My head was spinning and my whole body was aching. I tried to move my hands, but couldn't. I realized I was sitting in a chair, my hands and feet bound with what felt like duct tape. A small moan escaped me, which led to someone shuffling around me. I slowly opened my eyes, revealing that I was in a dimly lit room. I couldn't focus, and my eyes clothed again.

"Don..." I whispered in a hoarse whisper. I heard a harsh laughter and heavy footsteps coming towards me. I felt a big hand grab my face and lift it up, as if someone was inspecting it. Whoever it was let go, and my head fell again and I let a small groan slip.

"Glad to see you're awake, miss Mason." a thick Russian accent said. It took a second for me to realize I was being held captive by a Russian, and when I did, I felt panic flood though me. I tried to get free of my restraints, but it was no use. The voice laughed at this.

"There's no use fighting, Elizabeth. Now open your eyes; I want you to look at me." the voice said. I forced my eyes open and looked up. Infront of my stood a man who looked to be in his late 30s. He had curly black hair, somewhat bushy eyebrows and a square jaw. I frowned and closed my eyes again.

"Who are you?" I asked weakly, trying to make my head stop buzzing.

"My name's Victor Romanov, and I am the head of this sect of the Izmaylovskaya." he said, standing infront of me.

"You... You took Jonathan. Where is he?" I asked, glaring up at him.

"Don't worry about your friend. You'll be seeing him shortly. Now, tell me where the Karlian egg is." Victor said. I shook my head and frowned a little.

"I don't know. Jonathan took it. I haven't seen it since we stole it." I told him, my eyes closing again. I heard Victor sigh and crack his knuckles.

"I've been nice so far, but that can change. I suggest you tell me where your friend took it." he said.

"I just told you I don't-"

"WHERE IS IT?" Victor yelled, getting closer to me. I opened my eyes and glared up at him again.

"I don't know. But even if I did, I wouldn't tell a good-for-nothing thug like you." I spat, looking him square in his dark eyes. Victor got a sudden dangerous glint in his eyes, but it went away as quickly as it appeared.

"You know, I was just going to kill you, but I didn't want to let you off so easily. It would be better to put your friends deaths on your conscious." he said, nodding to someone behind me. I was about to question him when I felt something heavy land on the back of my head, and everything went black again.

I felt myself coming to again, but this time, I was lying on my back on what felt like a stone floor. I slowly opened my eyes, surprised by the bright lights. I was looking up at what looked like to be a warehouse ceiling. I frowned, and sat up, which I immediately regretted. My head was throbbing where that jerk clubbed me. I gingerly touched the back of my head, and of course, there was blood. I grumbled a little, then looked around some more. I felt myself grasping something, and looked down. In my hand was a bloody knife. I squeaked a little, then dropped it, standing up quickly. Once again, not a good idea. My head felt like it was going to split open, but I tried to ignore it.

"Hello?" I called out, not really expecting an answer. There wasn't one. I frowned, and looked around. "So... Instead of killing me, you put me in a warehouse? Russians are..." I stopped talking when I spotted a person lying a few yards away from me. I frowned, and walked towards whoever it was.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked, getting a weird vibe as I walked closer to them. As I got closer, I suddenly recognized the person as Jonanthan. I started sprinting towards him, falling on my knees as I got to his side.

"Jonanthan! Oh my God, Johnny?" I asked, shaking him a little. I realized that he was... "Oh God, no. Jonathan! Wake up, don't so this!" I felt tears coming to my eyes, and backed away from his body. I understood what that Russian maniac had said before I was knocked unconscious.

As I was sitting there, I heard the sounds of someone coming. I frowned, and went back over to the knife I was holding earlier. The footsteps were coming closer, and I braced myself to fight. One of the doors opened, and some men came running through it. I recognized them as NYPD.

"Drop the knife!" one of them shouted, pointing his gun at me. I recognized him as the guy from yesterday who helped me to Don's desk. Uhm, Messer, or whatever.

"My friend, I think he's dead. Help him!" I said, pointing the knife back towards Jonanthan.

"I said put the knife down, now!" he shouted, not listening to what I said. I dropped the knife, and the Messer guy came and put cuffs around me.

I was sitting in yet another interrogation room. This time, however, I was in handcuffs. The chair seemed more uncomfortable than usual, and the guy questioning me (his name was Danny Messer. I was right) was trying to intimidate me with death glares.

"Mr. Asher was your friend, correct?" Messer asked finally, leaning back a little in his chair. I nodded and looked down at the table. "Then why did you kill him?" I snapped my head back up and glared at him.

"I didn't kill him! Why can't you understand that? I was kidnapped and set up!" I told him, my voice rising considerably. Messer nodded and scoffed.

"Yeah, yeah. By the Russian mob. That's a great story." he said as Don walked in. I looked at him, then glared. "Now, why don't you tell me where you were last night." I smirked a little, then crossed my arms.

"I was having a crazy night in." I told him, looking him in the eyes.

"Mhm, can anyone vouch for you?" Messer asked. I looked at Don and his eyes widened a bit.

"Yes." I told Messer, a smug smile on my lips.

"Oh yeah, what's his name?" he asked. I smiled and glanced back at Don.

"Donald Flack." I told him. Messer's eyes widened, and he turned to look at Don.

"Flack, is she telling the truth?" he asked, giving him the look this time. Don flushed a bit, looked down, then nodded.

"Yeah, she's tellin the truth. I was with her last night." Don said, looking over at me.

"Flack, I need to talk to you outside." Messer said, standing up.

"Don, you know me! I wouldn't kill Jonathan! You know that!" I said as he began to walk out the door. He paused for a second, then kept walking. Messer looked back at me, then followed Don out.

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