They had been walking for close to two hours.
At first, the tension had been high, and Chizue hadn't been suicidal enough to speak to the guy. But as the minutes ticked by, Chizue was getting fed up with silently walking behind this guy. The pace was a bit slow, but every time she tried accelerating a little, she felt the sharp threads get tighter.
Yeah, Chizue had just figured that out.
It seemed as if he had her wrapped in wires. She couldn't really see them, and every time she tried to locate the wires so she could snap them, she was rewarded with a glare. She couldn't even touch the handle of her axe without him being paranoid.
She tried to inconspicuously move her fingers to grab the handle, but her plans got foiled every time.
Not that he was paranoid, since he would be correct to assume that she would try to escape as soon as she would touch her dear axe.
"We are nearing the location."
Being forced out of her angry musings she looked up at the source of all her frustration. He glanced shortly at her before returning to look in front of him.
Chizue also looked ahead and spotted nothing of interest. A few restaurants, a few back alleys, a parking lot next to a rather small looking corporate building, and little else. They neared the building, so she assumed this was where he intended to go.
But as soon as they neared the door, he simply walked ahead, going directly to the parking lot of the building.
'Maybe his car is there?'
But why was he sort-of-kidnapping her? She had no real valu—
Oops.
Well her chances of survival had skyrocketed with that realization.
This guy probably just needed money, and since there was a reasonable bounty on her head, he would just announce that she was in his possession and that he would return her if given the money. But that made Chizue question how he had recognized her, since there were no wanted posters or anything like that.
He would send her back. Back there.
A dark look crossed her face.
'Sorry, sweet cheeks, but no can do.'
"Get on."
"Uh, my mother taught me not to take rides from strange men."
"Small one, get on the motorcycle," he said, "this one notices your lack of choice."
Small one?
5'3 was a perfectly fine height! Just because he was a bit taller it didn't give him the right to call her small! It was normal for a lady to be on the smaller side, and it brought a lot of advantages with it. She was not jealous of taller ladies, no no. She was perfectly content with her height. But that gave him no right to call her out on it!
Bansai noticed with a bit amusement, how the woman's face went entirely red. Probably a sore subject he concluded. He tensed his strings a bit in warning, as to motivate her to just be a bit more submissive. Her eye twitched.
She observed the motorcycle. It was a nice piece of technology, but to be in such close proximity with that guy gave her chills.
Swallowing her complaints, she lifted her leg and sat behind the teal haired man. He immediately started the hell-on-wheels and drove.
The sudden movement startled her and she felt herself falling backwards.
"Wha!" She screamed startled.
Without even looking around, the man grabbed her hand and pulled her forward, tightly against him. Without allowing her time to ease her nerves, he accelerated and raced through the streets as if the devil himself was following him.
Feeling her heart beating in her neck, she clinged herself to him.
'Not scared, not scared, not scared. I am merely clinging myself against him so I can take him with me if I fall.'
Yes.
The ride was kind of pleasant, after she got over her initial shock. She had stopped chocking his torso, and now only held his jacket loosely. She was now calmly observing the scenery around her while trying to figure out an escape plan.
She couldn't jump of, since the wires would go right through her, and even if they didn't, the impact would almost certainly break some bones. And if that happened he could just turn his motor around, pick her up and drive further.
Calling for help was out of the question. He was driving too fast for someone to understand if she started screeching 'rape' or something. And even if someone heard, they would probably call the cops, and that wasn't a very fun thing.
It seemed as if she would have to wait this one out.
Wait for the best possible moment, like a ninja.
Like a frickin' ninja.
She just hoped this wouldn't escalate too far, since she knew that as soon as they would try to cut her some slack, she would try to escape.
The ride continued.
No way.
No fucking way.
A space ship.
How could she possibly escape if they were in SPACE. This even made her previous statements sound weird, ninja's in space weren't that common. Maybe she could hide somewhere, and hope they wouldn't find her for an unknown amount of time.
Meh, she would bail out on that plan as soon as she would feel need for a shower.
The ride had continued peacefully, with nothing weird happening, and within fifteen minutes they had arrived on her current location. A harbor, for space ships. That sounded weird even in her head.
A small bit of desperation was born inside her.
The man stepped off the motorcycle and she did the same. He told her to follow him.
The 'harbor' was not all that big, only a few ships. There were lots of crates being loaded into one of the ships by hired muscle. Most of the crates were labeled with numbers or sometimes just titles like: 'dried meat', 'breakable' or 'weapons'.
Wait.
Weapons?
Maybe this smurf wasn't the lone wolf Chizue thought he was. If there was an entire harbor and a shitload of weapons, maybe he was a terrorist? Or an arms-dealer? They didn't get loans from banks, so hostage money was a good income.
Knowing now that the man walking in front of her was possibly involved with shady stuff, she didn't feel anything else. She already knew he was dangerous, so the knowledge that she was right didn't change a thing.
They walked through the harbor, towards one of the ships.
A few men were standing in front of the entrance/plank that lead into the ship, checking everyone for identity and for whatever cargo was loaded aboard the ship. The blue haired man nonchalantly strolled towards the men.
The two men bowed slightly and let him through without the slightest hesitation. Chizue awkwardly strolled behind him. The two men looked at her and suddenly she felt a giant had on her chest push her down the plank.
"What do you think you're doing, shrimp?" the bulky bouncer asked. "Identification first."
Suddenly she felt the strings positioned in her back tense, cutting into her flesh. She managed to hold her shriek in, but her eyes started watering slightly. The muscle man started laughing at her pained face, mistaking it for embarrassment.
"If you're crying already, just get lost."
The bulky man stomped towards her and pushed her further off. The wires went deeper, and this time she didn't contain her shriek.
Chizue had never experienced much pain, the worst being a small flesh wound, so to suddenly feel multiple string cutting her flesh open was not a welcome feeling. She felt her entire shirt soak with blood, feeling it dripping down her back.
She felt herself growing dizzy, even though the pain took away all other senses. It became slightly black and before she knew it, she was lying face down on the plank, jacket and shirt completely soaked. She heard the mans startled 'huh' before silence reigned again.
'Space ninja, huh.' She thought before nothingness took her over.
A bit darker~
Thanks to BloodyCamellia for giving me motivation to continue :)
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-XChise
