More Than a Battle, Less Than a War || tøp AU

Meanwhile...

{Scarlet's POV}

Agh, ouch.

What happened? Where am I?

The first thing I notice upon coming to my senses is that everything aches; my back, arms, legs, you name it. I find myself in a dimly lit room, sprawled on the ground like I had been carelessly tossed to the floor. I wish I can fall back into unconsiousness. I have this raging headache pounding at my skull.

The room I lay in the center of is about, let's say, five by eight feet. The only source of light comes through a hallway blocked off by vertical iron bars.

Am I... in prison?

My blurred line of sight can faintly make out the silhouette of two people guarding my room; my apparent prison cell. They stand facing away from me, giving me a chance to make my move.

One of the guards has keys on their belt! It's a plan, I'll cut off the blood circulation of both guards to snatch the keys and get myself the hell out of here.

Silently, I crouch down and sneak my way up close against the iron bars. C'mon lure, don't fail me now.

I stick out both my hands at each guard, channeling any mental energy I might have to spare from this migraine in my head.

And die!

I hold my position, arms still hanging in the air.

And, die!

Nothing is happening. My lure isn't budging. Why can't I activate my lure?!

And... die!

This isn't good at all. I retrieve my useless hands and quickly decide to attempt to snatch the keys anyway. With the jingle of a key, I easily caught the attention of the guard.

"Whoa there, girly!" the guard said.

'Girly'? Did this bastard just call me 'girly'?

"Listen here, you scumbag. Tell me where I am and why I'm in here!" I spit through the iron bars. "And why can't I use my lure?! Who are you two?!"

The guard steps into better lighting, and I see he's wearing the standard Inquisition uniform. The other guard comes into vision too, and he's wearing the exact same thing.

"Listen sweet pea," the guard with the keys chuckled. "Knowing all of that wouldn't make a difference. You're going to die anyway."

"Zamus," the other guard lectured. "we don't know that for sure yet."

If I could only break out of this cell! I'd take these two guys down with my bare hands. I don't need my lure.

"I'm not telling you anything about us until you spill a little about yourself," Zamus said. "Who are you and why are you outside of city boundaries?"

He has a point. Damn these government customs, having to share your own input before demanding someone else's. I'm tired of being nice.

"Scarlet Bloodwillow. I was sent on a mission by the mayor of Chicago herself." I admit.

"Yeah, yeah. You could be making that up for all I know. Anyways, Zamus is the name. And that's Pyro." he said, pointing to him.