𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖘||𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖔𝖘

3.8

nov 2 2007

Nakia slowly blinked awake to a throbbing headache. Not again. As her eyes adjusted to her surroundings she felt her body tense.

The lights that blinded her when she awoke in the hospital were no longer visible. Instead, she was trapped in a dark room. She fumbled as she noticed she was dangling from the floor. Her arms were tied above her. She struggled against her bindings, desperately trying to free herself.

This alerted the other figure in the room to step forward.

"Finally," the man called. "The princess is awake. You had me worried there."

"Yeah well maybe you shouldn't have jammed that thing in my neck," she grunted, struggling.

"Are you upset with me," the man pouted. "Did I make you upset?" Nakia snarled.

"Go fuck yourself," the girl spat. "Let me down from here; let's go a couple of rounds." The man chuckled, stepping closer to her.

"You two are just the same," he grunted. "Using your powers as a crutch." Nakia raised an eyebrow as she looked closer to the man.

He was tall and muscular, his face covered in hair and blood. His hair was greasy and slicked back into curls. The man had one sharp blue eye, the other covered by an eyepatch.

"Wow," the child said, looking him up and down. "Really going for the Director Nick Fury look huh?"

"At least I look cool with the eyepatch."

Nakia rolled her eyes.

"You know," the man said, stroking Nakia's hair. "This building is a block away from your agent's home. A block. Did you even know how much danger you were in? How many threats you had under your little head?" Nakia squirmed.

"Go choke on a dick," Nakia spat, sitting in the man's face. She didn't know how long she'd be trapped here but knew she had to stall somehow. Someone was bound to come looking for her.

"You little сука," the man yelled, slapping her face. "How about I teach you some manners?" Nakia's breath hitched.

"Grimrose," a feminine voice echoed from down the hall. "What are you doing with our guest?"

Nakia stared at the woman walking in. She'd never seen her before. She was also tall - taller than Grimrose. She had short white hair and dull green eyes.

"This is no way to treat a guest of honor," she tutted. "Let her down."

Grimrose pulled at the chains, dropping her to the ground with a loud thud.

"There goes another rib," Nakia muttered, looking at her chained wrists. "Who the hell are you?"

"I knew your mommy," she whispered, smiling madly. "We were such good friends. My name is Ingrid." Kneeling, she placed her hands on Nakia's face. "You look so much like her.

Nakia pushed herself away. "Listen, weirdo. You've got the wrong person. This is all a misunderstanding. I don't know anything about my mother."

Ingrid stood up, scowling. "I don't like liars. Where's your mother? She ran away from me. I only want to help."

Nakia was starting to get worried. She didn't exactly know what this woman was capable of and she seemed nuts.

"I told you. Please. I don't know anything about my mom. I don't know where she is. Just let me go home!"

Ingrid scoffed. "You'll get to talking soon enough. Even if we don't find that сука, we have the next best thing. Grimrose, treat our guest to some quality time. I'm going to talk to our other friend." She walked off shutting the door.