Woo! 2000 views! Big thanks to everyone who's been reading up until now and even bigger thank you to everyone who has reviewed. It all meens a lot to me ^_^ Just realised I missed the disclaimer off of the last chapter so here's a doubly disclaiming one:
I OWN NOTHING OF ! NOT KELLY, THE TWINS, ANNABELLE OR ANY OF THEM. SOPHIE DANIELS AND THE OTHERS ARE MINE. *ahem* anyway...
Baaaaad chapter today with some mature language and some moments younger people may find distressing so please don't hate me, I don't know how my mind comes up with this stuff.
Chapter 28: Trust
Soph sighed quietly as she reloaded her handgun. She'd spent most of today cleaning her weapons and was now impossibly bored. The protocols she'd set in place were going to waste since Angela was never attacked, she was starting to wonder exactly why the woman had hired her in the first place. She sat with her feet up on her desk and her various knives and guns laid out in front of her, all polished and cleaned to perfection, with a small smile of approval she started reattaching them to her person. Handgun in the holster under her arm, knife attached to her belt, small handgun on her right ankle, small knife on left ankle, spare ammunition on her belt and, just in case, a third knife attached to the inside of her wrist, you never did know what you'd need it for. She'd been at this post little over a month now and she was still yet to need any of them other than to unnerve Nick when he refused to do as she said. She'd sliced his tie in half without cutting his shirt, if she was honest she was a little proud of that. As though it sensed her boredom, her phone rang, with a small smile at the caller ID she flicked it open, a slight smirk playing at the corners of her mouth as she answered.
"What's up?" She leant back in her chair as she spoke, waiting patiently for the twins to inform her of the latest 'disaster' to reach St. Trinians.
"Annabelle's back and we don't know what to do." She couldn't tell if it was Tania or Tara but either way they seemed upset.
"What do you mean you don't know what to do?" She frowned slightly; Annabelle was a cause for concern? Since when?
"She's the new English teacher, Dickenson quit. Do we treat her the same as we usually do with new teachers or not?" Judging from the muttering going on in the background, a large amount of girls were waiting for her answer, clearly even the head girl had no idea how to handle such a situation. She thought carefully for a second then grinned to herself.
"She's a St. Trinian, test her out. She knows most of what you'll throw at her anyway; she helped with some of it last year. See if you can trap her. Odds ten to one you can't." She smirked to herself as the muttering around the other end of the phone got a little louder.
"Thanks Soph, say hi to Kel'" She heard the grin in her voice and smiled.
"Will do, good luck girls." With that she hung up and flicked her phone shut, she had a strong suspicion Annabelle's classes were about to get much more interesting and she wished she could see what happened but she was sure she'd be told at some point. With a quiet sigh she went back to staring at the ceiling.
Soph was about to call it a day when a sudden loud crash shook the building. She grabbed the desk in front of her to stop herself falling over and as soon as the tremor stopped she was on her feet, pressing the button on the side of her headset that connected her with the others.
"Someone explain to me what the hell that was!" She pulled her gun from its holster and strode quickly from the room.
"Bomb, third floor storage room, looks like someone needed a way in." Amy's voice was the first down the com system (Soph had put her in the camera feed room to watch over everything) and Soph gave a heavy sigh as she pushed her way into Angela's office, thankfully the woman was still there.
"Right, Amy stay in the feed room, I want to know numbers, how many are we dealing with here? Nick and Steven, I want you at your posts, Damon, join them in the reception area; I want you guarding the elevator. Everyone else get to the third floor, Ann that's your area so it's on you to get them organised, you know the layout best. Work with the rest of security. Shoot to injure, we need to find out who they're working for but if the situation calls for it you have permission to kill. Everyone move." She waited until all of them replied before turning to Angela who was still sat behind her desk.
"Any idea who these people are?" She looked carefully at the older woman for any signs she knew but came up empty.
"No, MI7 has a lot of enemies. It could be any number of them." She shrugged casually and Soph rolled her eyes, how could she be so calm at a time like this? Probably because there was no point in getting panicked, it would only cloud judgement.
"Daniels! The third floor was only a distraction, a small squad is on its way up to you in the elevator, you'd better be ready." Amy's urgent voice came into her ear and she gave a groan of annoyance.
"Thanks for the heads up Amy, get some more people up here as soon as you can, we'll hold them off." She turned to Angela who raised an eyebrow expectantly. Soph sighed and moved to a book case, looking carefully at the books before she found the one she was looking for. She pulled it out of the way and pressed a cut section of wood behind it, the section of bookcase some way to her left promptly slid out of the way to reveal a door. She strode over quickly and punched a code into the small panel beside it, turning back to her boss.
"I suggest hiding." She gave a slight smirk and nodded to the small room inside, Angela nodded and Soph ran a hand through her hair as gunshots began sounding outside the door.
"Get in contact with Kelly when you get out of here. Tell her what happened." She waited for Angela to nod before shutting the door and letting the bookcase slide back into place, she replaced the book and turned to the window, throwing it open so it looked as though the woman had gone down the fire escape and turning back to the door. Something heavy was hitting the other side and she let out a deep breath to steady herself, pointing her gun at the door with a quiet sigh. Well, this was it then; this would be how she died. What a way to go, saving the ass of someone you didn't give a damn about, oh well, such is life. Or death, depending on your viewpoint...
The door burst open and Soph immediately opened fire, sending the first two men down before a searing pain burned in her arm, she gritted her teeth and continued firing but the pain was throwing her aim off. She only hit a couple more before her gun was empty and they over whelmed her, she gave a grunt of pain as a knee hit her stomach and she doubled over, her gun clattering to the floor. A second sharp blow to her head, presumably with the butt of a gun, had the world spinning. She vaguely recognised the ground coming up to meet her before the world went black. What felt like seconds later she felt herself being dragged back, what the hell? She wasn't dead then? Ouch, not if the stabbing pain in her arm was to be believed. She kept her eyes closed, feigning unconsciousness while she tried to figure out what was going on. There were quiet voices a short way away from her and she couldn't decide what language it was so she gave up, exploring her current position. Right, she was tied to a chair of some sort, arms behind her back, bound at the wrists, ankles tied to the chair legs. Not bad, clearly someone knew what they were doing. She didn't need to move her wrist to know the rope was the thick rough sort that didn't come undone easily, bloody perfect. Next she flexed the muscle in her right arm very gently, feeling the wave of pain that hit her but also finding a small amount of pressure wrapped around her upper arm, right, so they'd clearly not wanted her dying of the bullet wound so what was it? Was she a hostage for negotiation? Being held for ransom? Or was she here to be a source of information? She really, really hoped it wasn't the latter. She was dragged from her thoughts as footsteps approached her and she got ready to act. In training they'd given her a full cover story in case this ever happened and she had to stick to it. No matter how ridiculous she was about to look.
A wave of cold water hit her and she opened her eyes with a sharp gasp, a little blind in the dim light and instantly trying to get up despite knowing she couldn't, she was supposed to look dazed and confused... She managed that all right.
"What?! Who are- Ow! What the hell happened to my arm!?" She flicked her eyes from person to person in the room, appearing to be franticly searching for a way out, or maybe some answers, she guessed it probably helped if she didn't know, made for a more convincing act.
"Be calm, we will not hurt you, yet." She looked at the man who spoke with a thick accent, she still couldn't figure out which one it was but then, did it really matter?
"Who-who are you?" She held back the urge to roll her eyes at the pathetic whimper she now had to use as a voice. It was actually a little depressing knowing she could make such a sound.
"Who we are does not matter darlin', the question is, who are you?" He sat down across from her and Soph had her first opportunity to look at him properly. He had a very square jaw, thick stubble and black hair that seemed to be tied back with something, despite his hair colour his eyes were an icy blue.
"S-Sophie Daniels, head of security at Stevenson Flooring company." She let her eyes dart to the other people standing around her. ...Four, five, six. Six of the bloody prats. There was no way she could get out of this herself unless they left her alone, which, judging from the look of annoyed disbelief in the guy's face, they would not be doing any time soon.
"This is not true. We know you work for MI7." He stared at her intently with a surprisingly piercing gaze and she pulled the most dumbstruck expression she could muster onto her face.
"MI what? There's no such thing is there?" Clearly her pretence wasn't even leaving the slightest hint in his mind that she could be telling the truth but quitting now would just be insane.
"I am going to tell you who you are. You are Agent Daniels, head of personal security to the head of MI7. And you are going to tell me everything you know darlin'." There was something ominously final about the way he said that last sentance that actually made a chill of fear run down her spine. So she was here for information then, bugger. This was going to hurt. Against all her reflexes she let the fear that was pooling in her stomach reach her voice as she replied.
"L-listen. I-I don't know what you're talking about." She had to prevent the disgusted expression that was trying to pull onto her face. Scared or not, this was shameful, he knew as well as she did that she had enough information to give them access to whatever they wanted and this pretence was simply making her look like a coward. The man gave a heavy sigh and stood up, turning to one of the others.
"Take her to Victor; see if he can get her to speak." He waved his hand and someone sliced the ropes on her feet, forcing her to stand up and dragging her backwards from the room. Soph could only pray to whoever popped into her head that Angela had already told Kelly what had happened. She knew that girl would tear the world in half to get her back. At least, she hoped that was the case.
Victor was not a pleasant human being, she was glad she hadn't taken the job as 'interrogator' because if she had she would have been doing much the same as him. It started off small, holding her head under ice cold water until she almost passed out before letting her back up for air, she'd seen something similar with the twins once when a few chavs were still being annoying about her and Kelly. The poor girl had been caught by Tania and Tara plotting against them and, well, that had been her punishment. She smiled at the memory while her lungs burned. When he finally let go of her head and left her choking on the floor while he dried his hands the smile stayed. She coughed up as much water as she could and looked up at him, fixing her onyx stare onto his eyes and keeping her smile. He took a step back and watched her carefully, clearly unnerved by her eyes and quite possibly even more her smile. Now she had a proper look at him he reminded her a lot of Carnaby, his greying hair seemed to have once been blonde and it was slicked back to his head, though his was much more thick-set than her uncle had ever been, this guy looked like a wrestler or something. That was merely the beginning, dear Victor wasn't too inventive so he had her cuffed to the ceiling by her wrists and that alone hurt like hell. The way he occasionally gave the chains slack and let her drop a few inches before cutting it short again often left her feeling as though she'd dislocated a shoulder. Then again, he was sweet enough to distract her from that by turning her into a human punching bag. Clearly he knew enough of the human anatomy to know where not to hit but the rest was fair game to him, By the time they let her down she felt as though her ribs had shattered and pierced her organs. They had to drag her to a room that she guessed was her cell and left her laying on a mattress that they'd been kind enough to leave for her.
She counted the days by how often they gave her food and by the time a week had past she was already beginning to wear down. She gave a grunt of pain as she was dropped unceremoniously onto her 'bed', an action which did nothing but agitate her pretty much purple ribcage. As the door slammed shut and locked once more she looked across the room, sure enough, there was the food they'd left her. She smiled slightly and picked up the small stone she kept by the wall, dragging it across one of the bricks and leaving a white mark. Eight days now huh? It seemed like so much longer. She picked up the stale chunk of bread and bit into it with a slight scowl, gingerly leaning her back against the cold stone. She wondered idly, as she often did, if Kelly was looking for her. She'd been due back from her mission yesterday but Soph had a feeling she'd have come home early once Angela had called her. At least she hoped she would have, she was running out of memories to play through during her sessions with dear Vicky, it really helped to block out what was going on but she was always dimly aware of the quiet grunts of pain that echoed off of the walls. Interestingly the man seemed to avoid her head and face, probably didn't want to damage any information that could be stored in there but she was happy that she still looked vaguely like herself. It wouldn't do to go home again with a messed up nose or without a few teeth, she'd had a hard time with Kelly being hotter than her anyway. She gave a small smirk at the thought, dropping her chunk of bread back onto the plate and letting her eyes drop closed. She counted the seconds until she got to this time of day, a time where she could escape into her mind. She smiled and let the memories flood back to her..
'"You know we can't spend all day in bed." She grinned at the older girl who pouted back at her.
"I'm head girl; I can do what I want. If I say you're staying in my bed all day, you stay in my bed all day." She smirked mischievously and Soph suddenly found herself being pulled back down and pressed into the mattress, Kelly grinned down at her, resting an arm on either side of her head.
"I'm not complaining, but the girls are bound to come and interrupt." She chuckled quietly at Kelly's behaviour.
"Let them try." Her voice dropped to a dangerous whisper and she leant down, Soph found her lips captured in an agonisingly slow but deep kiss. She could get used to this, having Kelly around could be the thing to make her stay after all.'
She let herself slide down the wall until she was lying on her side on the mattress. She felt so tired but sleep escaped her most nights, she just kept her eyes closed, reliving the days when she and Kelly had spent every second together. Thinking about it now, she knew she'd loved the girl long before they'd even gone public, hell, she'd been mesmerised from the second she saw her. She pictured that moment, the head girl silhouetted in the archway, the impossibly distracting swing of her hips as she'd walked over, practically dripping elegance with each step. That chin length raven black hair framing the flawless ivory skinned face and those endless brown eyes that had met hers with a stunningly piercing gaze. That silk smooth tone that had been so full of authority yet still retained its sultry undertone and those blood red lips. Hell, she'd often wondered if Kelly's lipstick was a little excessive but one look at those lips, slightly parted, showing the permanently enticing way she ran her tongue slowly over her teeth pushed all of those thoughts straight out of her head, along with every coherent sentence and motor function. It was to these thought of Kelly that she finally managed to drift off to sleep.
According to her wall, it had been about four weeks since she'd been brought here, her arm had healed fully the other day and now she had a lovely round scar from the bullet but her wrists were getting more damaged by the day, the skin was rubbed raw and broken in places where the chains dug in. She occasionally forgot why she was even here these days; everything had become a daily routine. The ice water had replaced her morning shower and being hung from the ceiling had replaced going to work. Today was no different but she was under the water, settling into a memory about the twins last birthday, when she was suddenly let up. She shook her head to clear the water from her eyes and looked up at Vicky (as he'd been dubbed in her head) to see what the problem was. He was stood facing a man Soph vaguely recognised.
"Why have there been no results?" The man seemed annoyed at Vicky, results? Oh right! She was supposed to be telling him about MI7 wasn't she?
"She's a stubborn one Mr. Niall, but I am working as best I can without risking killing her." He seemed in a hurry to explain as Soph's head gradually cleared. This was the guy she'd spoken to when she first arrived, Mr. Niall was it? Nice name.
"You are too soft, chain her up." He barked a command at a man beside him who rushed forward to heave her to her feet, she put up no resistance, but then she didn't help either. Niall walked over to a cabinet and picked up something long, Soph's foggy mind could quite figure out what it was until he passed it to Vicky. Shit. He was going to whip her? What the hell was wrong with this guy?! She stopped herself from biting her bottom lip and raised her head defiantly, relaxing as much as possible despite the rising panic in her throat, she couldn't prevent this any more than she could prevent anything else. You could just tell them what you know... A quiet voice chimed in at the back of her mind but she shoved it back out of her head. She wouldn't betray anyone, she'd sworn never to do such a thing and she always kept her promises. The back of her shirt was ripped open and Vicky seemed to pause.
"Looks like someone beat me to it..." He sounded mildly confused and Niall walked around to have a look.
"Got a few scars back here darlin', been through this before?" He sounded amused but Soph chuckled and shook her head, a smirk finding its way onto her face in spite of herself.
"Actually those would be from my girlfriend." She heard the slight edge of pride in her own voice and suddenly 'beardy' Niall was back in front of her again.
"Your girlfriend? Is she as pretty as you?" He grinned evilly and Soph felt a sick feeling rise in her stomach, the thoughts that must be running through this man's mind made her want to throw up. She fought against the urge to kick him and kept her smirk instead.
"Oh she is more beautiful than you can imagine. And do you know what?" She lent her head forward slightly, indicating that he should come closer.
"What?" The foolish man leant so his ear was next to her mouth and she grinned.
"She's going to kill you." She let her tone drop to a whisper and seconds after she spoke the last word she brought a knee up, hitting him squarely in the centre of his chest and causing him to drop to the floor in pain, all the wind knocked from his lungs. She looked down at him with a satisfied smirk, she would pay for that, no doubt, but it was worth it to see the bastard on the floor. She had faith she would see it again but hopefully next time he wouldn't be getting up.
Eventually they managed to get him back onto his feet and he glared at her for a second before backhanding her across the face. Soph felt her lip cut over her bottom teeth and the metallic tang of blood filled her mouth. She let her head jerk to the side and closed her eyes for a second until the sting faded. She spat the blood out onto the floor and turned back to look at him through the half dried stands of hair that had fallen into her face. Her onyx eyes glaring in his blue ones.
"Hurry up and do it already." He spat the command at Vicky behind her who, seconds later, landed the first stroke across her back. She gave a sharp gasp as the pain cut through her but she refused to cry out as she gritted her teeth and waited for the next hit. She kept her glare fixed on the man in front of her as each blow landed, she could feel streaks of something warm working their way down her back and making the edge of her trousers damp, it took a little while for her pain hazed mind to figure out it was her blood but she decided to panic about that later. Eventually beardy waved a hand for Vicky to stop and Soph let her jaw relax, it ached from being clenched so tightly but it was nothing compared to the burn of her back.
"How long before they heal?" He kept his eyes on Soph as he spoke to Vicky behind her, clearly waiting for her to do something.
"Around three weeks Mr. Niall, some are reasonably deep." He spoke up instantly and Soph winced internally, that was going to hurt for a while then...
"In three weeks do it again, until then carry on with what you've been doing. Y'hear that one darlin'? You have three weeks to give up before we do that again." He smirked at her and strode off, leaving Vicky to let her down and have her dragged back to her room. At least this time they were kind enough to drop her on her front.
A little while later a woman came in with a small box and knelt beside her, she dimly acknowledged a guard by her door holding a gun, clearly for the protection of the woman. Soph sat silently while she started cleaning the long cuts Soph assumed now littered her back.
"Why can't you just tell them what you know?" The woman spoke quietly and Soph turned to look at her, arching an eyebrow questioningly.
"You know they won't stop until you do." She gave a sad look as she unbuttoned Soph's shirt, pulling it off of her so she could bandage her up.
"I made a promise." Soph spoke causally, there was no point denying that she knew anything these days, it was pretty obvious that wasn't going anywhere.
"Is it worth all this?" The woman sounded surprised but gave a sad smile. She was actually quite pretty, brown hair tied back into a pony tail and chocolate button eyes. Soph gave a painful chuckle.
"I would have told them already if it wasn't." The woman laughed quietly and tied the bandage off.
"Try to avoid lying on your back or moving around too much for the next couple of days, give them time to close up properly. I will tell Victor that he needs to leave you for a day or two if he wants to prevent them getting infected." She had a slightly professional air to the way she spoke that reminded Soph slightly of Kelly's 'head girl' voice. She nodded once with a slight smile.
"Thank you...?" She tilted her head questioningly and the woman smiled.
"Denise, but everyone calls me Dee." She held out her hand and Soph winced slightly as she reached out and took it briefly.
"Sophie, but everyone calls me Soph." They shared a breif grin and Soph let her take her hand back.
"Well rest up Soph, you need to take all the chances you get." She stood up and Soph smiled slightly.
"Thank you Dee. I'm sure you'll be patching me up a lot in the future." She smirked slightly as the woman nodded and turned to leave, taking her guard with her. As the door slammed shut Soph let out a long breath and fell to the side, bringing her knees up to her chest as her eyes stung from the pain in her back. Where the hell was Kelly? She couldn't put up with another one of those in three weeks; it was only her stubbornness that had kept her from crying out this time. She squeezed her eyes tight shut and felt two tears get pushed out. This was too much. She could take pain but this was a whole new level, this wasn't a punch from Taylor, Andrea, Bianca or Zoe in fight club, or landing a hit across Roxy's jaw and splitting her knuckles. This was torture, plain and simple. By hell, all she wanted right now was Kelly. To be home and away from all this. A deep breath steadied her slightly and thoughts of Kelly filled her mind. She would come and help her. Nothing would stop her. Kelly would come and they would leave together. If nothing else would do it, her trust in Kelly would get her through this. No matter what they may throw at her.
See what I mean? There really must be something evil sat in my head like 'hehehe time to be cruel to a character.' Her trust in Kelly is kind of sweet though right? ^_^
