Thread: [â] eyes as candles - {dream+nymph}

Gerrit watched the girl squirm under the man's iron grip. Waving a hand, he motioned for her to be whisked away. He kept his weapon hidden in it's leather case on the inside of his pants. He looked around, it was slowly starting to clear. He notes relatively plainly. Rubbing his temples with his long fingers he sighed. Make sure no one sees us exit. He said, grasping the woman they'd captured by her arm. Hurry up. He said, yanking her after them. The woman's assailant kept his hand over her mouth. Not even disturbed at how her nails ripped the skin through his layered clothing. She is her brother's sister, huh? His laughter was hoarse, perhaps naturally that way, or because of the debris and smoke filling the art hall. Just shut up and get her out of here. Gerrit rolled his hazel eyes. Brushing the dirty blond bangs back from his eyes. Reaching deep into his slick black dress pants, he produced a pack of cigarettes. He sighed gratefully as he lit one up, striking the match and bringing it to the cancer stick in his lips. Inhaling the tar as it lit itself. He shook out the match, and tossed it onto the scummy ground. The night sky was overcast, a light mist of rain was coming down on them. He watched carelessly as the match stick floated in a tiny stream into the gutters. Casually, he unlocked the doors of an SUV, the plates were stolen, the stickers peeled from another vehicle. Hell, it wasn't even licensed. Get her in.. She knocked out yet? He asked, kicking her in the hip with a blood stained shoe, not hard enough to leave a mark, just a little test. Ah fuck it. She seems pretty out of it. Without speaking anymore, the four men piled into the SUV. Gerrit in the drivers seat. Keep her down, and keep her quiet. He said, rolling down the window to puff out some smoke as he kicked in the clutch, placed the car into first gear and head out. Down towards an old worn out building, once a warehouse. A fire burned it down, and this particular gang bought the place.. they weren't short on funds. ---------------------------- Shove it up your ass. Emily spat back at him, she was terrified of course, but her outward appearance would never suggest that. She yelped as she was picked off the floor by him, she saw no effort in that at all. He was.. a behemoth, larger than any man she'd ever seen outside of the UFC heavy weight division. She was lost in the way he spoke, and the pain in her ankle eased... for a moment. Until she placed her weight on it.. then she howled in pain. Her life fluid was oozing from her at an alarming rate. Her skin was pale and clammy and she felt light headed and short of breath. Hunt? This is a game to you, you sick bastard! She thrashed in his hold, until he wrapped his arm around her neck. She then went very still. The cold metal of the gun weighed against her skull, her head was pounding as hard as the blood was pouring from her wound. Emily closed her eyes tightly, she was going to die. She realized. She was being captured, she was bleeding to death, and she was going to die. It felt inevitable to her at the moment. Emily hobbled as she was pushed, barely able to stand, mostly on her wounded leg. She limped like an old cripple, her heeled shoes not helping her advances at all. I'm going as fast as I can.. I'm a hemophiliac bleeding to death from my ankle. How fast do you think I can move? She growled back at him. Now that she had realized her death that was impending, she felt she had nothing to fear, nothing but the pain of death. Perhaps if she pushed him enough he'd shoot her dead there, kill her in the spot and save her from her misery. That was not the case it seemed. She felt something warm from being so close to a body for so very long touch her face, and her bloodied hands reached up to pull his hand away. The joke among her friends rung in her mind. Hey, what does this napkin smell like? But it was no time for these thoughts. She clawed at his hands, before reaching up to claw at his face, not succeeding before the pills rolled onto her tongue, her hands merely left smears of her own blood on his cheeks. Her body slumped into his arms, her body going as limp as a puppet without any strings of a puppet master.listulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistu