AN: This is a rough draft and will probably be edited. I'm working on the other chapters, but it may be awhile. Thanks for reading xx
~Sydney
Prologue
Silvery moonlight shone into the large warehouse through a jagged hole in the ceiling. The light illuminated a small figure slumped in a chair in the middle of the empty room. The figure, a small girl, had her hands tied behind her back and her feet bound together. Her head hung limp, and her dark black hair fell in long strands down to her lap, obscuring her face.
Her black knee high boots were scraped and muddy, and torn fishnet stockings covered the rest of her legs. A bloody gash tore through the tights and disappeared beneath dark shorts that barely covered her up. A grey tank top was torn and bloodied, but barely visible under her zipped up black hoodie.
A door opened with a clang in front of the girl. She made no movements to acknowledge the presence of the three men who walked through the open door, and remained completely motionless as they walked towards her. Two of them appeared to be bodyguards of some sort, but the third mad looked completely out of place.
He was wearing a black silk suit and glossy black shoes. He carried a dark wooden cane with a red jewel on top, and had a slight limp from an old injury on his left leg. His greying hair was slicked back, and he had a blood red collared shirt on under his suit with a black tie. He carried an air of arrogance, but also of importance. The two men followed him halfway to the girl but hung back there as the man gave a slight flick of his hand.
"Ah, Regan, my sweet raven," he almost cooed, "how long I've waited for this meeting. I've missed you little bird."
The girl slowly raised her head as he spoke, her hair falling away from her face revealing her pale skin. Dark red blood flowed from her nose, staining her lips and dripping down her chin. She stared directly into the man's eyes which were cold and blue, like ice. Her own blue eyes flashed with humor as she took in the man, but her face remained devoid of expression.
"Can you just get to the point? I'm already bored and you've said maybe ten words," she flicked her hair out of her eyes, "we both know you didn't bring me here to reminisce about old times."
The man's eyes grew darker and his expression became annoyed for a split second, but only that. He smiled at the girl and let out a short laugh, "I think we also both know exactly why you are here, little raven," he walked over and lifted her chin with a finger, "I want to have a nice little chat with your brother and sister, but it seems they've, ah, disappeared," he let go of her chin and took a step back, "and I think you're the only person in the world who knows where they went."
It was Regan's turn to laugh. She let out a small giggle, which quickly escalated into peels of laughter. Her smile was stained with the blood from her nose, which gave her a manic appearance, "You think I'm going to give up their location?" she smiled wide and spit in his face, "think again asshole."
The man wiped the red stained saliva from his eye and glared at the girl, his eyes flaring with anger, "You little brat!" he slapped her on the cheek so hard her head to snapped to the side. She started laughing again and he fumed, "shut it!" He slapped her a second time but she just laughed even harder.
"Looks like your temper got the best of you once again, daddy dearest," she grinned, "you won't get anything out of me, give me your best shot."
She started laughing again and the man turned and stormed away. He paused between the two men and spat, "do your worst," before walking the rest of the way and slamming the door behind him, the sound of Regan's laughter still ringing in the air. He stepped into his sleek black car, and as the laughing slowly turned into screams, he drove away.
