Powerless

That's Funny

Cole's P.O.V

I chuckle. Lucia seems to be having fun with our new "friend". She pulls out another knife from her endless reserve in her trench-coat. He whimpers and tries to squirm out of the chair he's strapped to.

I speak from the shadows "Ready to tell us your buddy's whereabouts?"

He has a look of uncertainty upon his face as his gaze shifts around the room. Lucia giggles and pulls out her serrated blade. He seems nervous. I laugh again.

"Are ya ready now?" I ask again.

He nods his head nervously. I smirk, knowing we'd break him at one point. I then stroll around the circle of light our friend is trapped in.

"We're gonna need a detailed map of where your base of operations is. I expect you'll be more then happy to comply." I say, smiling sweetly.

He just nods again, shivering slightly. I untie his wrists and slide him a sheet of paper and a pen. He jots something down, then slides it back towards us. The paper reads "See you in hell". I turn back and he already has a pill in his mouth. He smiles and bites down, poison spilling from the capsule. He slumps in his chair, and I punch the table.

"Fuck!" I scream. How much of an idiot am I? Lucia scowls in the corner.

"Great, there goes our only chance at finding their HQ. Now what're we gonna do?" She says annoyed.

I breathe deeply, trying not to scream at her. I slowly turn around and glare at ger. She chuckles and stalks out of the room, placing her knives back into their respectable spots. I glance at the body slumped over the table, mulling over ways to dispose of it. I sigh deeply, and rub my hands over my face. It's gonna be a long day.

Lucia's P.O.V
I snicker as I watch Cole storm about the room getting rid of the body. He's still pissed about letting the captive die. Although it wasn't entirely his fault; I could've done more to frighten him. I click off the camera feed and stretch my arms above my head in a huge yawn. I look at the time and decide to hit the hay. Crawling into my warm bed, I make sure that my knives are under my pillow and ready to go for any night time attackers, sheathed and sharpened. After I pat their sheaves lovingly, I drift off into a deep sleep.

Cole's P.O.V
I jolt up from sleep as I hear a bang echo through the small house. I reach under my pillow and grab my Magnum. I slowly cock it and hold it in front of me, letting my eyes get adjusted to the darkness. There's a sliver of soft pink light coming in through the curtains, which tells me it's near dawn. I slowly creep to my door, stopping to listen for any sounds. When I don't hear anything, I turn the corner carefully, still aiming my gun in front of me. As I step down softly down the hall, a shadow moves in one of the rooms I pass. I quickly swerve towards it, and find my gun aimed at Lucia, in yoga pants and a tank top.

"Damn. Could you be any louder?" She whispers.

I scowl at her and gesture behind me. She nods and falls in line, pulling out one of her knives from God knows where. I aim my pistol in front of me again and gesture for Lucia to go across the hall from me. She presses her back against the wall and whips out three knives. I nod and we both dash into the living room. A shadowy figure near the armoire freezes as we emerge. I almost shoot, but then Lucia shines a light on it and I see who it is.
Samara.