Thread: A Royal Catastrophe (Mali and Quix)

He was being sincere. It was odd. But it was also kind of nice. Sky wasnt a fool to fall for it though. She kept herself well composed because she cried enough last night. She needed to keep her head clear because of what they were about to embark upon. She wasnt an idiot. If they already posted her mothers picture and announced about Sky, it wouldnt be long before they found a picture of her to broadcast throughout the entire country. It dawned on her that it would make their plan to leave the hotel, let alone the country, a very complicated one. She was resolved to believe Ben even more at this point. If he was truly here to help and was actually good at his jobfrom all the James Bond movies she watched, MI6 were supposed to be brilliantthey would get through this. That was the task at hand. Dealing with her emotions and mourning for her mother would come later. At least she was being kept busy, so that until night time came, she didnt think about it too much. Even though it was at the very forefront of her brain. All she could do was nod her head at his sentiment, uttering a polite but nearly inaudible Thank you before he took her arm and led her out of the hotel room. Thankfully, the walk from the hotel room to the foyer was easy. But the moment they got to the foyer, she heard the utterance from Ben and then looked up, her eyes going bug-eyed wide seeing her photo on the screen. It didnt help her mood, especially when the clerk seemed to go off in wonder at seeing her photo and then the real life version of her. But calling her The Hooker like it was her new and official title was the last straw. Her teeth grit and she stepped forward to potentially punch the stupid fucker but she felt Ben jerk her back. There was a far clearer and present danger than the stupid clerk, who was most likely a virgin. Hence the wonder. He acted as if she was a celebrity hooker or something, as if there was such a thing. Unlessporn stars counted as celebrity hookers? After all, they did get paid to have sex. Someone had walked through the door and now faced the clerk. Jeez, these Russians just didnt give up! Sky wanted to cry out in frustration and just run back to the hotel room and hide. At least it was safer. Until they started to shoot the place up. Then she realized this wasnt a movie but it was also happening like one. It was like a really bad juvenile James Bond movie happening, but it wouldnt stop. It kept getting worse. Sure, they made an announcement about her, put her photo up so the entire country could know who she was, but the dangers kept coming. More men to kill. More men to watch die. It felt like whatever innocence she did retain was slowly being chipped away the more bodies dropped like flies. Ben jerked her back quickly, out of sight of the Russian and whispered to her to basically turn around and run. She remembered where he parked but there was no guarantee that shed be safe waiting at the car while he took matters into his own hands. What if he took forever? What if while she was waiting for him, something bad happened to him? What if something bad happened to her? What if the bad guys were waiting right outside where he wanted her to run? There were so many what-ifs that she could drive herself insane with them. Clearing her mind, she took in a deep breath, exhaling slowly. Sky was rooted to where she stood and Ben didnt even wait to see if she obeyed him. She just stood there. She didnt know what to do. The fear was kicking in and totally taking over whatever strength she had. There was no adrenaline to be found even though she was waiting for it to kick in. But she didnt want to fail him. He was protecting her and she had to help as much as she could so he could protect her and succeed in it. Staying hidden, she looked around the corner as he approached and came up with an excuse. The look on the clerk was such a dead giveaway. Sky couldnt be there right now. That was when she finally moved and she made a hasty and quiet exit out the back door, thankfully not tripping an alarm. She came out the back of the hotel building and rounded the corner quickly, keeping her head down and trying to be as cavalier as possible. She needed to act normal. As she neared the parking lot, there was a big black SUV and two men in black with black shades and European features waiting outside of it. She saw their guns peeking through at the waistband of their slacks and she gulped. Then the worst happened and they saw her. She wondered if they recognized her so she just averted her gaze and continued on walking. They murmured something to each other and nodded her way. That was when they started to walk toward her. Finally, the adrenaline kicked in. Swallowing hard, she kept her composure as calm as possible. One man, a blonde, approached her and he pushed up his glasses, revealing beautiful blue eyes. Talk about the perfect Aryan. If he wasnt there to capture her, shed try to pick him up, shed love to tousle with him in bed. Or over a balcony. Excuse me Miss, his voice was deep, his accent thick. Can you step aside with us? Um She tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. My mommy told me not to talk to strangers. She tried to sound as innocent as possible, even putting on the innocent face. Both men exchanged a glance and then snickered. We heard your mother is dead. That struck a nerve and her fists clenched at her sides. Grab her. The other ordered and as they lunged to her, she quickly backed aaway, flipping back twice. She faced them and breathed quickly, the adrenaline spiking through her intensely. It fueled her to evade capture. One man lunged at her and she grabbed his shoulder, flipping herself over him and her feet came down hard on the man behind him. He went down quick since she apparently kicked him hard to his head. Landing on her feet, the other guy turned and he moved to her but she leaned forward, grabbing his hips and kicked her leg back, her foot colliding into his face. God, she was so glad she trained hard as a dancer. The man stumbled back and while his partner was still down, she took the moment to reach down and pick up the gun from the guy who was down. She thumbed the safety off and pointed it right at the Russian, who at this point, pulled out his own gun. It looked like they were at a Mexican standoff. This man had his glasses still on. They were shiny, like mirrors. That was when she saw the man behind her starting to stand up. Sky lowered the gun and then quickly ducked, a shot ringing off. The man behind her crumpled to the floor, lifeless and the man in front of her lunged for her. He knocked her to the ground and they rolled twice with him ending up on top of her. Sky struggled. He was trying to push the gun away from them and he was strong but she was fast. She kept pushing it to him. Then her finger slipped and she ended up pulling the trigger. The man jerked on top of her, warm liquid pouring from his wound and onto her. For a moment she thought he pissed himself but soon he went still on her. She screamed as the realization kicked in. She killed a person. Again. Her body started to shake tremendously as the adrenaline left her and it felt like her strength was slowly leaving her the more she killed, chipping away bit by bit to leave her a hollow shell of her former self. She didnt stop screaming and her eyes stung with tears. What the hell was happening to her? She hadnt cried this much since she was little. Everything was so overwhelming. It was all too much. This wasnt supposed to be happening. She was a normal girl. She was a dancer. Her entire life just turned upside down. It was one thing to have killed the guy yesterday. At least his blood wasnt pouring on her. It was certainly a whole other thing right now to have killed again and be pinned down by this heavy dead body. She couldnt stop screaming, wailing and crying for help. Ben did say to scream if she got in trouble after all.