She hit the ground hard, and blood ran down the cement from her head.
Her father reached up to touch the gash on his face, and then looked at his
daughter, then back to Zidane.
"I'll punish you for this!" he hissed at him.
"You bastard!" Zidane yelled, rushing and leaping at the man, tackling him to the ground.
"Zidane? Boss! I heard Zidane!!" Blank yelled, suddenly appearing in the doorway at the top of the stairs. He bounded down the stairs and shoved the man away from Zidane and into a wall, banging his head sharply. Blank grabbed Zidane's arm to help him stand.
"God Zidane, we thought you were dead. How long have you been here?" "Three years. How'd you find me?"
"We were upstairs robbing the joint. We thought the guy was asleep when we heard all the noise, then I heard you yel-"
He was cut off by a scream.
The man had a knife at Ellie's throat, holding her in front of him. Blood ran down her cheeks and mixed with her tears, her eyes wide in terror. Zidane crouched, ready to attack, but the man pressed the knife harder against her neck, making one drop of blood run down the blade. She hissed in pain as the blade stung at her neck
"Don't move!" he yelled at them. They both took a step back.
Cinna appeared at the top of the stairs, shouting quickly.
"Guards are coming! Move it Blank!" he yelled, then disappeared again. It was just enough of a distraction. Ellie grabbed her father's wrist and pulled it away from her neck, elbowing him and kicking him away from her. They began to struggle, 14 years of training his daughter to fight now turning against him. Zidane leapt at the two and began trying to pull him off of her. But he was still too weak, and was kicked in the chin with the man's heel and staggered backwards, dizzy from the hit. He felt blood running from his chin as he saw Ellie suddenly turn towards her father and punch him square in the face, putting the force of her whole body into it. He fell to the ground, coughing and groaning.
"Now Zidane! Shit!" Blank yelled, grabbing the back of Zidane's shirt and turning to drag him up the stairs.
"C'mon El!" he shouted over his shoulder, trying to see if she was following. She was turning toward him and started to take a step when she was pulled down, her father gripping her ankle. She fell hard, catching herself on her hands, and turned to look down at her feet.
"Little bitch!" he hissed at her, his hands moving up to her calf. She growled, anger overcoming her. She brought her other foot up and kicked the side of his face as hard as she could, realizing that unless she escaped now, she may not live to see the sun again. But his grip never lessened.
"Ellie!" Zidane yelled from the top of the stairs, Blank overpowering him and hoisting him up the stairs. She turned to look up at him, her jaw clenching. They were at the top of the stairs, and Blank pushed him into the house and slammed to door behind him.
"Hey! Zidane!" Blank whispered from around the corner. He was back in that dark corner of Treno, leaning against the building that had been his prison for so long. He turned towards where the voice had come from.
"It's show time. Let's make this quick."
"I'll punish you for this!" he hissed at him.
"You bastard!" Zidane yelled, rushing and leaping at the man, tackling him to the ground.
"Zidane? Boss! I heard Zidane!!" Blank yelled, suddenly appearing in the doorway at the top of the stairs. He bounded down the stairs and shoved the man away from Zidane and into a wall, banging his head sharply. Blank grabbed Zidane's arm to help him stand.
"God Zidane, we thought you were dead. How long have you been here?" "Three years. How'd you find me?"
"We were upstairs robbing the joint. We thought the guy was asleep when we heard all the noise, then I heard you yel-"
He was cut off by a scream.
The man had a knife at Ellie's throat, holding her in front of him. Blood ran down her cheeks and mixed with her tears, her eyes wide in terror. Zidane crouched, ready to attack, but the man pressed the knife harder against her neck, making one drop of blood run down the blade. She hissed in pain as the blade stung at her neck
"Don't move!" he yelled at them. They both took a step back.
Cinna appeared at the top of the stairs, shouting quickly.
"Guards are coming! Move it Blank!" he yelled, then disappeared again. It was just enough of a distraction. Ellie grabbed her father's wrist and pulled it away from her neck, elbowing him and kicking him away from her. They began to struggle, 14 years of training his daughter to fight now turning against him. Zidane leapt at the two and began trying to pull him off of her. But he was still too weak, and was kicked in the chin with the man's heel and staggered backwards, dizzy from the hit. He felt blood running from his chin as he saw Ellie suddenly turn towards her father and punch him square in the face, putting the force of her whole body into it. He fell to the ground, coughing and groaning.
"Now Zidane! Shit!" Blank yelled, grabbing the back of Zidane's shirt and turning to drag him up the stairs.
"C'mon El!" he shouted over his shoulder, trying to see if she was following. She was turning toward him and started to take a step when she was pulled down, her father gripping her ankle. She fell hard, catching herself on her hands, and turned to look down at her feet.
"Little bitch!" he hissed at her, his hands moving up to her calf. She growled, anger overcoming her. She brought her other foot up and kicked the side of his face as hard as she could, realizing that unless she escaped now, she may not live to see the sun again. But his grip never lessened.
"Ellie!" Zidane yelled from the top of the stairs, Blank overpowering him and hoisting him up the stairs. She turned to look up at him, her jaw clenching. They were at the top of the stairs, and Blank pushed him into the house and slammed to door behind him.
"Hey! Zidane!" Blank whispered from around the corner. He was back in that dark corner of Treno, leaning against the building that had been his prison for so long. He turned towards where the voice had come from.
"It's show time. Let's make this quick."