Thread: Fate That Binds (Black Hand & darkangel76)

It was dark, the air so very cold as the wind howled and blew. Crouched low, Amaya Ro waited for the moment when she could finally sneak across the wooden ramp to the other side of the large courtyard. Most wouldve called it suicide, her plan. Her idea. Eager to take action, she hadnt truly thought things through, her passion and want to do something taking over any semblance of logic that she typically had. This was why she was alone. Then again, she was always alone. Typical. Did you see her eyes? whispered the blonde girl, the one wearing enough frills that Amaya felt her own skin burning with an itch. Yes, and her hair? the red-haired girl then giggled. Amaya wanted to rip the pink bonnet off that rosy head if only to see her gasp in shock. Trying to ignore the whispers, and failing, Amaya continued to hold her head up high. She had no idea how long she was to remain in England, but from what shed managed to gather from her over ambitious father, it could be for quite some time. The whole idea of it had always set wrong her, the idea of having to uproot and leave. And for what? To keep friendly ties with a nation that couldve cared less about their own? Oh, she hated that her father had agreed to such a favor, one forcing his entire family to have to cope with a decision none of them had wanted to endure. It was so unfair. Wrong. He would pay one day. Oh yes, if she had anything to say about it. He would pay. Licking her lips, Amaya counted to herself as to how many guards barred the way. From what she could see, there were five. But those were only in her line of sight. Who knew what more could be lurking behind the stone walls. Damn, Amaya grumbled to herself and heaved a sigh. Just then a loud creaking sound made Amaya jump a bit where she was hiding. Glancing upward toward where the sound had been coming from, she could see what looked like a generator of sorts whirling and creaking. No doubt the thing was supplying the power to this monstrosity she was trying to sneak into. It would figure that theyd have the means for such luxuries, even for the military. Her father had spoken of such things, claimed that it was his drive to keep in favor with the right sorts so that they all could share in such things. The thought seemed selfless on the surface, but she knew better. It had nothing to do with providing for the family. It was about self gain. Nothing more. If selling her into slavery would cause him to climb the social ladders, he would do it. In a heart beat. Amaya gritted her teeth as anger seethed throughout her body. It was then that she felt her eyes sting with tears. Furiously, she wiped them away. Not now, Amaya, Amaya whispered to herself. Focus. We need to get those plans. Setting her jaw, Amaya looked up at the whirling generator. Knowing it had to be now or never, she tucked a dark strand of hair behind her ear and clutched the handle of the knife she had fastened to her hip. She wasnt dressed very appropriately, not having taken the time to acquire the items and tools needed to properly pull of the job she was attempting so boldly. So brashly. Needless to say, she was sight. A mix of West and East and something in between as her corset squished and squeezed her breasts together making them appear larger, plumper than they were. Then there was her skirt. Shed found one that was a bit shorter than most, to help aid her in moving about. But, the only one shed managed to find was simple, hugging her curves much more so than any of the skirts shed seen the women wear in England. Yes, she definitely had an odd look about her. But, she hardly cared. No one ever noticed her anyway. And those that did, she had no time for them. Yes. Better to be alone. Always better. Go! Amaya then harshly ordered herself in a hoarse whisper. At that, Amaya darted across the wooden ramp, her footfalls light upon the rickety wood. She tried not to think about the potential dangers, the guards. The men residing within. But it was impossible. She was but a single girl with no one to back her. Even her family had no idea, then again, if she managed to get the plans she sought, it would ruin everything her father had worked for and then some. No doubt theyd have stopped her. Amaya continued to run, the generator creaking, her breaths coming fast as her heart pounded beneath her breast. Running. Faster, faster. She finally made it across. As she rounded the corner, hoping to find another hiding spot, she bumped into something hard which caused her to fall backwards on her backside. Ouch! Amaya yelped. Looking up, her dark eyes took in a hulking silhouette. Oh no, she mumbled. The silhouette turned to look down at Amaya. As he stepped into the light, she found herself cowering at the expression he wore. Her hand immediately went to the knife fastened at her hip, but it was no use. The massive man easily took it away from her. Just then, she felt a hard sting across her face causing her to crumple back onto the floor. Amaya cried out then and as she did, she could hear the stomps and grumbles of more men. She was found out. Surrounded. You will pay for what youve done! Amaya cried. All of you! Her eyes were on fire though she knew there was no way shed ever win this battle. So, stay back! Dont touch me!