-----THE DOCKS Halloween Day-----
The leather folds of leather overlapped as her arms crossed to hold the fabric close to herself. The night was frigid. Uncomfortably so, even for her too-warm skin. Coming upon the ominous crashing of the water against rotting wood in collaboration with the lightless sky, she could barely see. Too much Darkness for her taste. She felt heavy, even afraid. But mostly, heavy. They came upon the building, and Chase slowed to a stop. "Get y'happy ass up there, get y'stuff. Be quick about it."
The very act of them standing in such a place seemed illegal on its own. Adrenailne had kicked in, keeping her tense. Fight or Flight was aflare. A pin could drop, and make her wince. Chase was nervous. Coming to stand against the wall near the door, she pulled her cell phone out.
Pressing a single number, she placed the contraption to her ear. It went straight to voicemail. She frowned, and spoke. "Hey babe. I'm helpin' my friend at the Docks relocate.Was hopin' y'could come by to help. We won't be long. Call me back, schway?" Chase nodded to herself, and hung up the phone. Stuffing it into her back pocket, it was placed on vibrate. So as not to startle the carnivorous rats that lurked this part of town. And not just rodents.
She didn't like the silence of the Inn. There was usually the sound and smell of men drinking themselves to death within. She gulped, looked over to her friend before looking back to the door," Sway. I'll be back. It's all in bags anyways." She bit her lip and twiddled Inked fingers. One big breath after another came before she stepped forwards and into the Inn.
It was very much like the Red Dragon Inn, but years were not very kind to it. The paint on the walls was well faded and worn down, even peeling in places. Each step she made, the floor creaked and groaned to even her lithe weight. The stairs were groaning rather warily. Almost warning her that with one wrong step she could fall through. She gulped as she rushed, running up the stairs almost as that spine crawling dread grew more and more threatening.
When she stepped in, she started to stuff the loose items of her room into another, rather large bag. Anything of value was shoved in a book of sorts and put in her smaller bag at her side. It was sealed shut. She only took a moment or two to gather up everything, from the towels she had purchased to her tooth brush. Scully was making her way down the stairs not even five minutes later, determined to get the hell out of there.
Chase nodded simply, and arched her chin toward the building to urge her within. When Squeaks was out of view, she immediately reached for her back pocket. Phone was pulled out. The screen became a'glow, giving her bronzed face a near ghastly glow. No missed calls. No text messages. This time, the cell phone was placed loosely into her front pocket, half of it sticking out of the pocket. She needed something to distract her. Anything to forget where they were. Then, she heard something.
There was only one sound at first, which was acceptable. Maybe a paper bag rolling down the street, probably nothing at all. That's what she told herself. Then, another sound. That had her tense. Slitted pupils dilated, as she looked through dark. She saw nothing, and almost hoped to find something. Anything. A reason was all she needed. Again, another sound. That made her step away from the wall of the building. Fingers came to clench, curling to bite her palms. The sound struck thrice which made her look over her shoulder as she circled around. Then, she knew. Big lips parted to utter an expletive. Before she got to speak, a form came to zoom behind her.
Anaconda-thick arms came to clinch. One shoved a leather hand over her mouth. The other grabbed her shoulder, shoving her face-first into the wall further from the door. All the quick, violent movements shook the phone out of her tight pocket, the plastic clattering against the floor.
It was the sound outside that spurred her. She was dropping her bags at the door before she burst through into the night. Pink hair whipped over her face as she searched through the dark for Chase. When she spotted the rainbow haired girl against the wall she shouted out boldly," Oi! Ya pissant! Get your f***ing hands off of my friend!" She couldn't tell who it was in the darkness, she wasn't sure she wanted to know. She growled out to him, her body jumped forwards.
She didn't care, not in the slightest, about what happened to her, but Chase on the other hand. That's where lines were drawn. As she had said earlier, Chase gave everyone the benefit of the doubt. Hell, she had given Scully plenty when she deserved none. One of her fists lifted in an attempted swing towards the attacker's face, but it was shot down. She received a left hook right across her face, forcing her body off balance. She fell to the side, letting out a heavy grunt as she hit the ground. Her palms stung against the gravel, but it didn't keep her from moving to stand up.
She knew that left hook, but even then she couldn't put her finger on it," Chase, say something to me if you're -." There was a scream of pain in the darkness as one of the man's feet connected with her gut.
"Not a word, RockStar." Sausage-thick fingers pushed the skull beneath the thick dreads against the wall to scrape. The pressure was splintering the aged wood into her cheek. Hisses of breath slid out of her throat. Laughter rattled in the man's voice. The man's throat was hoarse with cancer from smoke.
Chase didn't care for orders. "Scully, move!" It was muttered against the wall, in spite of her orders. Chase never was a good captive.
The man tutted her. "Bad girl.." The arm that was torn from the wall was folded behind her back, and snapped. A deafening snap ripped through the night. The pain was overpowering, leaving her to cry out into the wall. Knees didn?t want to work anymore, but were kept upright with the man pressed close behind her. More laughter came, the two targets subdued.
"Scully, baby, there you are." The man at Chase's back spoke into her ear in a near seductive tone. Intentionally, his lips came to run against the Gypo's pierced ear. He then turned behind toward the ground. Chase was in enough pain to think nothing of escape. Tears smeared into the walls flaking paint.
"And you brought us a celebrity to play with. I'm almost ready to make up with ya right now!" The other men laughed maliciously, many coming to examine each of them with demented interests.
Coughing for a moment or two, her breath rasping as she moved to stand. One hand was clenching at her gut and blood was dripping from the corner of her lip. She ran a scraped up hand against her lip, wiping the blood from her face. She narrowed her eyes on the man, panting for needed breath. There was a pain in her side, she was doing her best to ignore, but her eyes were watering as much as Chase was," Let her go D. She didn't do nothin to you." It wasn't true, but still. She didn't like the situation.
"Shut up, this isn't your call ya slut. You didn't think you could just leave us did ya Scully? Didn't think you could just wander off without saying good bye?" Another arm shot forwards, fat and short in a way. A hand struck across her right cheek and she winced out. She felt a foot in the back of her knee, toppling her forwards.
In the background there was the voice of another man,' On your knees Scully. Show the boss some love.' Reminders of another thing she would sooner forget.
One palm was on the ground before her. More pants falling from her lips. Again she called out to Chase," Chase... I'm sorry..." It was her fault she had gotten into this mess," Chase.." She was moving to stand again, this time a hand reached out and grabbed her by her pink hair. This time her face was pushed into the ground. One man was practically sitting on her, keeping her down.
The leather folds of leather overlapped as her arms crossed to hold the fabric close to herself. The night was frigid. Uncomfortably so, even for her too-warm skin. Coming upon the ominous crashing of the water against rotting wood in collaboration with the lightless sky, she could barely see. Too much Darkness for her taste. She felt heavy, even afraid. But mostly, heavy. They came upon the building, and Chase slowed to a stop. "Get y'happy ass up there, get y'stuff. Be quick about it."
The very act of them standing in such a place seemed illegal on its own. Adrenailne had kicked in, keeping her tense. Fight or Flight was aflare. A pin could drop, and make her wince. Chase was nervous. Coming to stand against the wall near the door, she pulled her cell phone out.
Pressing a single number, she placed the contraption to her ear. It went straight to voicemail. She frowned, and spoke. "Hey babe. I'm helpin' my friend at the Docks relocate.Was hopin' y'could come by to help. We won't be long. Call me back, schway?" Chase nodded to herself, and hung up the phone. Stuffing it into her back pocket, it was placed on vibrate. So as not to startle the carnivorous rats that lurked this part of town. And not just rodents.
She didn't like the silence of the Inn. There was usually the sound and smell of men drinking themselves to death within. She gulped, looked over to her friend before looking back to the door," Sway. I'll be back. It's all in bags anyways." She bit her lip and twiddled Inked fingers. One big breath after another came before she stepped forwards and into the Inn.
It was very much like the Red Dragon Inn, but years were not very kind to it. The paint on the walls was well faded and worn down, even peeling in places. Each step she made, the floor creaked and groaned to even her lithe weight. The stairs were groaning rather warily. Almost warning her that with one wrong step she could fall through. She gulped as she rushed, running up the stairs almost as that spine crawling dread grew more and more threatening.
When she stepped in, she started to stuff the loose items of her room into another, rather large bag. Anything of value was shoved in a book of sorts and put in her smaller bag at her side. It was sealed shut. She only took a moment or two to gather up everything, from the towels she had purchased to her tooth brush. Scully was making her way down the stairs not even five minutes later, determined to get the hell out of there.
Chase nodded simply, and arched her chin toward the building to urge her within. When Squeaks was out of view, she immediately reached for her back pocket. Phone was pulled out. The screen became a'glow, giving her bronzed face a near ghastly glow. No missed calls. No text messages. This time, the cell phone was placed loosely into her front pocket, half of it sticking out of the pocket. She needed something to distract her. Anything to forget where they were. Then, she heard something.
There was only one sound at first, which was acceptable. Maybe a paper bag rolling down the street, probably nothing at all. That's what she told herself. Then, another sound. That had her tense. Slitted pupils dilated, as she looked through dark. She saw nothing, and almost hoped to find something. Anything. A reason was all she needed. Again, another sound. That made her step away from the wall of the building. Fingers came to clench, curling to bite her palms. The sound struck thrice which made her look over her shoulder as she circled around. Then, she knew. Big lips parted to utter an expletive. Before she got to speak, a form came to zoom behind her.
Anaconda-thick arms came to clinch. One shoved a leather hand over her mouth. The other grabbed her shoulder, shoving her face-first into the wall further from the door. All the quick, violent movements shook the phone out of her tight pocket, the plastic clattering against the floor.
It was the sound outside that spurred her. She was dropping her bags at the door before she burst through into the night. Pink hair whipped over her face as she searched through the dark for Chase. When she spotted the rainbow haired girl against the wall she shouted out boldly," Oi! Ya pissant! Get your f***ing hands off of my friend!" She couldn't tell who it was in the darkness, she wasn't sure she wanted to know. She growled out to him, her body jumped forwards.
She didn't care, not in the slightest, about what happened to her, but Chase on the other hand. That's where lines were drawn. As she had said earlier, Chase gave everyone the benefit of the doubt. Hell, she had given Scully plenty when she deserved none. One of her fists lifted in an attempted swing towards the attacker's face, but it was shot down. She received a left hook right across her face, forcing her body off balance. She fell to the side, letting out a heavy grunt as she hit the ground. Her palms stung against the gravel, but it didn't keep her from moving to stand up.
She knew that left hook, but even then she couldn't put her finger on it," Chase, say something to me if you're -." There was a scream of pain in the darkness as one of the man's feet connected with her gut.
"Not a word, RockStar." Sausage-thick fingers pushed the skull beneath the thick dreads against the wall to scrape. The pressure was splintering the aged wood into her cheek. Hisses of breath slid out of her throat. Laughter rattled in the man's voice. The man's throat was hoarse with cancer from smoke.
Chase didn't care for orders. "Scully, move!" It was muttered against the wall, in spite of her orders. Chase never was a good captive.
The man tutted her. "Bad girl.." The arm that was torn from the wall was folded behind her back, and snapped. A deafening snap ripped through the night. The pain was overpowering, leaving her to cry out into the wall. Knees didn?t want to work anymore, but were kept upright with the man pressed close behind her. More laughter came, the two targets subdued.
"Scully, baby, there you are." The man at Chase's back spoke into her ear in a near seductive tone. Intentionally, his lips came to run against the Gypo's pierced ear. He then turned behind toward the ground. Chase was in enough pain to think nothing of escape. Tears smeared into the walls flaking paint.
"And you brought us a celebrity to play with. I'm almost ready to make up with ya right now!" The other men laughed maliciously, many coming to examine each of them with demented interests.
Coughing for a moment or two, her breath rasping as she moved to stand. One hand was clenching at her gut and blood was dripping from the corner of her lip. She ran a scraped up hand against her lip, wiping the blood from her face. She narrowed her eyes on the man, panting for needed breath. There was a pain in her side, she was doing her best to ignore, but her eyes were watering as much as Chase was," Let her go D. She didn't do nothin to you." It wasn't true, but still. She didn't like the situation.
"Shut up, this isn't your call ya slut. You didn't think you could just leave us did ya Scully? Didn't think you could just wander off without saying good bye?" Another arm shot forwards, fat and short in a way. A hand struck across her right cheek and she winced out. She felt a foot in the back of her knee, toppling her forwards.
In the background there was the voice of another man,' On your knees Scully. Show the boss some love.' Reminders of another thing she would sooner forget.
One palm was on the ground before her. More pants falling from her lips. Again she called out to Chase," Chase... I'm sorry..." It was her fault she had gotten into this mess," Chase.." She was moving to stand again, this time a hand reached out and grabbed her by her pink hair. This time her face was pushed into the ground. One man was practically sitting on her, keeping her down.