Stay Away! ( Mischa )

[Kevala Badoer]

~*~*~*~*~*Friday 8:30 P.M*~*~*~*~*~

I[/size]t was getting late, but Kevala had gotten caught up in work at her studio, just like she did every Friday night. She never got out of here until about 8:45 or 9:00 in the evening. It was her one day a week that she could really get the time to do all the work she fell behind on during the week while school and everything else was going on.

Letting out a soft sigh, she looked about the studio, she knew there was something else she needed to do, but she could not remember for the life of her. Grumbling softly to herself, she headed into the back of the room..It was the area she used as her dark room...She needed to finish up one more set of photos she had taken at the park earlier that week and then she could be on her way home....Mischa had a job tonight so it was not like she could stop by there.....Which was fine...Gave her time to unpack the rest of her things at the cabin and get settled in.

Shutting the curtain, she turned her attention to the film she had to deal with....About 15 minutes had passed when the chime of the front door sounded.....Her brow raising slightly though she was unable to stop at the moment to go and see who it was. So instead she simply yelled out..sure that it was somebody who assumed she was still open....

You locked the door didn't you? How the hell would they be getting in. You need to be careful.

Nonsense. You always forget to lock that door. Just tell them you are closed and finish this..It is too important to mess up.

Shaking her head to clear the chatter she would yell out loud enough that whoever it was could hear her from where she was at.

"I am sorry. But we are closed. You can come back Monday. We open at 4 P.M until 7 P.M.."

She then returned to her work...Not really worried..At the moment all her good art was locked away in the safe room she had installed..So there was not much they could make off with.

She them moved the page into the developing solution, eyes falling over it as it started to form a picture...focusing on the details............................................

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~*~*~*~*~*Saturday 3:25 A.M*~*~*~*~*~

Gods her head hurt....and was...so...cloudy....Icy hues started to flutter open, only to be blinded by a light positioned directly above her...

Slamming her eyes shut she groaned and shook her head...What the hell happened last night? Had she gotten drunk again? Or worse...had Sasha or Katie taken over?

Her mouth so dry...she went to brush her tongue over her lips, only to find that she couldn't...She tried to move....but again she couldn't.....Everything felt so heavy, and yet she knew she was restricted...

Her mind trying to figure out just what was going on...She knew she was seated....She knew that she was in a room that was cold...she could now feel the air washing over her....She knew....

*SPLASH*

Before she could think of anything else...a blast of ice cold water ws thrown over her...causing her eyes to shoot open, despite the pain that occurred from the flood of light into her eyes....Her vision blurry as her entire form trembled....The cold air of the room combined with her now wet form, only making her that much more cold......

The sound of a male voice reaching her from off to the side, or at least that is where she placed him in her mind.....

"Wakey wakey sunshine..."

A heavy laugh escaping along with several other male tones following suit....Her eye lids again fluttering as she struggled to focus.....

Finally, she was able to get an outline of the figures that surrounded her...They were all rather large men, all of them seeming somewhat familiar...They were like the men Mischa dealt with......mob members she was guessing....

Struggling to talk, her tone came out as a soft mumble against the tape that covered her lips....

"That a girl. We need to have a little talk about your girlfriend."

The apparent leader of the group now coming up to her and grabbing a hand full of hair, jerking her head back and forcing her to look at him......His features coming into focus.....

What the hell was this all about?

What about Mischa?

Confusion ran through her mind, as did anger and a bit of fear. She could not move, she knew she had been drugged, and everything in her mind was swimming....but she still tried.....To no avail.

Gods what had she gotten herself into now?

[Mischa Badoer]

~*~*~*~*~*Friday 12:30 P.M*~*~*~*~*~

Mischa was in her Pajamas which was nothing but a tank top and a pair of booty shorts. She would have been wearing some pants, but she was in the middle of packing to move in with Kevala. It was a long process to pack so she was starting early. It was Mischa's day off so she was going to call Kevala up to see if her and the twins wanted to go to the beach or something. Right when she grabbed her phone it started vibrating and the ring tone started playing the riff of Billy Jean. Mischa looked at the caller I.D and smiled to see it was her dad.

"Hey dad!"

"Hey baby. I called for something I need you to do, kay kiddo?"

"Um...Yeah what do you want?"

Mischa moaned when he explained the job he wanted her to do. She tried talking him out of it, because after all... it was her day off and she wanted to do something with Kev... though she didn't mention Kev. No matter how much she begged he declined. Why? Because apparently she was the best one chosen for the job.

"You have so many people who are better than me why do I have to!?"

"Mischa.. you are the best for this particular job... you can probably even get home early for enough time to hang out with your little friend, Kathy...Was it Kathy? Or no.... Kevala?"

It was her father... but what he had just said scared her. She tried replaying all the conversations she had with him and she didn't remember bringing her up. "Yeah...its Kev... You..You um.. Know about her?" there was slight pause on the other side of the receiver.

"Um yeah you mentioned going to a movie with her one time. She was your best friend or something... Replaced Reira or something..." normally any daughter would put that off, but it was her father... He was Demetri's right hand man. He was way up there and it was scary. At least she couldn't dream of him hurting her in any way.

"k..Well.. Bye love you." him being a manly man he said it quickly not wanting others hearing him say those words. Now she was off to work.

~*~*~*~*~*Friday 8:52 P.M*~*~*~*~*~

She was exhausted but damn excited she was off slightly early. Yeah it was late, but she would want to go pick Kevala up and they could probably just have a night in and watch a movie. She was in the back of her limo just as she saw Kev drive by in her limo...Well she couldn't tell she was in it due to tinted windows, though Mischa recognized the license plate number. Mischa rolled down the window before they passed by and waved her hands. She watched as the limo kept going.

"Probably didn't see me..." she mumbled to herself before glancing back to the studio to see the lights on. It could have just been the driver leaving Kev after she declined his offer of picking her up.. she probably wanted to catch up on some stuff. Mischa got into the studio easily..Kev forgot to lock the door again. "Kev?!" she looked around and there was no answer. It worried her...and especially when she saw the fletching of a tranquil dart. It was a familiar colour.. but she couldn't put her finger on it....

~*~*~*~*~*Meanwhile: Vito*~*~*~*~*~

My daughter... Lied to me... that.. and lied about such a serious situation. It was wrong absolutely wrong for her to be with a girl. If anyone found out how disgraceful it can be for us. It makes me sick to think of my daughter...my little baby, having an intimate relationship with another girl. It nearly killed me to hear her voice... and the fear I felt when I brought up that girl's name. She isn't the little girl Mina and I raised.

Now they had the girl tied up. How did he find out about this girl? Well, Frank got in some hot water and let it slip about the girl. Vito thought of all the things he could do to stop this..stop his baby girl from making the wrong decisions. First was to convince Mischa to part from her and even bribe her... but he knew Mischa better. Mischa was stubborn and wasn't easy to be bribed... the girl didn't care for materials as much as she did her friends. A good example was for how long the girl had been attached to Reira's hip. Second was to kill the girl... he thought it would be a drastic measure so he didn't want to turn to it right away. So what he decided finally was to travel to America and convince the girl himself to leave Mischa alone. He hired someone to kidnap the girl and even her vehicle to make it seem less suspicious. Now all he had to do was get there.

~*~*~*~*~*Saturday 3:25 A.M*~*~*~*~*~

"Wakey wakey sunshine..." Vito leaned against a wall on the far right out of sight of the girl. He watched as Dean woke the girl up. "That a girl. We need to have a little talk about your girlfriend." Vito growled at the title Dean had given Mischa.

Vito stepped over to the girl as she started to see more clearly. "You seem like a pretty girl...." he slipped on some leather gloved with metal studs on the knuckles. "Why...Why don't you go and find yourself a boyfriend? You might as well... Mischa might come to her senses and realize the mistake she is making..." he would back hand her straight across the face to show her how he wasn't fucking around. "That wasn't a suggestion."

[Kevala Badoer]

S[/size]he watched as another man, one who seemed to have a bit more authority than she had previously thought, stepped forward. Those icy hues flickering to crimson, then to black as she struggled to get a grip long enough to use her qi to get out of this.....But whatever they had given her....kept her mind so hazed over....even the voices did not speak up......Every breath seemed heavy and it was hard to keep her eyes open........

"You seem like a pretty girl...."

She watched as he slipped on some leather gloves with metal studs on the knuckles. Another weak attempt at trying to free her hands from behind her back and feeling the rope bite into her flesh. Not that it bothered her...Kev could stand pain..It was the helplessness of the moment that scared her...

"Why...Why don't you go and find yourself a boyfriend? You might as well... Mischa might come to her senses and realize the mistake she is making..."

Then, without much warning, a heavy backhand was felt across her face, her head snapping to the side as she felt blood begin to fill the inside of her mouth...Drinking it down as not to choke, she felt her eyes trying to close once more....Only to have a firm grip upon her hair once more...jerking her head back so that again she was forced to look at the one who had just hit her.....

"That wasn't a suggestion."

She narrowed her eyes at him, watching as he nodded to the man holding her by the hair....It was then the duct tape was ripped from her mouth, and what blood she had not swallowed slid forth from the corner of her lips.....Gasping for breath she would look up at him......Seeing the expectant look in his eyes....

Leave Mischa alone?

Fuck him.....

She struggled to form the words in her mind as eyes looked about at a table nearby....syringes laying upon it with gods knew what inside them...No telling what they had or were planning on giving her.....

Yet she soon focused back on him....a weak growl escaping her as she finally managed to speak up.....her throat dry and her tone lacking the softness it always held.....

"Fuck.....you......I love her.....and she loves me...."

She coughed then, a bit of blood spilling out over her chin as she found she could not continue at this time.....What did this guy care anyways? It was not like their relationship hurt anyone.

But soon enough, the one holding her hair would let go, moving across the room to the table she had spotted moments ago....

"This one boss?"

Holding up a syringe he would then look to the other man who nodded.......

She jerked against those binds...only to feel them cut into her flesh more so now......Soon feeling the sting of the needle as it penetrated her flesh....The injection burning as he pushed down upon the plunger.......

But it did not stop...soon she felt like every nerve in her body was on fire.....yet all she did was groan lightly......Her body trembling in pain....

"Now, what were you saying?

"F..F...Fuck you...."

[Mischa Badoer]

"Fuck.....you......I love her.....and she loves me...."

Vito's nose scrunched up to hear those words. People like her were not capable of loving. Love was for people with opposing sexes... Dean let the girl's hair go and picked up the drug. He nodded when he asked of approval and he injected the girl in the neck. He didn't give her the full dose' cause that could kill her.

"Now, what were you saying?

"F..F...Fuck you...."

He leaned in close, his face inches for hers as she swiped the syringe from Dean's hand. He pressed the side of the needle to her cheek so it didn't stick her, but it gave her warning. "In this...you will find chemicals...ordinary chemicals found in ordinary household medication. Tylenol... Advil you name it." he handed the syringe to Dean and he put it back on the table. Not once had Vito moved his glance from the girl's eyes. "If you don't comply I will give you the full injection and you will die. The beauty of it all... it will look like you O.Ded... you see.. I saw your marks on your wrists..." he left her sitting on the chair and he approached the table grabbing two tools. One he showed her and the other he hid behind his back. The one she was able to see was a simple blade.

"Now I don't want to kill you before I can force you into agreeing...but I don't want to inflict damage that would tell the authority it wasn't self inflicted." He stood in front of her and couched to level with her.. the blade held up at eye level in between the two of them. "So I have a few tricks up my sleeve." and with his right hand, he would bring it out from hiding in a quick movement to hit the girl in the back of the wrist... the arm rest keeping her hand from moving and making the tool crush her wrist bone more effectively. He smiled and held it up. "Did you know Wrist banging can get you committed?" he said it in such a cheerful voice it would have sounded like he was being chummy and saying something like "did you know I gave you five dollars?!"

He looked at his watch and it was early so he thought he would call Mischa. He left them walked from the scene slightly and picked up the warehouse phone to give her a call.

~*~*~*~*~*Saturday 3:30 A.M*~*~*~*~*~

Mischa was still up... she couldn't help it... when ever she had so many things running in her head she couldn't sleep. Her fingers brushed through the feathers of the tranquil fletching and her eyes stared out the window.

The phone rang and she picked it up quickly to hear it was her dad. "Hey dad... calling a bit early..."

"Oh damn..sorry. I forgot you were in America for a second ha-ha.. I was just checkin on how you did last night."

Mischa nodded even though he wouldn't be able to see. "Yeah everything went well."

"That's my girl. I heard you got done early, did you get to visit your friend?" Mischa froze at the mentioning. She couldn't get a hold of her... she didn't know what it could have been... It could have been from her job... there was some tranquil darts being shot and one must of broke and the feather snagged on her clothes and had fallen on the studio floor when she was there.

"Um..Yeah we watched The Hitman..." there was some pause coming from her father..and it was enough to make her pause.

"That's nice. I'm glad you are opening up and making more friends that just with Reira. Don't get me wrong I like the girl, but you need to stray from the nest...Oh! I have someone I would like you to meet... His name is Dean. I think you two could hit it off."

~*~*~*~*~*Meanwhile*~*~*~*~*~

Vito watched as Dean held the girl's head up and did not inflict any damage without his permission. He didn't want the girl to be shown as obvious she had been kidnapped. Then he paused when Mischa said she hung out with Kevala. He looked over to the girl a little uncertain if he had gotten the right girl... but he knew he had he didn't mess up and she was even admitting to being in love with her... Why was Mischa lying? Then he brought up Dean... Dean was a fine man... good looking... Italian...a man.

But when he brought her up...

"No dad...I'm not interested."

His brow perked as he heard her daughter defy his word...

"I have something to tell you..."

He glared towards the girl's direction and clenched his teeth. "Yeah Kiddo...You can tell me anything..."

"I...I like..Um..I'm with Kevala... We..have been together for quite sometime....I'm sorry.."

"Ah....Well..Mischa..that is a lot to soak in...Man..Um..I want you to be careful...I don't want her leaving you or anything...I don't want my little girl to get hurt...But..I um..I have to go." he played it off as it was a lot to take in and he hung up the phone. His teeth clenched and a vain protruded from his neck and he walked towards Kevala in a quick pace.

"Listen you dirty little bitch." he wrapped his fingers around her small and fickle neck. "You disgust me... You are making it hard for me to love my own daughter...I want grand-kids...I want her to have a wedding..she can't do that with you..You are going to make her unhappy. Leave her...Or I make it look like you killed yourself!" his voice was loud and menacing. He spit while he screamed right to her face, his own turning a dark red.

"I will give you money..enough to take you anywhere...anywhere you want to be...just so long as you leave my baby girl alone! I lost my wife... I don't want to lose my only daughter either!"

[Kevala Badoer]

K[/size]evala watched as he grabbed the needle from the other man and then leaned in...his eyes locked on her own as he brushed the tip of such against her cheek.......

" "In this...you will find chemicals...ordinary chemicals found in ordinary household medication. Tylenol... Advil you name it."

Those eyes, tearing over with the pain that continued to send fire coursing through her system, continued to glare at him....Even as he continued to speak.....

" "If you don't comply I will give you the full injection and you will die. The beauty of it all... it will look like you O.Ded... you see.. I saw your marks on your wrists..."

She clinched her fists behind her back as she thought of what he was saying...Kill her? Why? What the hell was going on here?

Then he stood up, moving to place the needle upon the table as he grabbed up two objects, one a blade, she thought, her eyes still unable to focus......and the other....hidden behind his back.

"Now I don't want to kill you before I can force you into agreeing...but I don't want to inflict damage that would tell the authority it wasn't self inflicted."

He lowered himself down to her level, allowing his eyes to look into her own as he held up that blade. She did not know what was going on, but she had a really bad feeling she was going to die here tonight....She was too drugged, too out of it to use her qi.....and there was no calling Gabriel or anyone to help her.....She was on her own..in a situation she kinew nothing about.....

"So I have a few tricks up my sleeve."

Then, just like that, she felt something slam into her wrist, the bone of such breaking as it became pinned between the chair and the object he had just hit her with...Unable to stop the scream of pain that escaped her as the whole thing took her by surprise......

"Did you know Wrist banging can get you committed?"

He seemed to think he had it all under control, and then, just like that, he stepped away....looking at his watch and then moving off into the distance to make a phone call she supposed....All the while the other guy had a hold of her hair....Only daring to pat her roughly on the face each time her heavy eyelids slid shut from the drugs and the pain she now suffered.....

Though she tried not to, soon enough she felt a tear roll down her face as she trembled there in her tied up position....What was she going to do?

Soon enough he was back, and as her eyes fell shut again, another shot of cold water was dumped over her already trembling frame, her lips turning a very light blue shade as her body temp continued to decrease...Only making her weaker...and more exhausted....

"Listen you dirty little bitch."

His large fingers wrapped tightly about her slender neck.

"You disgust me... You are making it hard for me to love my own daughter...I want grand-kids...I want her to have a wedding..she can't do that with you..You are going to make her unhappy. Leave her...Or I make it look like you killed yourself!"

His face showed his anger and through the haze in her mind it all started to make sense.....This was Mischa's Father....How had he found out? What was going on here? Why was he doing this?

"I will give you money..enough to take you anywhere...anywhere you want to be...just so long as you leave my baby girl alone! I lost my wife... I don't want to lose my only daughter either!"

She coughed, trying to speak through chattering teeth and tears that continued to flow down her cheeks...more so now as she realized that indeed, she would die here tonight...because no matter what he said or offered or did.....she would never give in to his demands......

"I...I...l..love her....I...dont....n...need your money...O..or anything...I...would ra...rather die..th..than leave her.....than...h..hurt her...."

She whimpered out as her hands tried to free themselves...only to feel the pain of her broken wrist shoot up her arm....Her mind so foggy and dazed......She just...could not give in......

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa finally brought up enough courage to tell her father... but was highly disappointed on how he reacted. Kev wouldn't hurt her... and even if she did... it would be no different if Dean was to hurt her. She sat herself on the bed thinking of why her father was acting so strange. She got up and walked down to the kitchen to be slightly startled by Demetri standing at the island counter with a cup of coffee clenched in his fist.

"Hey Meems."

"Hey...Up so early?"

"Yeah I had to open the Warehouse early..."Mischa nodded understanding what they did at the warehouse. She brought many men there to interrogate...Jaus being one of them.

"Cool..Um..I got a call from dad and I finally told him!" Demetri smiled.

"Good on yeah, kiddo! I'm sure he will open up sooner or later... Oh.. and did you tell your dad that we got some extra money from the Harbor heist?"

"Oh shit no...Here I will call him now!" she picked up her phone and went through her history to retrieve his number and give him a call. She would have had his number on speed dial, but he has several cellphones so she wanted to use the one he used last 'cause that would be likely the one he was with now; though, she paused when she saw the last number wasn't any of her fathers... but the landline of the warehouse here in Long Beach. Mischa held up the phone so Demetri could see the screen. Her brows furrowed and he cocked a brow reading the number obviously not thinking much of it.

"Dad called me from this..." then Demetri puckered his lips as if in thought.

"Damn...you're smart..Well Your dad is in town for a business trip and he wanted to make it a surprise visit while he was up anyway... And the business he had involved my warehouse and he didn't want you getting involved... That's why he gave you that job..Now I don't even know what's going on in there so don't take it personally..I'm his boss and I don't know what he has planned.. so lets just wait 'til he gets here and please make it seem like you're surprised...I don't want him to scold me.."

Mischa got really excited and ran to her room to try and call Kevala once again to see if she wanted to meet her dad. He might not warm up to her right away... but she was hoping he would get over it and bury the hatchet of the fued he had with homosexuals. The phone was not answered and she felt uneasy again...and instantly she looked at the fletcher and her face was drained of all blood. She knew where it was from....It was the same colour and style of the fletcher on the standard tranquil darts anyone apart of Demetri's squad would get... No one usually used them and used their custom guns to take out big game. Mischa and a few people she worked with would only use the standard gun to take out someone who wasn't a threat.

Shit....

~*~*~*~*~*Meanwhile*~*~*~*~*~

Vito let out a scream of irritation when he heard those words from her. "You don't get it do you!? Leave Mischa...You 'killing' yourself is going to hurt her more... if you leave she will grow to get over you...if you're dead she will beat herself up because of it. She will Think she wasn't good enough for you and you had to kill yourself to escape. I know Mischa... She blames herself for her mother's death, she just never fucking admits it! Do you ever wonder why she is always so God damn happy and smiling all the time? She adapted to hiding her feelings so well she doesn't even realize what she is doing... she thinks that if she keeps optimistic and keeps people smiling than all the bad will go away...If you walk away..she will put it on her list of things to try and grow out of and be happy from it..learn... if you die... she might not recover from it."

All of this was true. Mischa joked and laughed all the time..to make up for the shit she felt like she was to blame for... and now her dad was using it against her. "So sweet cheeks.... Leave and let her get on with her life...Or die and kill her in a way you can't bury." he said, pressing the blade on the side of her forearm and started to drag it across her skin up.

[Kevala Badoer]

T[/size]ears continued to slip forth from her eyes as she bit back the urge to scream at the pain she felt coursing through every nerve ending of her body. Yet, even still.....the cold air, combined with the ice watet they continued to dump on her to keep her awake, was slowly sending her into shock.....

Her body convulsed now....trembling so heavily that it shook the chair she was tied to. Her eyes beginning to shift from blue, to crimson, to hazel and then black...Over and over.....The drugs and the shock were causing her to mind to slip and stopping the part of her that could fight off her demons she carried within her....

"You don't get it do you!? Leave Mischa...You 'killing' yourself is going to hurt her more... if you leave she will grow to get over you...if you're dead she will beat herself up because of it. She will Think she wasn't good enough for you and you had to kill yourself to escape. I know Mischa... She blames herself for her mother's death, she just never fucking admits it! Do you ever wonder why she is always so God damn happy and smiling all the time? She adapted to hiding her feelings so well she doesn't even realize what she is doing... she thinks that if she keeps optimistic and keeps people smiling than all the bad will go away...If you walk away..she will put it on her list of things to try and grow out of and be happy from it..learn... if you die... she might not recover from it."

He spoke to her like she did not know this......but Kevala could read emotions, even ones that people tried so desperately to hide.....She knew that deep down Mischa was tormented and guilty...yet Kev had never pushed the matter. Why? Because she wanted Mischa to open up on her own time...When she was ready......Those kinds of feelings were things that Kev knew all too well, and she would never force such a thing upon the woman she loved......

"So sweet cheeks.... Leave and let her get on with her life...Or die and kill her in a way you can't bury."

Then the blade of the knife pressed against her arm, dragging slowly against her flesh....followed by a warm liquidy pool of her blood.....causing it to run down her arm....

"I...If..y..y..you loved....her...s..s..so much....th..then you...would ....not...not destroy...t..the one thing...t..that makes...her happy......"

She was stubborn and she would not leave Mischa, she refused...Mischa knew how much she loved her...and she had faith that if she died then she would take that knowledge to see that it had not been because of her.....

Yet, as she finished speaking what few words she could manage, she felt that blade dig in deeper as his face reddened once more with anger and rage.....His eyes shifting upward to the other man who still held her head back by her hair and a nod was given...

Suddenly her head was released....falling forward from her lack of ability to keep it upright....Ears picking up on the sounds of shuffling coming from the table nearby...as though they were looking for something......

"Got it boss."

The lacky spoke, a sinister chuckle escaping Mischa's dad as he took a few steps away toward another table, grabbing up a file and then lowering himself down so that again he could force his gaze upon her own....Holding the file out in front of her line of sight for her to see........

"Know what this is? Its a record of every thing there is to know about you.....Every cut, every broken bone....every time you ever got into trouble in foster care.....And every mental disorder you have....all listed nicce and pretty for my viewing pleasure......."

He then stood up, nodding to the other who came forth, another injection in hand....this time the needle jamming in her arm as the entire dose was given...But it was not the same stuff...No, this was something else....something that made her mind fog over...made her more relaxed and slightly unaware of what was going on around her.....It was a drug, she knew that instantly...He was planning on getting her high and making it look like she ahd done it herself......

Does she know about all this stuff...The blood, the personalities, the regression...?

His eyes turned back to Kev as he slammed the folder onto the table and then came toward her....This time hsi hand coming ou and simply lifting her head up by her chin........

"There...isn't that better? Just had to get a fix one last time before you killed yourself....didn't you?

His thrumb strokingher cheek for just a moment before he would look into her eyes...clearly seeing she was gone..or at least mentally anyways.....for it was then that he had the other man untie her...the chair being jerked from under her as he crouched down, grabbing up her arm and pressing the blade against her arm....

At this point Kev could do nothing but lay there...groaning softly as she struggled to make senseof what was happening...His words seeming to come from so far away.....

Then, a gash was given to her upper arm...followed by another to her forearm.....

She cried out in pain though it only came out as a drugged up whimper....feeling him lift her arm to her mouth and the blood dripping into such.....

"Poor little thing. Got so drugged up and got hungry...Now...do you crink to much? Or do you just go home, recover and break it off with my daughter?"

Anptjer gash to her arm, getting cloer and closer to those scars on her wrists........Ubable to speak, she did the one thing she could....she shook her head.....No...she was not about to give up....Not yet.about to let Mischa go that easily......More water then, as her skin started to pale..Her lips a darker shade of blue now growing still as her body drew in less and less motion..

She was going to dri....But better than having to live without Mischa....se was sure of that.......

[Mischa Badoer]

She grabbed her two pistols and stuck them in a holster that was hidden by her jacket.

"I'm going to get coffee!" she called out to Demetri... scared he could hear the distress in her voice.

"Pick me one up!"

Good...

~*~*~*~*~*Meanwhile*~*~*~*~*~

Vito was basking in the pain he was giving the girl. She wouldn't comply and she deserved every last bit of it. Though now she could barely do anything. He went to grab the syringe with the drugs in it to give her the final kick until she heard the back door open. That door was hard for anyone to find so it must have had to been Mischa or Demetri and the gang.

"Dad!"

Shit....

He grabbed some duck tape and slapped it on Kev's mouth before covering her head with the black bag he brought her in with. Then he turned to see his baby girl. She grew a lot since the last time he saw her. She was sixteen the last time he saw her... now she was almost nineteen and looked like a woman. His eyes looked away from her beautiful face to see the two guns she had already up and then back to her face once again.

Her eyes red with sadness....

~*~*~*~*~*And we're back*~*~*~*~*~

She cried the whole drive to the Warehouse. She couldn't believe she was accusing her dad of taking Kev... but what other evidence did she have.. He mentioned her in a conversation when she knew she had never told him about her... she found a fletching of her companies own gun in Kevala's studio, and finally... he was in America doing a job at the warehouse he didn't want Mischa to partake in. It all lead to him and she felt stupid for not seeing it before... But yet again what do you expect from the one you called father?

She went through the back knowing dam well her dad was not always careful. Then she called out from him... She didn't get an answer back and so she kept walking to the main area where they had the chair and table. She saw someone in the chair... blood covering the body...water drenching the poor soul...the poor girl.

My Kev..

She flipped her guns with a finger and aimed at the two men that weren't her father. Just then her dad turned to look at her. Mischa's eyes were glued to Kevala sitting helpless in the chair. All the pain she felt for the girl who was suffering made her knees weak. She looked to her father...he was speechless. Without them saying a word she pulled the trigger of both guns bringing down both them men at the same time. Now her hands moved to aim the guns at her father without putting them down for a second.

"Why?"

"She would hurt you..."

"As much as you're killing me now?"

There was silence. He didn't know how to answer it, but of course chose the wrong words next. "You're young...You're stupid and you don't realize the mistake you are making with being with another girl."

"And you're so wise? You are too ignorant to see that people of the same gender can fall in love... and as far as I could see... the only mistake I made was to believe you would be in the slightest proud of me that I found someone that I love to be with...and the bigger mistake I can see...Is you trying to stop it."

Her father just stood there...angry at his daughter that still had the guns pointed at him. "Put those down and listen to me..I'm your father God Dammit."

"No..I won't...and..N-no You're not my father... He died... He died in a small pizza shop in Venice with his wife... He died and left me behind three years ago on my birthday... so I suggest you leave or get shot...Go back home and I don't want to hear from you again."
He looked hurt from what she said, but in truth she felt horrible. It was hard seeing her father like this... like the monster he had never shown directed towards her. He was always caring and loving... this was nothing like him and it hurt to do this... But he was hurting Kev and couldn't accept Mischa the way she was. So..He stared at her until he turned and walked through the door and towards the warehouse exit.

When she heard that final door closed she collapsed to the floor, dropping the guns that only had a round left each. Her breathing started to become forced and came fast; She was hyperventilating. Mischa's hands began to shake and slowly after it was her body trembling. Tears streamed from her eyes and she screamed in the pain of losing her father. She pounded the ground with the padding of the side of her fist.

"Fuck!" she screamed again trying to let it all out. She tried getting up, but only fell to her hands and knees again. She was too weak, but she needed to get to Kev... She was in a lot more trouble. Mischa crawled to the chair and untied the rope at her legs. Then she brought up the strength to stand and untie her wrists, trying not to hurt the girl further more. She finally took the black bag off and duck tape. Mischa stared at the girl that was out of whack and blue in the lips. She saw the blood pouring form her mouth and Mischa covered her own mouth trying not to throw up. She let out a whimper and wanted to try her best to stay strong for the both of them...so Kev would know everything was alright... but she didn't know what they did to her..why she was so zombie like. Mischa leaned in and lifted Kev's head and bushed the hair away from her face that were sticking to her cheeks from the water.
"Kev? Kev..Its me..Mischa..." she tried not to cry from such a sight. "You need to stay awake for me kay? Don't go to sleep..Can you do that for me?" she was scared...Scared Kevala was going to die because of her... Mischa was the reason Kev had been taken away..It was killing her to see the girl like this..and even if Kev survived...would she stay with Mischa after what had happened?

Mischa Ripped her jacket with her knife and tied it tightly around the razor cuts to try and keep them closed and prevent the bleeding. Once she did that she would pick her up the best to her ability and take her to the car. She got Kev into the passenger side and on her way to the drivers seat she leaned her forearm against the hatchback of the car and leaned over...Yeah she was throwing up. That was how worried she was...

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She was at the house of the doctor who always helped the wounds from mafia related business. He was paid not to say anything...Paid better than a normal doctor one would say.

Now she waited for his word on Kev...

[Kevala Badoer]

S[/size]he heard sounds, muffled words...everything was a haze to her...she just wanted to sleep..She was so tired....But then her mouth was again covered with duct tape and a bag placed over her head.....All she could do to this was whimper as she felt the muscles of her body convulse with the amount of pain and cold they were forced to endure.......

Then there was talking.....and in her mind she could not help but think that this time, she was going to die.....Tears falling from her eyes as they slid down her icy cheeks.....

Then a series of loud bangs....causing her to whimper out even more....Too drugged up by this point to maintain her tough girl attitude.......

Then more talking........footsteps.....something hitting the floor.....What? Had they simply left her here to die? A lot of things ran through her mind, but the one that stayed front and foremost in her thoughts was Mischa......She did not care what they did to her.....she would never hurt Mischa....No matter how much pain they caused her.......

Then, somebody was in front of her again and she whimpered, but could not do much else....it was so very hard to keep her eyes open....so very very hard.......

The bag was removed, and again the bright light above her stung her eyes as she tried to open them....the duct tape removed, she would this time whimper forth a bit louder......Feeling the blood she had refused to swallow and the blood from the cut inside her mouth pour down from the corners of her mouth......Coughing lightly as she was soon untied completely and left to sit there.......Then a familiar voice.....so soft....caring.....

Yet Kev could not focus to see the girls face, nor could she form words to speak.....She felt that soft touch pushing her hair back....the heat of it so good against her icy flesh.....

Stay awake?

That was what Mischa wanted.....for Kev to stay awake.......She tried to nod to say she would try...but her head felt heavy as did the rest of her body.........

Then, she blacked out.....waking up to feel herself in...a car....she thought....she really did not know.....Then she was out again.....waking up as she was lifted up by somebody....unsure who it was......

From then on out, things were a bit of a blur.....because she had a hard time maintaining conciousness.

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Finally, after almost an hour and a half of working on the small girl, the doctor touched upon her face......Good...she was starting to warm up.....her lips returning to a more normal shade....

The bruise across her face was already starting to show, and he had stitched up the knife wounds on her arm.....Her wrist, he had done what he could for, making sure to wrap it so that she could not move it.....

As for the drugs....there was no way to tell what they had given her....The best he could do was inject her with a cocktail of medications that would hopefully keep her from dying......

Finally, she moved....eyes not opening but a tiny bit as she whimpered out.....speaking it seemed...though she was too weak to really form words.,......

Leaning in......He pressed his ear to her lips so that he could hear what she was trying to say........She needed rest, but she was refusing to sleep.......she wanted something first..........

Getting up he would shake his head, slipping from the room and closing the door slowly behind him....He then found the other girl who had brought her in......Coughing lightly to make his presense known....

"I had done what I can...Now, we must wait for the drugs to wear off. I have given her some pain medication and a sedative to relax her..But she refuses rest...She keeps saying your name. I believe she is asking for you...."

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Meanwhile, in the room, Kev was forcing herself to stay awake...She had yet to stop trembling, even as she felt the heat of the blankets upon her.....A single name continuing to leave her lips in a broken and breathless whimper......

Mischa.......

In all honestly, Kevala was scared......and in pain....Pain meds did not work on her as well as most people and though they had given her some...she still hurt.....but was too weak to tell them....She had enough strength to utter the one thing she needed.....and that was it.....Pain she could live with....But not without Mischa.........

Eyes growing heavy once more from the injection the doctor had given her...yet she fought it....Trying to use her good hand to push herself up to sit.......But then, that was how Kev was....She would push herself too far.....always had.....Whimpering as pain shot through her tiny form and she fell back upon the bed.......

All she could think though is that she had to get to Mischa....She needed her Mischa.......

[Mischa Badoer]

A cough as heard and Mischa looked from the ground to the doctor. She always visited this guy. That was mostly because she was the most clumsy out of her little team. It was weird seeing him for someone other than herself.

"I had done what I can...Now, we must wait for the drugs to wear off. I have given her some pain medication and a sedative to relax her..But she refuses rest...She keeps saying your name. I believe she is asking for you...."

This was scary. She could fight big bad mob bosses with big guns that could put big holes in people... but seeing Kevala in the condition she was in was on top of the list. Mischa nodded and stood. It was obvious she was allowed to see her, especially if she kept saying her name.

Mischa got into the room just in time to see Kevala from from her attempt to getting him. She cringed at how weak the girl was and how it was all her fault. She stepped towards the bed and kicked off her shoes. Now those were off she would slip in under the blankets and cuddle in close on the side of Kevala's good arm. Mischa's hand laid across Kev's stomach and held her waist. Mischa's forehead pressed to the side of Kev's head so that her lips were close to the girl's ear.

"I'm here." she move her hand up so now her arm was across her chest and her fingers played with the hear near the other ear."You have to sleep, kay? Don't worry I'm here."

Mischa would stay there and maybe even fall asleep after awhile. She just wanted to hold onto Kev for maybe the last time.

[Kevala Badoer]

T[/size]hrough all the haze that clouded her mind, she heard the sounds of the door opening and soft footsteps entering the room.....She knew them, even though she was out of it...she knew it was Mischa.....HER Mischa.

Then she heard the footsteps moving closer, and the blaniket shift......Then, just when she thought that she was going to lose her mind....that the pain she felt would be the end of her, that she would continue to suffer with no bit of peace in sight....She felt the bed shift and the soft delicate weight of Mischa ccrawling into the bed with her.....She held her breath, without even knowing she was doing such....her mind silently begging for her to touch her.....Needing it so badly she thought she would lose her mind if she did not get it....

But then, like the answer to a prayer...she felt the heated touch against her still chilled flesh of her stomach....A heavy breath released in the form of a content and delicate sigh.....She had been so scared, laying here, alone......scared that they would hurt her again....scared she would be alone and die that way.....just....scared......

But as she heard those soft words, felt that hand touching upon a bit of her hair, she felt safe.....she felt...secure.....she felt....at peace......

Whimpering softly, her head turning, despite the pain of every move in her body....The effects of the first injection still not having warn off....Next came her body....taking her just a bit more effort than she would have liked, but eventualy managing to get onto her side, now facing Mischa.....She tried to open her eyes, to gaze into those beautiful eyes, but she could not....So she drew in a deep breath and slid her head forward a bit more...Nuzzling and nudging her way into the side of Micha's neck...Letting the scent of her hair and the warmth of her body stop the trembling that Kev had suffedred from since waking in that place......

Finally, when she was sure that she was close enough that her slurred and weak words could be heard, she would speak up....Barely more than a whisper.....

"He........told me.....t...to leave....t...to hurt you..."

She winced at the pain of trying to speak and curled up a bit tighter to Mischa, her hand, though broken at the wrist, tried to grip the other girl......

"I...I r...refused.....N...Never....l..leave ...my....my ...Mischa....Never."

She then, with every bit of strength she could manage, would place a soft kiss to the girl's ear........Before she would shrink back and whimper loudly.....

"I...I am....s..sorry that.....you and....your...dad fought.....I..do not want..to be trouble...........Forgive....me?"

Yes, in her mind, she though this was her fault. Family was something Kev had never had....and to think of Mischa losing hers because of Kev.....well that was just horrible to her ......

She had never once thought to blame Mischa.....EVER......

"I..love...you..baby...."

It was all she could say before she would pass out...Curled into Mischa with her face buried in the girls hair...Her arm, broken and all, gripping as best it could as it wrapped about the other girl...Not about to let her go.......Mischa was all she needed.....all she would ever need...........