Mirrors (2P!Axis x Reader x 2P!FACE)

Conflict 20: Search

You were gone.

   "Where the Hell could she have gone to?" Lutz strapped on his holster. An hour after the checkup Kuro went to see if you wanted anything only to find the bedroom empty.

   "We checked every possible place" Kuro said.

   "The library?"

   "Twice"

   "How did Luciano take the news?"

   "Ballistic"

   You let them pass the hall before sneaking back inside the library—you knew they would check that place first, so you ran and hid just long enough for them to think you've left the estate grounds.

   After you were sure everyone had left your bedroom and you were given a chance to think about it, you were stunned and confused. Why you of all people were being kidnapped and drugged all the time. When you thought about that, your insides twisted into a knot and you knew you had to leave. You had changed out the negligee and slippers, and into a pair of designer pants and leather boots (Flavio was in charge of providing you with clothes).

   You peeked inside, but quickly rolled your back to the wall as three suited men strolled out with rifles strapped to their shoulders. Once you could no longer hear their footsteps, you crept inside the library and headed straight for the furthest wall where the statue of Julius Caesar stood. There was no forgetting when Francois took you there and you got your hands on the blueprints of the tunnels—something you came across as you read during the first few days of your stay with Vargas and company, fortunately, you remembered where you had found it. You moved to press the plaque, but snatched back your hand and spun around just in time to dodge one of Luciano's men attempting to hit you with the butt of his handgun.

   He muttered something in Italian, clearly frustrated. You were relieved to know that he wouldn't shoot you, not to sound conceited but you were well aware of Luciano's protectiveness—whatever his reasons were didn't matter.

   You pulled your elbows close to you and bent your knees, just because he was underestimating you didn't mean you were about to take chances.

   The man put the gun back in his jacket and you took that as your cue.

   You inhaled and struck, the heel of your palm smashing flat onto his forehead. He was forced back and you wasted no time aiming your fist at his sternum, then a knee to the groin. He fell on the floor, hands unsure which part of his body to comfort first.

   You swallowed, "Sorry..."

   He opened his mouth but you transformed what should've been words into a long groan with a hard kick on his solar plexus. Your shoulders tensing and your stomach hurting at what you just did.

   You knelt down to steal his gun and the switchblade hidden in the sock of his left foot.

   "Sorry!" You cried while you practically jumped inside the entrance.

   Lucky for you, there were only two paths to choose from and you were sure that it was the right that led outside and into the vegetable garden (according to the blueprints the other led to a "special room" for captured enemies or just random people who made the mistake of getting on the mafia's bad side).

   You got out without a hitch, however, the moment you felt your foot hit the soil still soft and wet from the rain, a pair of rough hands grabbed you by the waist and you weren't strong enough to break free.