The Stigma (by Koltin Scott)

Chap. VII

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend..."

(I don't know who said it but I know Captain Price repeated it to Makarov on MW2... Ik, I am such a dork...)
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Elizabeth

The wait seemed to take forever. I plan, that if they come in with guns and I hear some "Sorry time to die!" Manifesto junk to break outta here. But what if they just come in and shoot me? Patience. My bones war with my mind for patience...

Then the door opened and weapons cocked. Two men who were pointing their weapons to me came behind me and waited at my sides. Then a bone chilling voice said,

"Turn her to me..."

The soldiers put their weapons on their backs and pulled pistols as they turned me. When turned, they got their assault weapons back out as the dark figure before me paralyzed me with fear. The Angels' motto was "Never fear." As I feared I remembered that even Jesus feared.

The only sounds were of soldiers shifting their weight and the figure's processed breathing. Blank white light tactically applied to guns blinded me, but the Baron blocked the light. He was the true Dark Knight.

Usually when one thinks of knights the fairytale picture comes to mind; one who saves. Knights rarely save, oftentimes they are worse than the enemy with the knightly greed for fame and wealth. In the fairy tales and reality, they almost always kill.

"Do you know who I am?"

I am positive that my face contorted like, "What?! Me?! Talk?! Pssh, you crazy!?"

I could sense the smile break across his masked face. His voice came out like a very real Darth Vader.

"I am your Godfather."

Disbelief hit me like a freight train. I didn't even notice the prick of a needle. Relief somehow quickened the fall into unconsciousness...

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Elizabeth

I woke to a cord disconnecting from the back of my neck. I jumped out of the hospital bed and hastily took in my surroundings. A ominous light was above me, boxes were around me, a grey tee over black combats was on me, where was I!?

A iPad on top of blood dried tools was ringing for a FaceTime. I snatched it up and answered it. The picture of the Black Baron came on, he wore something similar to the Tron movie and pajama bottoms. He smiled and pointed to the bowl of Chicken Lo Mein (noodles) in his hand, offering some of it to me.

Knowing what little I do know about him, the noodles have something to do with where I am, I said in a steely voice,

"Where am I?"

He said twirling a fork in the noodles for a bigger bite, "China my dear. You haven't noticed any writing on the boxes?"

I replied with a determination trying not to show my panic, "Okay, WHAT AM I DOING IN CHINA!?"

He shrugged, not even bothering to look at the screen, "I sold you to a prominent triad there."

I couldn't help the falter in my voice, I thought I might puke,

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

He looked at the camera with a matter-a-fact look, "Yes, now guess who it is, I'm sure you know."

"The Wo Shing Wo!?"

He said "Bingo!" just before taking his big bite.

The Wo Shing Wo is one of the older mobs that existed even before super villains and heroes. The age of the mob is about the same as the Russian mafia and the Mexican Cartel. If I was stuck on their turf, any of these, I would be dead.