My shoes slap against the ground and my breath is coming quick, more from fear than exhaustion. Seras is with Kit against her will, and I'm terrified Kit will do something before I get to them. That can not happen.
I push myself harder and pump my legs faster, already coming upon my destination. Kit insisted I meet her at Marv's old warehouse, now empty and abandoned. I'm going so fast that when I try to stop I end up skidding a good few dozen feet before I can really dig my heels in. I have to claw at the ground to prevent my body from going any further than I want it to. My goal is to be as quiet as possible and confront Kit with the least amount of damage. Though I have the feeling Kit will do as much damage as possible, if only to get me.
Clawed hand still stuck in the ground, I remain low and watch Marv's old warehouse from a distance. It's a dilapidated mess but lights are on inside. If I didn't know any better I'd say the place was being occupied by a bunch of rebellious teenagers. Of course, I did know better.
Standing, I wipe my dirty hand on my pants then roll my shoulders. There's no one standing watch outside but my ears tell me there's enough people inside. Kit's not stupid. She'd know I'd do anything for my mistress- or soon to be mistress in Seras's case- and she'd know to keep the danger close to Seras. I can't do anything if Seras is in immediate trouble.
I clench my jaw and do a quick search around the warehouse for an entrance other than the front door. There isn't one, and I knew that, but I hoped a wall would have decayed enough that there would be a hole or depression. I could make my own entrance, but that might cause more trouble for Seras.
Sighing, I step up to the front door and steel my nerves. I need to be calm enough as to not go on a complete rampage, but riled up enough to be quick as I can on my feet. It's a fine line that's hard for me to walk while being unclaimed. But I straddle that line as firmly as I can, then enter the warehouse.
The sound of guns cocking greets me and Kit's self satisfactory exclamation of my name grates my ears. I growl at the image before me and reign in my beast the best I can. Seras is sitting on the only chair in the whole building, her hands and feet bound before her, and there are three different men pointing loaded guns at her head. The whole thing pisses me off, but I am glad that Seras is unharmed. Her bonds don't even look tight enough to make her uncomfortable. Kit was clearly careful about the abduction, probably knowing if she went too far I'd tear her to pieces as soon as I saw her.
"She's perfectly fine," Kit says much too cheerily for me, but she doesn't bring my full attention to her. "Just like I promised."
"Let her go," I growl, my words barely able to be understood. My feet move forward but the three guns leveled at Seras's head press into her skull in warning.
Kit holds up a finger. "I know you're fast, but are you faster than three bullets at point blank range?"
My teeth grind together and my hands ball into fists, my nails digging into my palms. I am fast, but not that fast. I shut my eyes and take a deep breath, calming myself and counting the rest of Kit's men without being obvious about it. There are four others spaced out around the warehouse. It doesn't seem like enough, but maybe these few thugs will get the job done. Then again, maybe Kit doesn't have the power that Marv had, nor the same amount of men. Her followers may be sparse, especially since a handful of them were just apprehended.
"Just come to me, hm?" Kit says as I open my eyes. She reaches behind her back, her focus still on me, and brings out a sparkly studded collar. It dangles between her fingers and I'm ashamed to say that I yearn to have it on me. "Let me put this around your pretty little neck and I'll let her go."
