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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 25, 2009 17:42:38 GMT -8
Sara pulled herself out of the cab looking up at the door to her apartment. It was good to be home... She handed the driver the money through his front window and glanced one more time at the clock on his dash board. Midnight. Wow. That was late. She turned away from the cab, walking up the steps to the front entrance.
She was home. Finally. She had only been gone for a few weeks, but the hell she had gone through made it feel like an eternity. She wondered at how she had gotten through it all as she pushed her keys into the lock, and pushed the door in. She couldn't wait to get inside and see Travis. She was scared he was gone, and needed to clear her mind, actually seeing him there, in her home. They had talked while she was in treatment, but she was still scared. Yes, the treatment... For her drug addiction.
Sara had become addicted to a drug that had been given to her weeks earlier by a walking mountain named Katsuri. She had decided, after nearly losing Travis, to go into treatment for the addiction. Almost a month later, here she was, back home. The treatment had been hell at first, but she had been right in choosing her uncles friend. She really shouldn't have come home yet, but she had figured it was time. After looking at what was in her system, the doctors had told her that she was never going to completely get over the symptoms of withdrawal, and would always, on some level, crave the drug. And Sara felt it was better to suffer it out back home with Travis, then stay away any longer. So she had caught a plane home earlier then expected, and come home as soon as possible.
She reached her door and put the keys into the lock, letting herself into the apartment. She dropped her bags in the hallway, walking straight to her room and pushing open the door. It was dark, but she made her way to her bed apprehensively and pulled herself onto the edge, feeling forward with her hand for Travis.
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Post by valekin on Feb 25, 2009 18:10:12 GMT -8
Click.... click click.
And then the locks on front door gave way to the front door to the ground floor apartment. It wasn't just one man breaking into the apartment. Many men were watching the place. The man that broke in (Valekin) moved about the living room area. All was clear, the man checked the kitchen. Nothing out of the ordinary. The man left the kitchen, and proceeded down the hallway. He checked the bathroom, no one. Then he checked the second bedroom, nothing.
Then the first bedroom. Opening the door silently, there was someone moving about in the room, getting into bed. This was going to be easy. Even though it was dark, he could tell the figure was female from the silhouette, and the way she moved, even though she was tired.
The man started to move towards her as stealthily as possible. He had a black body suit on and a face mask. It was pretty much impossible to tell who it was. The only distinguishing factor were the claws and gauntlets. And it wasn't like she's ever met him before.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 25, 2009 18:41:16 GMT -8
Sara felt around the bed, but didn't feel him anywhere. She sighed and pushed herself off the bed flicking on the bedside lamp. She sat there, feet dangling off the side. He was gone. Well that wasn't good... Where was he? Now she was nervous. This... sucked. This was going to keep her up all night. She wouldn't be able to sleep until she talked to him. But then again... She didn't want to seem to overeager either. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and pushed herself to her feet. She would just be patient. Text him or something and let him know she was home.
She wanted to cry as she walked back out into the hallway to grab the bags she had dropped. He had promised he would be here, and he wasn't... She pulled her bags into her room and opened them on the floor. Wait. Maybe he was in her uncles room? She ran out into the hall and opened his door, flicking on the light. Nope. She flicked the switch back down and went back into her room. She pulled out her "comfy pants" from her bags, which where a pair of pants she had claimed as her pajamas because they were so loose and comfortable. She quickly changed into them and dropped her clothes on top of the suitcase. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a clean tank top to sleep in and flicked off the light to her room. She then walked into the bathroom.
She finished her nightly routine in the bathroom, and walked into her room looking around the dark space. Ya. Even without Travis (which sucked might she add once more) it was still nice to finally be home. She grabbed her cell phone from the pocket of her pants and stood in the center of the room sending a text to Travis to let him know she was home.
Heyy, It's Sara. Im back early, where are you? Call me!
She closed the phone and made her way to the bed, walking carefully so she didn't knock into anything. A shadow moved out of the corner of her eye. Nothing special. Something felt off though. That was weird. It was like the hair on the back of her neck standing up. She turned quickly, thinking she saw something or someone. But it was to dark. She was probably just being stupid. But just in case... "Travis...?"
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Post by valekin on Feb 25, 2009 18:49:29 GMT -8
"Not Travis....Dragon."
Three words, and then the man moved at her throwing a hard right punch straight for her head. He was going to take her out in the first hit so that she wouldn't struggle too much. The more quickly she would get knocked out, the easier it would be to transport her and use her for bait.
That was the goal.
She was bait, simple as that.
Perhaps he should have used some chloroform on her before things go nasty. But Valekin felt like making a mess, possibly. If there were signs of a struggle, it most certainly would be more traumatic and dramatic. Drama was one of the things that drove good news. A girl stolen right out of her own home. That's drama. The home was torn to shreds, nothing was left intact except the maybe the ceiling. That's drama. No one's safe in this world.
Not a soul.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 25, 2009 19:12:47 GMT -8
"Not Travis....Dragon."
Sara froze. This had to be some sort of joke. Please let it be a joke... The punch connected with her cheek, pain exploding in her face and head. She dropped to the ground landing on her back. He had hit her hard. She was dazed and confused. She had no clue what was happening. So it wasn't Travis? What had he said? Dragons? It was the Dragons?
She rolled onto her side, knowing she needed to move. She needed to run. Sara had no intention of fighting, she needed to just get away for now, get her bearings. She would push herself onto her feet in a low crouch making her way quickly towards the door, skirting along the walls. She had no clue where he was, and didn't much care. She just needed to get out. Her eyes searched the darkness, trying to make out anything that would help her figure out where he was. If she couldn't see him, he couldn't see her right?
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Post by valekin on Feb 25, 2009 19:58:38 GMT -8
He felt his punch connect, and heard her body hit the floor. He waited for the sounds of her moving, and then moved towards her, a solid kick was directed at the moving silhouette, it would hit her right in the hip. Maybe he wanted to trash the place, or maybe he wanted her to fight back. But there was no escape for her. The place was surrounded by his men. The street was blocked off by cops because of a few staged accidents.
There wasn't any help coming, and there wasn't any getting out of the apartment. She could scream and scream. But what if the cops that came were on his side too? What if they just wore the blue, and the shield?
What if?
What if that kick connected and sent her hard into the dry wall?
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