Yes Mistress

landing, or trying to

POV: Daria

Why does time pass so certainly as the dawn? Is it the expectation that things will keep going the way they are because they are beyond any human ability to change? Or is it because that is the way things have always been. Ticking along. Not really moving. Not staying still. Constant. Are we just as much animals as the rest? Greedy. Temporary. Mortal.

Blood.

It spatters across the ceiling and my face, causing me to learch back from the flight attendent as her body rithes with agony for a moment before falling to the ground. Convolsing and heaving dramatic moist breaths as I notice one of the bullets punctured a lung.

I dont have time to help her. Although everything screams at me to do so. To use my past experience of peoples bodies to try and fill the blockage. But the amount of blood she is coughing up gives me a hint that anything I do will only make her suffering worse.

And he had a gun. Now pointed strait at my chest.

"I thought I was to be delivered to someone. If he is who I think he is, if you harm me. Your fate will be far worse than mine."

I'm bluffing. I'm bluffing out my ass but I have to try something. To be honest I don't feel like getting shot today.

He laughed, a cold and deep wound that had the hairs on my arms standing up like needles.

"Plans have changed, little bitch. The pilot is dead, his plans where not my own. I just did not expect you...to try to pull a hist half way through."

"What plans where those?"

"Wouldn't you like to know. All I will say is I just got a conformation that says my boss does not need you alive anymore. The game has changed."

"What game?"

"You know, Andromeda...."

He speaks my full my name like a whisper. Like a snakes hiss.

"I am not that person anymore. You could let me go. I will never bother you. Never seek anyone out. I will vanish."

He shakes his head, taking several shaky steps twords me. As if me with a knife is the most terrifying thing he has ever seen.

"They will never stop. I mist follow orders. I must follow orders." He started mumbling to himself like some deranged lunatic. I took it as a chance to strike.

In my past life. A long time ago. I knew how to handle a knife. And a gun. And most other thing. I had to know. It was part of my life. But that is not me anymore. Although my body drops into the familiar position. The instant I hit my crouch he jurks back, as if he already somehow knows how lethal I am.

I dont give him a chance to act as I lunge for his right leg. He fires. One lodging in my left arm. One grazing my thigh. The other....punctures a whole in the hall of the plane.

Fuck!

POV: Julian

It took an hour to wrestle down all the would be heros that threw themselves in the way of the bitch behind the counter. As I aimed for her scrawny throat. Men still in leather straps. Woman in posh robes. Security and one really tall man in a dog mask and nothing else. Who took the longest to get on his knees.

I found her in the purple room once I was done. Blood stained hands and a grudge already forming in the back of my head. I will rip her heart out of her chest and let her watch it stop beating in her lap for the hoops she is making me jump through. For the pain my Daria might be going through.

I try not to think of that. Not to let that thought get to close. Its paralyzing.

The bitch is in the corner. Hidding behind a large rolled up mat. She would have been well hidden if not for the mirrors on all sides and the light above her emitting a dull violet. I close the door when I enter. Making sure its loud and loving the echo the sound makes around the room.

"If you come out quietly and answer my question, I will leave you alone."

I lied. I lied through my teeth. I know what she has done at this point. Sold out the love of my life for drinking money. I can tell from the bottle of vodka and rum I found under her desk.

She does not belive me. And lunges out of her hiding spot to reach for a wip against the wall. She cracks it above her head as a warning. One that I smile too, a grin that does not reach my eyes. And even in the faded ambient light i can tell she goes pale. As if the realization of how royaly she fucked up has just hit her. She thrust herself forward anyway, reeling the wip twords me. I jump to the side the first time picking up a ridding crop to intercept the wip the second time. Her eyes go wide.

It took me a couple minutes to take her down, amongst all the screaming and jumping about. Lunging for the door. I almost got both of us stuck in here as I attempted to jam the frame. Missing. Thank God.

Now I have her on the bed. Stretched out like a star with all limbs fixed to different bed posts.

"Now..." I say stroking the bottom of her now bare foot. She shivers. "You are going to tell me what I want to know. But belive me I don't like hurting woman, so I am not going to do anything nefarious. But, you will be very....uncomfortable."

Her eyes nearly roll into the back of her head as I pick up a feather from the table and brush it along the tender part of her feet. She wiggles, suppressing a strained laugh.

"Please stop that..." she squicks between laughed that get more and more panicked as I go on.

After an hour she started screaming. Demanding that I stop tickling various parts of her body. I yelled back that I would once I knew where my love was. She refused. I grabbed the ridding crop. It only took two minutes of smacking the bottom if her feet for her to confess.

To a plan much worse than I could ever imagine.