A Little Calm...

Taken

ZITTI E BUONI - Måneskin

*Y/n's POV*

You're pushed backwards by the door and land sitting down. You look back to where your phone landed to see it smashed to pieces. Turning your attention back to the giant man above you, you clamber backwards as he leans down to try and grab you. Upon instinct, you kick his knee cap to distract him as you find your feet. Still making your way backwards, you notice the cat rush out the front door. You scan the room for your kit bag, eventually finding it on the opposite side of the dining table. The towering attacker is still fighting off the pain in his knee, so you take the opportunity to rush to the bag, finding the knife Bucky gave you inside. You decide that the fire escape is your safest exit and stay close to the window behind you. Not wanting the man to follow, you decide to try and incapacitate him further before giving away your escape plan. Recovering from the pain, the man stands back up to full height and looks at you with angry eyes. As he lunges for you, you duck and make several failed attempts at slicing his sides. He blocks your attacks but makes mistakes in leaving his underarms unguarded. You manage to make a clean cut in his tricep, splattering blood across the floor and the table. He holds his arm in pain as you slip out of the widow. When he sees the window left open, he brings his wrist to his mouth and speaks into the hidden microphone.

Man
"She's headed down the fire escape."

You place the knife close to your side and zip up your jacket. Dropping down to the alley below, you lift up your hood to cover your face and look both ways down the side alley before continuing towards the main street. You're focussed on not drawing attention however, and forget to keep checking corners. As soon as you're out on the pavement, another large man grabs you from behind and holds a cloth to your face, covering your nose and mouth. Quickly, you're sent into a deep sleep. Your body goes limp and the man picks you up into a cradled position. No longer being able to hold the knife under your jacket, it falls from under your clothing to the floor. The first man who burst through the front door finally makes his way down the fire escape with a random tea towel on his arm as a tourniquet. As the second man lies you down in the back of the car, the first picks up the knife to examine it. Angry at his injury, he tosses it back onto the sidewalk closer to the building entrance and climbs into the passenger seat of the car. And just like that, all three of you disappear as through you were never there.