Baby Blu Assassin// COMPLETED✔️

XII - Figured Me Out

Blu

I woke up to the sound of shuffling and mumbles. I twisted and turned to get comfortable but it felt like I was just on a concrete floor. I started moving around and I realized I actually AM on a concrete floor. I sat up and tried to massage my shoulder but when I lifted my arm up, it felt like weights were dragging it back down. I couldn't see anything so I felt around my hand and realized both of my hands were cuffed, thick cuffs too. I felt around some more and figured out that I was chained to a cold concrete wall.

"WHAT THE HECK DO YOU WANT" I yelled as loud as I can. I tried to let these people know that I was awake because hell, I didn't even know I was awake with how dark it is in here.

The shuffling and mumbling stopped outside of the door, and soon I heard loud footsteps coming closer. I prepared myself for a fight because that's what I would be bringing to the table.

The door swung open and I was immediately blinded by the bright yellow light out in the hallway. There was a tall figure standing in the doorway, one that I thought I recognized. He was tall, almost reached the doorway. To say he was taller than Rivers was an understatement, this guy is huge...

'So you most likely about to die and you're thinking about Rivers?'

'Now you're bound to die bitch'

He took slow, long strides towards me. I stayed put where I was because even if I wanted to back up, I would still be pinned up against a wall. He bent down so we were eye levelled with each other. I couldn't make out his face because of the light behind him, but I sure as hell could feel the left hook he gave to my jaw.

I wanted to do something, to move, to fight back. But I didn't, because the way to get to somebody's head, is to watch them constantly think they need to watch their back. For them to always think their waiting for the worst, when really, their waiting for nothing. For them to be paranoid, to have anxiety about every person they come across throughout life. To be scared.

It was then when I could see his face, I could see his bald head, his rough light brown beard, and his green eyes. I watched him smirk as he thought that I couldn't do anything, but I could, and I did.

I leaned closer to his ear, making sure he heard me clearly, I whispered, "Hasn't your mother ever taught you to never hit a girl?"

He stumbled back in shock, I saw the fear in his expression when I gave him a smirk. He quickly got his composure and stood up. He walked back over to me and knocked me out cold. And here we go again with the darkness...

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I woke up again, this time in a dimly lit room, so dim you would be surprised if you found out the lights were even on. But I knew what this meant, someone was watching me. Someone wanted to see me.

I slowly sat up with chains still wrapped around my wrists, I looked around me to see if there was any sign of any one watching me, and of course there was. In the far right corner, there was a CCTV camera with a red light, indicating that it was on. Anyone would've missed it, but then again, I'm not just anyone.

I looked up at the camera and smirked. "Good job you dumbasses, you just got yourselves into deep fucking shit," I yelled loud enough for them to hear. I gave them a thumbs up to congratulate them sarcastically.

Just then I heard a loud handle turn and screech, causing it to echo off of the concrete walls. A man with blonde shaggy hair and brown eyes had walked in, and he had a tray with him. I was eyeing him suspiciously, wondering why they were giving me food, I had eavesdropped on gang leaders before, bragging to each other how they would only starve a victim for a few days, maybe even a week, never this early. But then again, how long have I been here for?

The man set the tray down in front of me, still trying to keep his distance. As soon as he set the tray down he immediately got back up. I didn't bother what was on the tray but instead watched every move he was making. He reached behind him and I tried to move forward to stop him but I couldn't. He held his hands up in surrender, "Whoa there, I'm only getting your water." It took me a second to contemplate on believing him or not, so instead I just nodded for him to continue. If he really did have a gun he would've moved faster and shot me right there, but by the way he was surrendering it seemed like he didn't have a weapon on him at all.

He grabbed a water bottle from his back pocket and set it down near the tray. As soon as he set it down, I watched him hurriedly make his way out of the strong metal door. Even when he was out of sight I still eyed the door until I heard the 'click' of it being locked. It was then when I looked at the tray, it had a plate on it with a lid covering whatever was inside of it. They could've easily poisoned this, so instead I went for the water.

I took a small sip, because if it's bitter it's poisoned. But no, it tasted like normal, mineral water. I chugged the water down my throat and thanked whatever God's that were listening for such delicious water.

I stayed up for a couple of minutes before I felt exhausted. I slept for maybe hours, maybe even days or weeks for all I know, but I was still exhausted. I closed my eyes slowly, knowing that nothing will happen anytime soon, so I let the darkness consume me...