person. You snap your hand out in a punch at the blonde man, he tilts his head to the side and just pulls you closer.
"Let go!"
He laughs and pulls out some kind of bracelet, its orange.
Like one of your Flames.
Move!
You jerk backwards, twisting and pulling your wrist.
"Let go!"
MOVE!
The bracelet is inches from your wrist. Not for the first time you wished you could have rolled down your jacket sleeves.
MOVE NOW!
Fire rushes through your arm and are about to reach your fingertips when the bracelet touches you.
All fire disappears, leaving you dizzy and unable to fight as the blond slips the bracelet onto your wrist like a cop does a handcuff. It clicks onto your wrist.
You stagger to the side like a drunk as he lets go of you. You feel unbalanced and sick, like your about to throw up.
Not that you had anything to throw up.
You'd just gag painfully.
You feel offcenter. Like the floor is moving under you like it's water.
You didn't realize how much you relied on your Orange Flames make sure you were balanced.
And as much as you hated Fire -your personal Flames or Fire in general- you relied on it to keep you alive.
Wether it was to help you in a fight -gut feeling- or to keep you warm in the dead of winter.
It's kept you alive since you were six.
It's the only reason your still here, the only reason you haven't died like so many others.
Now you couldn't even feel it under your skin.
It actually kind of hurt, like someone punched you in the stomach.
And kept punching you.
"What'd you do?" You gasp out, holding yourself up against the wall.
"We know you can use flames. We just need to make sure you don't hurt yourself while trying to escape."
Hurting myself.
Trying.
Their not even worried that you could escape.
You straighten the best you can, glaring at them. "What do you want?"
The blonde chuckles. "For you to come with us, now come along. The Prince doesn't like waiting." He twirls a knife in his fingers.
Dread pools in your stomach.
Whats worse?
Dracone or Vongola?
Duh, Dracone.
"I'm guessing you won't just let me leave?"
"Nope, sorry hun, we're under strict orders to bring you back to base."
You sigh.
"Lead the way."
You know to bide your time.
Then strike when they least expect it.
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