His Soul

Close Call

You were - unwillingly - dragged away and led through the darkened rooms of the clubhouse. A hand clasped itself tightly around your lips, preventing you from screaming out. You did your best to fight against the grip that held you, but it was hopeless, as he was using his powers to encumber your arms behind your back. His free hand was searching around your bag, and he let out an inquisitive hum as he flipped through all the pages of evidence you'd shoved in there earlier.

You'd thought they were safer on your person instead of being left in your room for someone to uncover them. Stupid, stupid!

"Hell, looks like I was right," he breathed into your ear. "You ARE trouble, mate."

You grumbled under his hand. You were feeling pissed and a little afraid. Curioso was no longer with you, and even worse, he did not know where you were right now. He'd expect you to be back in your room but would find that you were no longer there. And by that point, you were afraid of thinking where you WOULD be. This man clearly did not have good intentions dragging you quietly away.

Your eyes widened as the both of you approached the front doors, which were telekinetically opened and closed behind you. You were now being led outside into the dark morning. The wind whipped mercilessly around you, tousling your hair and sending goosebumps onto your bare wrists. It was deadly quiet outside, until you neared the edge of the cliff, where you could hear the waves thrashing wildly below you.

It was at this point you understood what was going to happen.

You were pushed forward and stumbled a little. You desperately moved to regain your footing so you could avoid slipping into the waters below. It was a long fall, and you had no doubt that your body would land onto some rocks below, which would kill you on the spot. You raised your head to glare at the man, who held your bag in his possession and studied them with fascination.

"Someone's been snoopin' around, eh? Don't s'pose all that fire nonsense was just for show, was it?"

Your hand subconsciously began inching to your other pocket. The man noticed this and started laughing at you, as he reached in on his own and held up your pistol. Your face paled as your heart stopped all at once, shoving your fingers inside the fabric and realizing the space was now empty. He had slipped it out so easily that you hadn't noticed.

He twirled the weapon around so smugly, putting back all your evidence and clutching your bag to his person. You had no choice but to raise your hands in defeat, completely at his mercy.

"Sorry for all this, mate. But y'see, the boss noticed that our cloak was gone. Our clubhouse had been out in the open all day. And that got him real suspicious, so he asked all the members to keep an eye out for any sketchy characters. And, well, I had a feeling you've been full of shit since you got here."

You blinked back tears, the wind drying out your eyes and making it hard to keep them open for long.

"You're not one of us. So how the hell have you been doing all of this?"

You bit your tongue so hard that you drew a little blood. Even when you were likely facing death, you still refused to reveal Curioso. His safety was paramount at this moment - more important than your own. He still had the chance to save Elise and get her out of here. That's all you wanted.

At your silence, he shrugged. "Alright, mate. Keep your secrets. I think I got everything figured out, anyway," he reached into his pocket again and surfaced your badge. He held it up to you tauntingly. "Police, eh? Gotta' say, it's the farthest any of you lot have gotten. But, you know. I've got to put an end to you before you put an end to us . And then the boss will give me a promotion. It works out, yeah?"