The Sweet Nothings || ✓

"YOU LOST OBERAINS."

"Which side next?" She asked the boy infront of her, her hand tightly clutching the gun in one hand and the back of his T-shirt collar in the other.

"Left." Charles said gruffly. And Daria tightened her hold on his collar as both of them took the turn, coming up to face another long hallway.

After she had ambushed him into captivity, Charles had thrown a tantrum. With flailing hands and feet he had refused to put on a shirt until Daria had gone further and embarrassed herself by saying that she can't concentrate with him standing there, offering free eye-candy.

He had looked at her, amused by her outburst but had complied to put on a shirt when Daria had fired a bullet inches away from his head. After that, getting him to take her to Dean's office was not much easier. Even at gunpoint, Charles was highly confident until Daria had shot his arm which was now bleeding red on the hallway floor.

He had tried breaking out of her hold and if she hadn't been taught by Lana to throw a hard punch, Daria wouldn't have been able to get him as far as they were. And thankfully Damien had sent a picture of the map that Natasha had left behind for them, so she knew that they were headed in the right direction.

As much as she wanted to kill Charles, she couldn't. He was leverage to get Dean to surrender. She can't just lose her shit and go she-hulk on him.

Her self control hanging by a thin thread, she walked down the hallway with Charles.

"How much more time will it take to get there?" She asked him, shoving him slightly in front.

She heard him growl and say,"We are just there."

And just as they were nearing another corner, Charles' phone rang. Daria was on alert now. She hadn't known that he had a phone on him.

Taking her chances, she let go of his collar and dug the gun's head into his neck. Assuring that he wasn't going to move, she slipped her hand into his jean pocket and picked out his phone.

It was vibrating and showing the caller's Id on the screen.

Dad

Daria's breath hitched slightly but she knew she had to do something. She gestured Charles to take the phone.

"Pick up the call and no funny business. Put it on speaker. If you tell him where you are, I will kill you." She hissed. Charles snarled but took the phone from her hand, knowing full well that she could shoot him if she wanted.

Daria watched as Charles composed himself and answered the call putting it on speaker.

"Dad." He acknowledged.

Daria heard Jason Kingsley on the other end.

"Hello Son. I actually called up to tell you that we caught that bitch! She was huddled in a room in the foyer, my guess is that that stupid boy left her there. We used your voice modulater to get her out. And as soon as your mother spoke into it, Maia came running to the door thinking it was Andrea." Daria clenched her teeth as a hearty laugh boomed on the phone.
"Anyway, Dad's on the balcony of his office, looking at these teenagers fight. He was calling for you. He wants you to be there when he kills that whore." He snarled. "So, go to Dad's office. Your mom and I are heading out for some fight, see you after that."

"Alright Dad." Charles muttered and Daria watched as Jason cut the call.

Daria looked up at Charles now, calculating his every move. She was astonished when a small smile made way to his face. And he looked up at her, his eyes blazing with evil.

"We are going to win no matter what you do Lynn. No matter what." Having said that, he turned and started walking again, Daria's gun still digging into his head.