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"Where is she? What have you bastardos done with her?"

Elsie stirred before she curled into a ball and groaned as her ears were assaulted with the distant sound of someone screaming. Had her neighbors gotten into a fight again outside?

Groaning, Elsie began to pull herself awake. Her body felt stiff and her back was killing her. Like she had slept on a bed of rocks for a week and was just now getting up. Her fingers curled around something soft, as she turned her head and was assaulted with a strange scent; male cologne?

Her eyes opened, and she softly, carefully, moved her hand against the soft surface below her. Furrowing her brows, Elsie pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, hoping to hear the familiar sound of the living room couch creaking under her weight.

Instead, she heard the sound of metal curling together and groaning similar to the way her grandma's bed would. Had she crawled into her grandma's bed? She frowned, as she plopped down on her ass ran her hands through her hair, as she tried to listen for the sound of her grandma moving around in the kitchen or bathroom.

"Elsie! Elsie call out to me if you're alright, bebé!" Elsie's body stiffened at the sound of Señor Pietro's voice. Last night! She'd been taken last night! Ojo! Elsie felt panic overtake her, as she scrambled to find the edge of the strange bed she was on.

"Señor Pietro! Señor Pietro!" She cried out, as she was able to find the beds edge. Swinging her feet out far, she felt slight relief as her bare feet touched the ground. Bare feet? Where were her shoes? Elsie stood up and clutched the bed. She had no clue where she was, and without Ojo, she didn't feel comfortable with just roaming around.

Something tickled her leg as she took a small step to her left, causing her to freeze. Reaching down, she grasped for whatever was tickling her and she felt the color drain from her face. It was a shirt. A very long, way to big, shirt! She wasn't in her clothes! She was in someones shirt and her undergarments!

"Aaaaahhhh!" She let out a cry of discomfort, fear, and confusion, jumping when she heard the sound of scrambling feet and something that sounded like a wooden door being thrown open, her head snapping to the right to the source of the noise and someone breathing heavily.

"Oi! Lass! Whats wrong?" A Scottish accent reached her ears, and Elsie lunged at the voice, anger and fear coursing through her veins. A cry of shock was heard, as she made hard contact with the males chest and he went tumbling backwards with her. She heard him crash against something behind him, as she began to bound against his body with her fist.

Her mind was blank as she started screaming. "Who are you! Where am I? Where's my friends at you asshole!" She was scared. She was in some foreign face and had been kidnapped along with her friends. She woke up on some strangers bed and in clothes that aren't hers! All thoughts of how to rationally act were gone. She was in fight mood and she wasn't gonna stop!

"Shite! Calm down, lass! Come on!" She screamed as she felt the Scottish accented male let out a grunt as he was able to easily lift her small frame off him, before she felt herself being lifted off the ground and his body against her back, pinning her arms behind her with his own. "Let me go! Let me go! Señor Pietro! Ojo! Aaaaah!"

Flailing, Elsie tried to kick back at her holder as she felt herself being pulled back! Her hair fell across her face as she screamed loudly, kicking forward as her feet were lifted from the ground! Whoever was holding her seemed to be struggling, and that inwardly made her grin, while she continued kicking, snarling, and screaming.

She felt her foot make contact with something hard, and she cringed. That had hurt! "Jesus, Chibs! Whats wrong? Can't handle a little girl, man!" Elsie's flailing stopped for a minute, as her head snapped to the voice of the man from last night. "Bastard!" She screeched, as she started flailing again, kicking out towards his voice, which sounded close enough for her to hit!

"Shut up, ya bastard, and help me with 'er!" Her Scottish accented holder exclaimed, as she started crying out again. Her foot made multiple contacts with something fleshy and hard, and she inwardly grinned as she heard the male from last night let out a grunt of pain.

"What the hell is going on in here?" Elsie's head violently rolled around as she continued to struggle, as the two men where able to push her to the ground on her knees, trapping her legs underneath her, as her Scottish accented "friend" was heard behind her as he held her down with part of his weight. "Somebody better answer me!"

"The lass started screaming from Juice's room and I went ta check on her before she bloody well started attackin' me!" Her holder grunted, as her head slammed back and made contact with his body! She felt the ground thump, as she heard the newcomer approach.

"Elsie!" Her body stopped struggling, and her head strained to turn to her right as she heard the familiar sound of Señor Pietro's old boots shuffling her way. Elsie felt tears fall from her eyes as she felt the familiar feel of rough, wrinkled, hands on her face as her holder let her up and she lunged up and forward, crashing against Señor Pietro's larger belly and began to sob.

"Shh! ¡Está bien, pequeño uno! ¡Está bien! ¡Estoy aquí! Está a salvo," Señor Pietro pat her head, as she shook. As her body stopped shaking, Señor Pietro carefully helped her fully to her feet, as she leaned against him, her body feeling weak from her struggle and to afraid to venture away from the older male.

"Jesus, Christ! I leave you alone for five seconds and some blind girl gets the drop on you two?" Elsie heard the newcomers voice sigh, as Señor Pietro rubbed her back and placed himself between the other men. "Lass caught me off guard! Started swingin' like a mad-man! Got one helluva swing fer such a small thing," The Scottish male joked from her left, as she heard the man from last night shuffle her way.

"Hey, Pietro! The fuck, old man? You clean us of our guns and now we have to put up with your blind bitch as well! You tryin' to piss us off?" Elsie, not liking the tone the man was using towards her friend, hissed at the man. "Leave him alone!"

Their was silence, before the man let out a grunt. "What? You got something to say little blind bitch?" She stiffened, as she felt strong, hot, breath hit her in the face, notifying her that the man had leaned in close to her. Really close. "Don't think just because your blind I wont pull you over my leg, little girl. Someone needs to teach you some manners."

Elsie shivered, as she felt him step back. His voice had been playful, yet deadly, sending off warning vibes in Elsie's senses. Perhaps she'd better keep her mouth shut, less she wanted to end up blind and physically crippled.

She heard a shuffling of unfamiliar feet approach Señor Pietro, and her nose wrinkled as a foul, smoky, smell reached her nose. "Well my Mexican amigo! Now that you know your little friend is safe, perhaps you'll cooperate more in explaining to us how Álvarez got his hands on our supplies that you were in charge of?"

Elsie felt Señor Pietro stiffen beside her, as she swat away at the air, trying to keep the smoke away from her. The smell was making her sick. "He was going to burn down my store, Clay! That place is mi casa y vida. Without it... I have nothing!" She heard the smoking male let out a sigh, a puff of smoke hitting her in the face.

Having enough, Elsie backed away from the males enough that the stench wouldn't reach her, but she could still be close to Señor Pietro. "And do you think he would have stopped there, ¿Mi amigo? No! He'd have probably killed me!" At this Elsie's useless eyes widened.

"Marcus wouldn't do that!" She felt all their eyes on her, as she blushed at her outburst. "Oh really?" She heard her her new "friend" imply, as she glared his way. "How the fuck would you know what the hell that Mayan asshole would or wouldn't do?" At this, Elsie shuffled back and forth and glared at the male.

"Because that doesn't sound like something Marcus would do! I've known him for two years now! He's-" Elsie was cut off as she felt a familiar hand plop on her head. "You only know the mask of Marcus, poco uno," she cocked her head as her face tilted up. "You only know the kind, cocky and funny, side of the killer."

Elsie felt her shoulders slump, as she took in her old friends words and went silent. "And what's her connection to Álvarez?" She heard the smoker ask, as she crossed her wrapped her arms across her chest. Señor Pietro placed his hand on her shoulder and gave it a light squeeze.

"She works in my store. Álvarez likes to flirt with her, but mostly they're just acquaintances." She heard the smoker grunt in understanding, before she heard him start to slowly walk away from them. "Clay?" The smoker, who Elsie guessed was Clay, came to a halt as Señor Pietro called out to him. "I've told you what you wanted to hear. Please! Let Elsie and me return home." Silence followed, as Elsie rubbed her arms.

"At least let the girl go home! She has a grandmother who must be worried sick about her not returning last night!" At the mention of last night, Elsie recalled something important and her heart dropped! "Ojo!" She exclaimed.

She felt their eyes fall on her again, as she turned to where she knew her "friend" from last night was still standing. "Where's Ojo? Where's my dog?" The man made an incomprehensible sound. "You're damn mutt? He's with Happy in the garage. Damn thing seems to only cooperate with him!"

She didn't know who Happy was and she didn't care. She wanted her dog. She turned to where she knew the Scottish sounding man was standing before stumbling her way over to him, cursing every time her foot came in contact with what sounded and felt like chairs. "Please! Can you take me to my dog?"

The man let out a grunt. "Ay, lass. Just don't start swinging at me again!" His tone was playful, as he p[laced a hand on her shoulder. "But ya might wanna put some more clothes on. Yer damn near naked!" Elsie shook her head. Although she knew she should probably listen to him, she at the moment didn't care how exposed she was. She just wanted her dog back/

"No! I want my dog! Please!" She heard the man sigh, before he began to carefully usher her to the right and forward. Elsie heard her "friend" and the one called Clay yell somethi9ng his way as they continued forward. But she didn't pay any mind to what was said. She just wanted her friend and she wouldn't be in peace until she knew he was OK.


End of Chapter three!

Gah! It is such a challenge writing a blind character, let me tell you! But I'm having fun, and I'm hoping you all like! Also! I'm making Chibs have a Scottish sounding accent, because that's how sound's to me, dangit!

Also! Sorry this chapter isn't as long as Chapter 2! I SWEAR I'll try to make the next one longer for yall who are actually going to stick with me through this story :)

R&R Plz! Thanks!

Translation:
bastardos - bastards
¡Está bien, pequeño uno! ¡Está bien! ¡Estoy aquí! Está a salvo - It's OK, little one! It's OK! I'm here! You're safe
mi casa y vida - my home and life
poco uno - little one