The Coyote & The Serpent

His Name

[On the Road]

A murmur can be heard from the slowly awakening teen in Malia's passenger seat, "Oh god, can you like go back to sleep for a bit or something? I can't knock you out again right now, I'm driving." Road signs pass as a rabbit runs into the hedge.

"Are you insane!?,What the fuck was that for!? Do you just normally knock people out like that!?"

"Yeh, why?"

Willow remains stunned, flabbergasted. "Alright, I've got a few more questions. Just off the top of my head; where are we going? Who's Theo? And are you going to torture me or something? Because I'm seriously not in the mood for that, I have Chemistry to get to, and a court case to file under kidnapping along with assault!" Willow shakes her sight back into focus, shifting in the car seat uncomfortably.

"You think answers are my priority right now? It's not important at the moment, I just need to get us to the loft." Malia looked rather tense, she had a look of focus on her face so steely yet fragile you'd think she was disarming a bomb.

"Not important!? You kidnapped me after suspecting me of murdering that poor girl in the woods and interrogating me in the school hallways, then you made a weird call and knocked me out, and now you're bringing me to that loft from the other night for some reason that you haven't explained! How are answers not important right now!?" Scrambling to find the seat belt, Willow continues to give off at Malia. How could she blame them either? This situation would be confusing for anyone.

Malia glanced over to her passenger, seemingly confused, "I'm not accusing you of murder, you're innocent so why would I?" Willow returned the confused stare. She was in utter disbelief and confusion at her situation.

"What the fuck is happening...?"

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[At the Loft]

The two pull up to the entrance to the building, and before they get out Malia offers to knock Willow out again, "No! Don't you even dare!" She springs out of the car and shuts the door, nearly stumbling over themselves trying to jog backwards to the door, all while maintaining eye contact with Malia who was still in the driver's seat, her door not even open yet. "I hope you know the only reason I'm not bolting yet is because you're blocking my way!" Willow had a clear uncertainty in her voice, knowing if she tried to run she'd had to run towards Malia who was clearly quite fast, given how she caught up to them when they left the canteen, and wasn't afraid of using aggressive force such as her car.

Malia shrugged and made her way up to the door, grabbing Willow by the wrists and pinning them behind her back, "Ow! What the hell!? Is that necessary!?"

"Yeh, obviously, you clearly want to escape so why would I give you an opening?"

"Well no denying that, you did kidnap me and most kidnap victims would rather run--Ow!" Malia tightens her grip around Willow's wrists.

She pushed Willow through the door of the building and up the flight of stairs to the giant, sliding wooden door of Derek's vast loft. "Hey it's alot nicer here in the day, would be even nicer without the agonising pain in my bloody wrist." the snarky teen retorts at the pain searing through her joint and up to her shoulder, slowly following where Malia was guiding them. Eventually she makes Willow sit down at a seat in the middle of the room, next to a large wooden table that was the centerpiece of the loft, demanding attention and adorned with a triskele in the centre with similar carvings along the frame. Malia moved behind the chair Willow was sitting in, as the man who she presumed to be Derek, Isaac and another boy walked in. 'Gonna take a guess that that's Theo, what a dork.' she chuckles to herself in her head, his good looks feeling almost cliché.