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Chap. 7
Bang...A pause...Bang...A miss...Bang...Out of bullets. The shots of the bullet echo off the stone walls. Feet pound the ground out of the darkness of the room. Swiftly, into the darkness a leg swigs in a three hundred sixty degree motion. The one with the gun lands with a thump.
She has him now.
She whips out her sliver that was held at the pocket of her brown combat boots. She pins the victim. She holds it to her target's throat. The lights come back on she backs off her target. She smirks slyly at her target, "I won that time." She lends her hand.
The 'target' grabs her hand, and pulls her to the cement floor. She kicks, but he straddles her down, "I don't think, so squirt." He gives an innocent smile as to what he has done.
She struggles from his grip making a hissy fit over being confined. She felt encaged. She hated that feeling more than anything. It made her feel suffocated. She didn't like the feeling of claustrophobia. It didn't suit her. She felt as if her breath was being suck out of her in her cramp space that she was in at the moment. She screams. It was a pitch one that would make glass brake. Shatter even.
He practically jumps off her slim body, and she silences her screaming, "What your problem? Geez, remind me to buy ear buds next time."
He was about to yell at her once more until a perfectly polished man step through the open door. They became very still, and silent. For if they were to step out of line….Smack! A hard slap would penetrate their faces, and leave a visible red mark that left stinging like a bee. His footsteps were loud on the cold cement making them echo off the walls.
His face was plain, and his lips were slim, but venom could be spoken through them. He is inches away from their faces, "What was that?" He snarled, making that venom come out of his slim lips.
"Training, like usual, of course." She states, not being afraid of his power over her. She had been there for what had seemed her whole life. She had been around his power over her for all her life. She was not afraid of him. To her he was a coward. A cruel, selfish, coward, who needed to die.
He pulls out his hand grabbing the top of her head pulling her strawberry colored hair up to his despicable face, "Do think I look stupid, Ariadne?" She decides to take up for herself by spitting in his face. He let her go wiping the spit off his un-amused face. He snarls at Ariadne, "You little ungrateful girl!" Smack! She should have seen it coming from his glowing enrage green eyes.
She expects more, but instead he turns to the boy, Marcus, who Ariadne has only known for a few days now. Marcus had become a friend to her, because she was all alone just like him. He had found Marcus the same way he found Ariadne, roaming the streets as an innocent child alone with no one in the world to care for him. Ariadne known just how he felt, but he would only feel worse coming to a place like this.
Ariadne stomach tells her that something is about to happen, but she'd known that she wouldn't be able to stop it, "Ariadne, is this boy losing your focus?" He asked tilting his head, grabbing Marcus's throat. She could tell that his grip was tightening every inch.
"No, he's not. I promise you he's not." His grip tightens, and she cries out, "He's not! He's not! I can do better, I promise!" Marcus's face starts to turn red, "Stop it, stop it, stop it!" She screams out.
He smiles at Ariadne, "Oh, dear, Ariadne I do believe you are lying through your teeth. This boy is making you lose your focus I won't have it!" Marcus's face is now a plum color that is reaching out for Ariadne.
Now this scares her to lose someone that had begun to be her friend. Losing someone to talk to. Losing her freedom, but she already lost that years ago, "Stop!" She yelled, she can feel her own self collapsing into a fainting spell.
"Sorry, my darling, I just can't have it…"
Marcus's body is slumped and Ariadne is still screaming for him to stop.
# # #
Her eyes open widely, and stare out beyond the trees to the city. She freezing, but is alive that's all that matters. She stretches her stiff arms from the tree she slept in all night long. Her stomach aches from hunger pains she shushes her rib showing belly. How many days has it been since her freedom? A week, a couple of days, she just knew it seemed like a blur.
She clutches one of the branches above her she then lifts both her legs, and flips them onto the branch like cat. She looks below what is called 'Central Park' to find her an innocent fool with some spare change in his wallet. She spots out a boy who would probably have at least a twenty in his back pocket enough to buy her some good food. She slips down each of the branches before the boy can the tree she's in.
She doesn't consider it stealing she consider it surviving.
# # #
Private needed to step up his A-Game. He was behind, far behind. He wasn't but a mile away from the H.Q., and most importantly his own team. He could practically feel them closing in on him. Private was behind for two reasons. One, he had to pack of the essentials sense he wouldn't have Rico ability to. Two, he went the wrong way, instead of heading towards the city he almost walk right into the zoo. Smart move he knows.
He also tried not to seem suspicious, but putting his collar up, also with his sunglasses on in the early morning in the day, and a baseball cap. He seemed T-totally suspicious to anyone he'd crossed, of course, Private didn't think that.
# # #
She shifts to his left passing him by reaching for his pockets…Her wrist taken in one movement has been move to her throat. She feels choked once again, but this time it's happening fast. Reminding herself of the way Marcus's body was strangled to death. Well, isn't this poetic...She cranes her neck to peak at the boy she was planning on stealing from. His face reminds Ariadne of Marcus's too much. Maybe it might have been the way he was holding Ariadne, but it felt more than that. It was like she was supposed to meet him…
His lips are frowning, "Sorry."
His voice has an accent. At least that's what she catches before she blackout. A British boy, Ariadne thinks, that's new…
Alright guys tell me what you think of my OC, and what your hoping to see from her! Reviews would be awesome! XD
-AdorkABLE Pearl