Willow Schnee awoke in a strange land with a half bottle of Atlan Vodka. She looked around, seeing only ruined skyscrapers and collapsed storefronts. She kept a strong grip on her bottle as she walked around. She felt something knock against her heels. She looked down to see a human skull. The Schnee Matriarch didn't fully realize the gravity of her situation due to her drunken stupor.
"Eh, just some dumb prop I bet," she spoke out loud. She stumbled forward, walking around in what looked to be a ruined supermarket. Willow grabbed a rusty shopping cart and walked through the barren aisles. "Is this place sold out of everything?" she asked. The sorrowful mother soon found herself in the alcohol aisle. She found a single bottle of white wine, picking it off of the shelf. She took a final swig from her vodka and threw the empty bottle in the metal cart, a loud clanging as it hit the metal basket on wheels. She then grabbed a corkscrew to open the bottle. Just as she got it in the cork Willow felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see five less-than reputable men in some sort of scrap metal armor encircling her.
"Well, Well, well, what do we have here? A cute little screw by the look of it!" their leader said as he started to grope Willow.
"C-can you please l-let me go?" she asked, only for the man to move his hands from her breasts to her loins.
"I'm afraid that's not an option dear," he snickered.
'No. Not like him, not like Jacque! I'm not going to be another man's slave!' she thought as tears rolled down her cheek.
"Now don't try anything sudden, or else there might be an unfortunate accident," the leader said as his four goons pointed their weapons at the Schnee Matriarch. She continued to weep as the man licked her cheek, the roughness of his tongue felt by Willow. She began to shake in fear for her dignity. She would only have to endure it for a few more moments.
Three bullets broke out from the nearby windows, killing three of the lackeys. "Shit! Ambush! You, help me get this bitch in the car!" the leader ordered his subordinate as he pulled out a small pistol and pointed it under her chin. "If you scream," the leader whispered in her ear. "I'll kill you, understand?" he asked.
The captured Schnee nodded her head as her body continued to shake. She was dragged to a beat up, rusted convertible and thrown in the back, then tied her up. "Krimp, sit in back to keep an eye on her, we don't want this little cutie getting away," the leader smiled with his rotten teeth on full display.
Just as he turned on car, the leader's head was blown open, blood and braid spraying over the interior of the car. Another bullet shot through the windshield, missing Krimp but a few inches.
There was a sudden thumping from the roof of the car as a gloved hand punched through the window, grabbing the bastard subordinate by the throat, throwing him onto the concrete pavement, his body being crushed by the sheer force of the throw. Willow could only scream in terror as the person who just killed her captors stood before her.
His silence only further terrorized the Willow. He stood a few inches taller than Jacque, covered head to toe in heavy, thick furs. He wore a jet black mask with red lenses where the eyes would be. He tore off the doors to the car and dragged her out of the car's backseat and untied her.
For some reason, she didn't run. Everything her body was telling her was to run, to get away from this man. But maybe it was because he had killed her captors, maybe it was because he wasn't bashing her brains in, but for whatever reason, Willow Schnee didn't run.
He extended a hand and spoke to her for the first time. "Are you ok?
Ok, so here's the deal, I'm still writing The Phoenix. However I've really taken a liking to Willow as a character, and so I'm writing this now. I hope you all enjoyed this! There's a good chance I'll write more.