The second Bowie tried to get free of his grip he tightened it, her heart pounded beneath her flesh and adrenaline flooded her body.

Willing herself not to become hysterical and loose it the brunette had to keep her wits, wanting to seize any opportunity that could help her get away from him.

The scariest part of him was his eyes. They reminded Bowie of a shark's eyes, cold and ruthless. They were a dull blue, faded and held no signs of life. Not to mention the fact that he appeared out of nowhere, he truly was a predatory animal waiting in the shadows for the right moment to pounce.

Her thoughts were interrupted by his voice. Although he tried his best to sound calm and pleasant it came off as barely controlled rage, he was a ticking time bomb.

"You know it's not safe for a young woman like yourself to be out all alone in a city like this, why don't you let me take a ride with you."

Bowie knew if she agreed it would be the last ride she ever took anywhere, "who the hell does this? Does he really think I'm that stupid?"

The brunette asked the questions in her head which brought on another emotion, anger.

What was happening here wasn't o.k., and she was not going to play this game anymore.

"I'm fine, this isn't the first time I've taken the subway by myself you know." Bowie said with conviction while yanking her arm away from the blue eyed man.

She didn't even realize he was holding onto her so tightly, feeling the sensation of a rug burn as soon as their skin lost contact, her hand went numb from blood constriction leaving pins and needles in her fingertips.

The waitress's fight or flight kicked into overdrive and she spun around to make a run for it, and fast as lightning her captor snatched Bowie back by the straps of her tote bag.

He pulled her all the way back and slammed her into the brick wall of the subway entrance behind them so hard her head smashed against it. Her teeth chattered together and instantly the brunette's vision blurred.

Shoving his hand on her chest to keep Bowie against the wall the blue eyed bastard pushed hard enough to restrict her breathing. She was struggling so hard to right her vision, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Open your damn eyes! I have a few questions." His tone changed all of sudden, it went from anger to creepy sweet. "If you talk I'll be on your way, isn't that what you want?"

Bowie's eyes fluttered open and he got right up into her face.

"Seen anything or anyone out of the ordinary. And I'm not talking about these run of the mill thugs that run the streets either."

She noted his emphasis on the word anyone.

He was fishing for answers, it was almost like he was desperate for her to tell him something, but what? Damn it she was in the wrong place at the wrong time and this asshole was running the gambit of who was more of a threat to her right now.

Was it the drug kingpins, the gangs, or some mysterious foe that had him chomping at the bit? No, none of the above. It was him.

The now exasperated woman tried to swallow, her mouth was so dry she found it hard to speak at first.

The sound of her own voice startled Bowie. It sounded like it was coming from somewhere else, like her mind was not inside her own body anymore.

"I don't know what you're talking about, let me go!" The brunette had enough of his rough treatment and with a strangled cry she frantically yelled out loud enough for it to echo off the subway entrance walls.

This caused the man to become infuriated, his evil eyes darted all around to survey the area.

Turning his focus back on the brunette he smiled deviously.

"Too late to go home now, you're coming with me."

Bowie watched in slow motion as he reached in his pocket to pull out a syringe filled with amber fluid.

Bowie didn't want to die like this.

It was like a switch flipped in her brain and the brunette lashed out, her body immobilized against the wall she grabbed at the man's face and dug her nails in to scratch and claw.

It took him by surprise for a second but he was too strong, he jabbed the brunette in her upper arm and pushed the plunger to inject the potent liquid that felt like fire spreading through her body.

"Fucking bitch!" Was the last thing Bowie heard before the blue eyed devil delivered a jaw cracking hit to her face.

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Bakuub sat cloaked casually on his haunches on top of an ooman dwelling, his arm resting on his knee, observing. The crimson and tan colored yautja had no plans on intervening on the females behalf, the weak display she put on was deserving of her demise. He did however have the urge to jump down and crush both of their skulls, Paya he hated oomans.

The yautja chuffed to himself as he picked the dried blood of another useless inhabitant of this cesspool while he decided whether or not to kill the oomans.

This hunt was successful enough in his eyes, but to his old eccentric elder it wouldn't be.

This hunt was a gift of sorts to Bakuub, from the elder who had a wicked sense of humor. Given to broaden his horizons and reward him with a little secret only the males of their species knew about.

Even thinking of it made the yautja hiss in heated anger, he would rather shred every female on this planet with his bare claws.