𝗧𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 ✈︎ 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍

𝟽𝟶 | 𝙱𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝙲𝚛𝚢

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It had been torturous minutes; Hazel felt like it had been hours of Garrett's taunting against the blonde. Attempting to get her to ask about her past gives him the reaction he was looking for. And even weirdly enough, attempting to answer the question of 'do you know what you are?' To which her answer would usually be 'human?'. Hazel had to be honest; the question made them uncomfortable, mostly because he would follow it by talking about her potential in this new world.

He grew bored quickly, deciding to step away into the lab as he spoke about checking out some of their cargo.

That left Grayson and Hazel alone in the same room. Grayson stood not too far from the girl, studying the strange writing Garrett had made on the glass door. Quietly, Hazel attempted to get out of the handcuffs.

Unlike in the movies, it was disappointing that she couldn't dislocate her thumb and slip her hands out. Instead, she was attempting to use an old hairpin with the help of her fingers and her mouth to try and unlock the handcuffs.

"And what do you think you can do? Once those handcuffs unlock, of course," Grayson asked suddenly, startling Hazel, who dropped the hairpin with his sudden words. "Oh, bummer. You sure seemed to be doing decent work on it."

Hazel bit the inside of her cheeks, attempting to hold back her annoyance as she looked up to Grayson. She struggled against the seatbelts holding her down as she tried to regain the hairpin.

"I can kick your ass, probably crash this plane and relieve the world of yours and Garrett's existence," Hazel suggested lightly; the man standing in front of her was struggling to contain his amusement before he laughed in front of her.

Hazel had just threatened his life, and there he was, laughing.

"You think so? I mean, don't get me wrong. I believe you can do it, but considering the last run-ins we have had," Grayson starts as he blows out a little air and makes an unsure expression toward her. "I'm not sure if you stand a chance."

This time, it was Hazel's turn to laugh. "Well, considering in all of our run-ins... you seemed to have an advantage," Hazel started with a slight shrug of her shoulders as Grayson's annoyance grew. "The element of surprise, multiple weapons, and no surprise... having me tied!" She taunted with a laugh, and she could almost feel the emotions rolling off Grayson as she spoke. "I think you are scared... that I could take you down, and you would know I'm not afraid of you, not anymore."

Grayson's expression hardened, his hands reaching for the handcuffs' keys. Hazel couldn't help but be proud of her work. It had seriously taken just a few words to hurt his ego and to rile him enough to where he would want to prove her wrong.