Thread: Pieces of Eight {Leroco / Symphony}

It was the curse, wasn't it? The fact that this particular program had been named after coins of so long ago, that the spirits of the pirates were coming back to haunt her. It didn't matter that technology was that far advanced and it certainly didn't matter that she didn't believe in ghosts or spirits. The precarious situation in which she now found herself she blamed on the package. The little flash-drive that contained a Pandora's Box of information. And how the hell did they find her? How the hell did they know it was her that was even carrying it? Who were these people?!! Morgan's mind screamed in such chaos that the echo of each phrase reverberated within her head. Her voice had become shrill when the man produced a pair of pliers. Her movements in an attempt to get away and off the fence doubled, and then tripled, when he cleared the fence. Eyes widening in abject terror, the need for flight became so overpowering that she began thrashing her arms and legs, hoping against hope that the toe of her boot or even a fisted hand would connect with him, giving him a painful reminder that she wasn't going to go quietly. In spite of the few and far between connections she was able to make in striking him, the man seemed not to notice. When she caught a brief, but forever burned in memory, glimpse of his face, the only thing that came to mind was dark thoughts evil and wicked thoughts. Thoughts so decadent that Morgan winced, redoubling her efforts to free herself of the fence. When the man pushed his bulk onto her own small frame, she was about to scream when she noticed that he had produced a piece of cloth and tape. Morgan clenched her teeth so tight that her jaw began to hurt. Blue eyes glared at the man as she began to shake her head back and forth until he pushed his body a bit more into her own while his free hand began prying open her mouth. Eventually he won, ensuring the cloth remained in place by wrapping the tape around her head. She again began cursing at him, and though her words were muffled, she was more than confident that he understood. Didn't she just hear him chuckle? And didn't he give her a mocking smile with that chuckle? Bastard, she thought, I'll get even with you for this... Visibly shaking, thinking the worse and imagining that this was the end of her life as she knew it, Morgan was surprise when the man began pulling her free and down from the fence. The rendering of fabric could be heard, and the pocket that had been ripped earlier was now complexly separated from her pants, a clean notebook, and fillable lead for her pencil, a few erasers and loose change when flying to the ground. A brief moment passed until Morgan realized that she was no longer attached to the fence and with a surge of adrenaline, she jumped within the man's grasp, causing him to throw her away from him. However, rather than toss her in the direction of the open alley, he had tossed her into the fence. A burning sensation from just below the back of her knee to her upper thigh was felt and Morgan's muffled scream went unheard. She could feel liquid moving down her leg, turned her head to see the man jump forward and after her. The fence had acted as a make-shift trampoline and once she had connected with it, Morgan had been able to thrust her body at an angle and away from him. She could hear the sound of sirens drawing close, and Morgan knew it was now or never to make an effort to get away, not just from this man, but from the local authorities as well. She wasn't in the mood to answer questions from them. Taking a chance, Morgan reluctantly turned her back to the man and began a hobbling-run away from him. She could see the blue and red flashing lights as the police were almost there, and just as Morgan was about to turn the corner in the opposite direction, the sound of more mocking laughter was heard and the sound was too close for Morgan's comfort.