AN: Here it is! My BigBang project! Accompanying artwork was made by onenatroll. Because FF doesn't let me put art into the work, I recommend either reading this fic on AO3 (where the art is included) and check out onenatroll on Tumblr for all artwork. Do it - her art is stunningly gorgeous. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy! I will be posting two chapters a day until this fic is completed!

A damp, cold air hung in the night, like a mist wrapping the city. She pulled her shawl a bit closer, her blue eyes darting about as she traveled under the light of the lamppost. The winter air still clung to the darkness, warding off the promise of a spring thaw. If Isis had been wiser, she would have brought a coat.

Isis sighed, her breath warming the air in front of her. Her meeting ran much longer than she had intended; what would have been a brief examination ate up her entire evening. She couldn't blame her boss, though. Isis had a habit of losing sense of time while working. She hoped that her brothers hadn't waited up for her. The hour grew late and their supper would have long gone cold by now.

Isis glanced up, the dark, cloudy sky of London greeting her. Even after years in London, she struggled with the cold weather. There were times when she ached for home, of warmth and sun. Yet she couldn't be angry at their lot in life. For all that had happened, the English had treated her family quite well. Her little brother might disagree, but Isis liked this life they shared.

She rummaged through her pocket, pulling out a pocket watch. It was just past midnight. No cabs ran this late, at least not in this part of town. A foul scent of smoke and alcohol leaked into the air. Isis noticed a couple of women, walking down by the corner. Their lack of clothing despite the cold revealed their occupation.

Isis said nothing, her eyes focused ahead as she passed the night workers. She suspected that no one would bother to focus on her when there were other opportunities nearby, but that still didn't ease the tension in her body. Isis couldn't shake the feeling that there were eyes on her, even this late into the night.

Isis quickened her pace, not wishing to linger in the red-light district any longer than she needed to. She swore under her breath in irritation. She should have just tried to find a room for the night instead of wandering halfway across London. Granted, finding a hotel at this hour probably wouldn't ease her brothers' concern either.

Regardless, Isis was of a stubborn mind. She wouldn't slow down her pace– the comfort of her own bed became too alluring at this point. Isis sighed, pulling her shawl a bit tighter to keep warm. She adjusted it so that it covered her head, a knitted cloak offering her warmth.

Without realizing it, the movement of adjusting her shawl caught her bracelet. She felt the silver chain slip. Before she could grab it, her own foot incidentally kicked the broken piece of jewelry forward in her rush to get home. Isis scampered forward and knelt down. The bracelet had been a gift – she didn't dare think of leaving it behind.

Just as Isis knelt down, a glint caught her eye. Her breath stopped in her throat when she heard the click. A gun. Isis froze, not daring to move. In her periphery, she could see a shadow from the alley. She knew screaming or running would end up with a bullet to her temple. Despite the terror clawing at her chest, Isis forced herself to remain calm

"What do you want?" she whispered, speaking to the stranger that had her trapped.

"If you wish to live, you'll stand and walk towards the alley."

Isis's hand trembled around her bracelet. She didn't want to. She knew the moment she left the street, she would not be found. It was a death sentence to leave the security of the lampposts lining the roads. But with the barrel of a gun glaring at her, she was forced to comply. She slowly rose to her feet, ducking her head down and turning towards the darkness. Though she faced death, Isis refused to accept her sentence so easily.

The lamplight receded, the darkness draping onto her as she walked down the alleyway. Her eyes couldn't see into the pitch black, unable to find the gunman. Her struggle for sight was a fool's errand, Isis flinching at the barrel suddenly pressed against the small of her back. Her hands clenched her shawl tightly, Isis trying to think of some means to escape.

She felt the barrel nudge her, forcing her to take a blind step forward deeper into the darkness. She wasn't sure where she was heading. They travelled in silence. Isis's eyes widened, searching for any light to guide her path. Perhaps if she caught a glimpse of her captor, she might be able to-

Isis felt a hand grab her arm gruffly, bringing her to a halt. She stumbled to catch herself, thrown off balance by the tight grasp on her. The shawl slipped off her shoulders, her raven black hair blending into the night around her. She blinked, disoriented for a moment. The iron grip that held her grew slack, falling away.

"Wait…"

Isis felt the gun slip away from her back. For a split second, the barrel of the pistol caught a glimmer of light, a silver flash before disappearing into the darkness. The man's voice trembled beneath his growl. Isis barely registered the command, realizing the gun was no longer aimed at her.

Isis realized this was her chance. She didn't have any time to think. She lashed out, twisting around. Her captor stumbled back, gun flying free from his hand. Isis raced away from her kidnapper, running blind into the night. An angry yell echoed after her, Isis sprinting as best she could to put distance between them.

Where would Isis go? How would she escape? Isis knew she needed to find someone- anyone. Desperation plagued her, as she skidded against the cobblestone wall. She struggled to keep her balance, turning down what she believed was an alleyway.

The man appeared suddenly, hands gripping her arms tightly. Panicked, Isis writhed around, bracelet flying from her hand in her frantic attempt at escape. Her captor was stronger, his hands like a vice on her. Still, Isis thrashed about, her hair wild, her necklace clinking, her shawl now torn away. She struggled fiercely out of fear of the unknown. Isis twisted her head around, eyes wide in terror, trying to catch a glimpse of the man from the shadows.

Isis's breath caught in her throat, her words lost as she tried to pull away. She tried to scream, but her voice would not come to her. Before she could escape, the darkness consumed her and everything fell to black.