Chapter 6:She-ila be Running
I might have made a mistake when I said Vaas would be coming in chapter eight. See for yourself. Excuse Errors I was in a hurry to write this. I didn't want to keep you guys waiting to long. Mirabella goes Savage this chapter to.
Chapter 6: She-ila be Running
I woke up with pain all over my body, my ears were numb along with my dry throat. My eyes flashed open, my breath hitching at the realizations of where I was. I could feel cloth underneath me, I was on a twin size bed my tank top was gone leaving me in my bra and pants. The ceiling was of moldy wood and the walls from what I could see where damaged immensely by water stains. A pink and blue light partnered at the ceiling shedding a dim colored light across the room. I attempted to sit up but felt rope run against my wrists and ankles when I had tried. I was tied down to the bed post, panic spread over me as I struggled furiously from my place, but the binds only cut further into my wrists.
"Help!" I called shakily, trying to steady my breathing as best I could. Soon I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Sheila, your awake! I was getting worried." It was that man from before who had knocked me unconscious, he walked over to the side of the bed and sat down placing a hand on my bare knee, I then realized pants were all ripped and torn, I wished I had realized that before.
"Stay the FUCK away from me you SON OF A BITCH!"
"The language Sheila, it's uncalled for."
"Let me the fuck go!"
"Now... Sounds like I am going to have to teach you some manners." He sound up and walked out of my line of vision, coming back into it with a large knife in his hand.
"FUCK no!" I shouted, struggling from the binds as he came closer and closer, my eyes widened when I felt the tip of the blade against my abdominal. The cold metal sending unwanted shivers across my body.
"What should I put here?" He asked amused, I froze completely every limb on my body went stiff. "Something that will scar? Huh? Would you like that?" He hissed at me, I gulped turning my head away and biting my bottom lip. He pressed the knife into my skin, blood burst from the small incision and started sliding down my hip. I winced shaking intensely from my binds, tears starting to form on the corner of my eyes. "Tell me your name." He ordered before pulling the knife away and bringing the tip of the blade to his tongue.
"M-Mira... Bella."
"Mirabella, unique." He turned and left y line of sight again."I like it. Where are you from?"
"I was... B-Born here."
"Interesting. I haven't seen you around."
"That's because I left when I was sixteen." His face contorted to complete annoyance.
"Then why the bloody fucking hell would you come back?" He spat, droplets of spit fell onto my forehead and rolled down my temple. I grew very depressed by this question, I was going through all this because I wanted to see him again, I missed this life- well not exactly 'this life'. When I was on my way here, getting captured and tortured wasn't exactly what I had in mind. So I guess I had only one reason I came here...
"For Love..." I answered breathlessly, looking away with sadness. He then moved to quickly sit back down on the edge of the bed smiling down at me.
"Do tell."
"He was..." Defiance came over me, I wasn't going to allow him to know anything, that is my personal life! I glared over at him barring my teeth angrily. "I am not telling you shit, Aussie!" I shouted at him, he chuckled placing the blade on my abdominal again, the same place as before.
"Don't even-" He started pushing it into the same incision as before, I bit sharply onto my lip till it split and the knife started going in further, my back pushing down against the mattress to move away from the pain. "Fuck!" I shouted angrily, tears shedding from my eyes, I continued to struggle from the binds vigorously.
"I won't stop until you answer!" He answered briskly, I hook my head as the knife started to spin instead go in further, making a small circle indent on my skin.
"MOTHER FUCKER!" I whimpered lightly, my lip shaking and a blood droplet trailing down my mid lower lip.
"Answer!" My eyes widened at a loud snap, he froze, I looked over to my left hand to find the broke from my struggling. He looked over at the rope, obviously looked surprised by the fact he had tied the rope to the bed right enough. I close my eyes arching my body forward and throwing all my weight into my left fist which slammed across his face. He slid of the bed, dropping the knife on the covers. He laid on his knees beside the bed holding his right eye, I grabbed the knife and started to cut the binds. I managed to cut my right hand free before he rose up and hoped onto my waist, straddling me onto the bed, when I realized he was in nothing but blue boxers.
"Naughty, Naughty Bitch!" He stated amused with a large grin on his face despite the fact his right eye was shut from the force of my blow. He pinned my shoulders down in which I took the opportunity to enact the move Vaas had taught me. I placed my hands on his shoulders and dug my thumbs into the creases of his neck where pressure points were. His arms gave out on him and he fell onto me, his nose touching mine and his alcohol breath causing me to cough. I then pushed him over off the bed before he could react, grabbing the knife I dropped beside my head and pushing torso up to quickly rip at the ropes. I freed my ankles just when he had risen and swung his arm around connecting his elbow to my nose. My torso flew back and my face cringed up, my nose starting to pour blood, in which I had dropped the knife between my legs, he chuckled in his throat lowly before snatching it and placing it at my neck and straddling me. I grabbed his wrist while his free hand palmed my wound causing my back to arch and press to his body. "So the kitty wants to play?!" He stated gleefully as though nothing had happened, this man was crazy. The knife moved down from my neck and hovered over my collarbone. "I prefer to be a bit closer." He moved his nose to touch mine again and I calmed my breathing to keep from engaging his stench of a breath. I stared into his blue eyes with mine and soon took in a deep breath, holding it.
"So do I MOTHER FUCKER!" I pulled my knee up to connect straight between his legs, causing him to howl with pain, I flipped him from me onto the ground. My adrenaline gave me a jolt and I jumped from the bed onto my bare feet with no pain. I sprinted to the stairs, he stood up.
"Get back here!" He shouted with anger in his tone this time, I patted my way up the stairs with ease. Slamming the door open and entering a small room with a wooden desk and a chair beside the door. I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs and I panicked, running as fast as I could to the door and opening it.
The night was young and a hard rain had made the dry ground muddy. He came up at the entrance to the stairs and stared at me as I stared out the door.
"Now Sheila, we can talk about th-" I raised my hand along with my middle finger and I spat onto his desk running out the door. The rain hitting my skin and immediately making me drenched. I took in a heave of a breath, my feet clumping into the mud, I started to run, he showed up at the door. "Your going to die out there!" He yelled, I continued to run as fast as I could. I went running to the only place I knew was safe... I hoped was safe and that when I went there they would accept me again. I ran through the hard rain for what felt like hours, the pains all over my body starting to return as my adrenaline came down.
The entrance to the village was revealed when I saw the sign, 'Amaniki Village'. I didn't stop running until I passed several shanties and made my way to my parents. It was far off across from the entrance of the building. I passed by wet tables and bowls full of rain water. I was breathing heavily when I had made it to the patio of my parents shanty, the lights peaked through the wooden shutters in the front. I stepped up and leaned against the column at the front, I felt tears coming on, but stifled them back as best I could.
I grabbed the brass handle of the door, turning it and pushed lazily into the shanty. When I looked across the door and at the round table of the kitchen... I mentally froze, all my limbs went numb, and my eyes stayed slightly hung... It was Vaas.