March from Darkness | ✓ (to be edited)

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Goddammit!

I knew this was going to happen, and I didn't do a damn thing about it!

I looked around, trying to figure out how to get out of this chair I was tied to.

I'm going to kill those bastards when I get out of this fucking mess.

I was alone in a room made of concrete, chain, and steel piping. I had only woken up what I assumed was an hour ago, judging by the darkened sky that now hung outside the small window near the top of the room. I'd been looking for a way to get out of this chair for an hour, and somehow I still couldn't manage to break anything. Whatever tied me to this chair, whatever kind of rope was digging into my skin, was way too strong; I had a feeling that even if I had been able to reach the knife that was now lying flat underneath my foot in my boot, I wouldn't be able to cut through this. Something about it was not right.

Furthermore, I still didn't know what I had done to get caught or how they had managed to get me here. I was stalking my target, making sure to stake everything perfectly, and suddenly, I wake up here. I don't remember falling asleep, and there was no pain anywhere aside from my wrists, meaning I hadn't been sniped or stuck with something. And it had already been dark during my order, meaning I had been out for nearly twenty-four hours, at the least.

I struggled to break the bonds again, pulling my arms so hard that I heard, and felt, one of my shoulders pop. Pain shot up my arm, but it wasn't dislocated; I'd just yanked too hard. I tried standing, but the wooden chair seemed bolted to the ground.

What the hell is going on?

As I struggled to wiggle my wrists enough to try to loosen the rope yet again, there was a sudden, quick, blaring beep as the metal door to the room clicked several times, unlocking. The door pushed itself into the concrete wall and in walked... someone who was not my target. Or should I say several people that were not my target.

Four men walked into the room and made their way towards me. I didn't talk, just glared at them through my hair that had been yanked from its ponytail to fall around my face and down to the seat of the chair. Two moved behind me, one of them grabbing a hold of my arms to make sure that I didn't move. I stared at the two in front of me, my green eyes narrowed into daggers that would have killed them if it was possible. While they were trying to hide it, I could see that it made the one on my right a little uncomfortable, so I simply smirked at him. His eyes narrowed a little bit and I chuckled to myself slightly before there was a sudden pain in my jaw and my head snapped to the side. Pain radiated throughout my head at the force of the punch, making my ears ring so loudly that I barely heard the one behind me on my left say something along the lines of "You won't escape this time, assassin."

I groaned to myself before stiffening as I heard the unsheathing of a knife. There was an overly long pause, he was probably trying to find the best place to stab me that would cause me to die the slowest before there was the sound of something slicing through the air and my wrists were freed. One of them grabbed my neck and forced me to look forward as the other kept a tight hold on my right arm. They forced me up before the two that had been in front of me turned their backs on me and made their way through the doorway. One of the guys' knees was shoved into my back, moving me forward, and as we made it through the doorway and down a long hallway lined with other similar doors, I plotted how I was going to get out of this.

Did I even want to get out of this?

It took us ten minutes of walking down long corridors and up a couple flights of stairs before the men in front of us stopped and quickly knocked a rhythm on the door before it opened inwards, leading to what looked like a study. Unfortunately, I didn't get to see much of it before my head was forced down by the guy who still had his hand on my neck. "Keep your head down," murmured the one to my left. I complied since it would give me more time to think. We walked forward, and the slight slapping of boots was muffled by the plush red carpeting underneath our feet as we entered.