Charlie was staring down the barrel of a gun aimed right at her, by the notorious killer of the Monroe Republic, Strassuer. The man who had hunted down her and Danny. A hitman, a type of man who flourished once the blackout happened. A kind of person who just needed a reason to let his evil out. The tension in the air was thick, one wrong move and someone was going to die, and Charlie was going to make sure it wasn't Danny.
"No please don't I'll help you!" Rachel screams tears rolling down her face.
"Mom don't!" Charlie snaps, angered that her mom would give in. She wasn't afraid to die for Danny and for whatever her mother was keeping from Monroe. Her father died fighting against this madman.
"Don't hurt her! Please Bass I'll help you!" Rachel cries out, years of emotions flooding out after seeing her two children alive for the first time since she left them.
Through all the tension and chaos stand the general, Monroe barely hears what Rachel is screaming about. He is fixated on the young girl standing in front of him Charlotte, or Charlie as she likes to be called. This young girl probably no older than 20 is staring down his best man, his most intimating man next to him of course and she isn't even blinking she's ready to die for the sake of her family. She is beautiful, but not in a fragile way, no she is tough. A life after the blackout will do that to you. She looks just like Rachel but the fire in her blue eyes is the same as Miles. She's a fighter, a warrior. A vixen. Monroe smiles at his mind runs through with devious thoughts.
"Good, Rachel, see it wasn't that hard, you just needed the right motivation." He practically purrs with satisfaction, smiling starring at Charlie. "Lock them up, put Rachel back to work now. And Rachel do not keep me waiting any longer." A final threat, one that means more to Rachel then she could have ever imagined.
Rachel nods and all three are pushed out of the room. Rachel is pushed the opposite direction of her children, watching them go hoping they will be okay, and cursing Monroe. That evil man to bring her children into this.
Danny is thrown into a small cell; Charlie enters the cell shortly after and falls onto her brother.
"Charlie are you okay?"
Charlie sighs and gets off her brother.
"I'm fine Danny."
Charlie lends a hand to Danny helping him up. Once both are upright Danny engulfs his sister into a tight hug. The act causes Charlie to smile hugging her brother equally tight back.
"I knew you would come for me."
"Always."
Before the two even had a chance to look around this imprisonment for a way to escape, the cell door is slammed open. Both Charlie and Danny break away to see who enters, Charlie positions herself in front of Danny with a sense of hate consumes her as none other than Monroe walks in, with his all-black suit and a smug smile on his face.
"Ah, what a happy family reunion, unfortunately it can't last. I'm afraid I'm going to have to separate you two." Monroe advises as he enters the cell.
"No, you can't do this!" Danny protests behind his sister.
Monroe gives him a warning glare. Already annoyed by the young Matheson, his attention solely is on Charlie, who hasn't let her eyes leave his. A wild look in her eyes, like a tiger cornered, ready to strike at him moment protecting her family. That is the main reason he cannot allow the siblings to be together. She would do anything and everything to protect her brother. And this will cause problems. Something he cannot allow, not with everything he has planned, ignoring the protests Monroe grabs Charlie by the arm.
"I think we should put you where I can keep a watchful eye on you."
Monroe smiles, as she glares at him.
"Go to hell" Charlie spits back at him trying to pull herself away, with no success.
Monroe laughs at her fight, he was going to have fun with her, such a spit fire. Monroe practically drags Charlie out of the cell ignoring Danny's protests.
Two of his men come in to hold Danny back, the young man putting up an admirable fight for his sister, until one of his men hits him in the stomach doubling him over, the wind knocked out of him, and gasping for air.
"NO STOP! HE HAS ASTHMA!" Charlie cries out fighting harder against Monroe's grip.
Not wanting his incentive for Rachel to finish her work to go out the door Monroe stops.
"Call the doctor to give him medication for his asthma, and do not let it happen again!" He yells at his men who stan in slight fear of their ruthless leader. "Come now Charlotte, he will be taken care of" He whispers in her hair.
"Danny please remember your breathing exercises, it'll be okay. I'll come for you" Charlie calls out as Monroe resumes separating the two.
Monroe is amazed at that she is worrying about her brother instead of herself, and she even sounds calm. She wouldn't feel this calm if she knew what was going to happen. The thoughts of what he had planned was causing him to pick of the pace of the two as he led her away from the cells, up the stairs to the upper level, his level. He watches her from the side of his eyes, he sees how she registers how the environment looks, no longer in a dirty dungeon but in a upper level of what seems to be a mansion, his fortress.
They walk past countless paintings, some of him, but mainly priceless artwork he was able to save from museums from thugs trying to destroy history. Monroe can feel Charlie muscles tense and he looks in her direction, he sees the reason why. He can see the color in her face drop, see the pulse in her neck beating loudly. The reason, a painting of Miles.
"That was painted shortly after we took control and had the republic." He stated standing next to her.
Charlie snorts at the information given.
"Surprised you still have it up since he's tried to kill you. And probably will kill you since you have me."
It was now Monroe's turn to snort at the comment, turning to look at her, he laughed in her face.
"I count on him trying."
He begins to lead her down a hallway of doors only opening the last door, it is a huge bedroom, with the biggest bed Charlie has ever seem, the room is covered with wooden furniture and in warm red velvet colors.
"Like my room?"
Short chapter, I had to cut it short, so I could add proper rating/ warning to the next chapter
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