(𝟝𝟘𝟝) 𝟝𝟘𝟛 𝟜𝟜𝟝𝟝 ～ 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘚𝘢𝘶𝘭

12 - Blast From The Past

Geneva lifts her head up, suddenly jerking her arms when receiving the sensation that they are tied behind her back on the chair she's sitting on.

She squints her eyes, an overhead bulb illuminating the room enough for her to make out the size and what it holds inside.

Like straight out of a movie, the room meets the expectations of every single clichéd kidnapping basement. Leaking pipes decorate the wall in a jagged pattern while the stained walls and floor make it seem quite uncomfortable. Not to forget mentioning the stench of damp wood and dust that nearly suffocates Geneva.

"Hello?" She calls out hoarsely, "Thomas untie me NOW!"

CLANG!

Geneva jerks at the screeching and loud noise of the rooms metal door sliding open. As if on demand, Thomas stands on the open side leaning on the wall and watching her sadly.

"What?" Geneva snaps and he sighs, walking to her slowly. He holds a glass of water in his hands and outshot out to her face. She takes a quick sniff of the liquid then opens her mouth. Thomas helps her, of course he has to... her hands are tied.

He brings a chair over and sits on it backwards, the back rest facing Geneva. "It's great seeing you Dee, it's been years," He scans her from bottom to top then smiles, seeming to genuinely meaning it.

"My name is Geneva, I was never Delilah-"

"Sweetheart you can't forget that life so easily. We were a 'match made in heaven', as the saying goes," He smirks, "We did great things-"

"We did horrible things Thomas. We killed people, we robbed places and we... We're bad people Thomas, and we're going to pay for it," Geneva says with misery and Thomas glares at her.

"Nah... YOU are going to pay for it," He states and gets up from his seat.

"What do you mean?! We were a team-"

"Yeah we were a team but you quit, you can never leave a life like that for good Dee."

"I said... MY NAME IS GENEVA!" She yells and tugs on her tied hands with full force, wanting to attack Thomas badly.

"OH FOR LORDS SAKE! You pretend that you were never Delilah but deep down that's your true calling and Colin... he's my true calling!" Thomas shouts, "So stop moping and ask why you're here."

She eyes him with rage and hatred then takes in a deep breath, "Why am I here."

"Well your normal success caught my eye so I thought we should meet! Why not make you suffer a bit?" He smiles with sarcasm, then pulls out a gun from the back of his jeans seam, which alarms Geneva, "You put me down in the dirt Gen, you made me suffer for how long? Three years?! THREE goddamn years of pain, torture and survival."

"You could have quit."

"COULD I? You got it easy, got your perfect little home and your perfect little guy-"

He stops abruptly, a new sense of anger erupts on his face. "What's with that HUH?! You conveniently got a lawyer as your boyfriend and go free from a court case that was-"

"Fool proof?" Geneva laughs with disbelief and disappointment, "Look at you, trembling at the knees and aching for some sort of revenge that you won't get, ever. You're lousy, you've lost your expert touch and as long as I was around you had a chance at being one of the best but now... now you've just gave in to brutal torture and violence huh?"

She finds herself with a new gained confidence to face him. "You won't hurt me Thomas, I know you. You think you're on top of the world but let's face it, people like us are never going to reach there. You won't lay a finger on me-"