Get out

Escape

Inu froze hearing the words that fell from the captives lips before it fell into dead silence. The screeching sounds of the dresser had caught his attention beforehand which lead into listening to the assassins' self talk. If that wasn't unsettling the silence was. Carefully he unlocked the door, in fear of what he would find. His eyes latched on admittedly to the young man hanging... shoulders and head slumped forward with no rise nor fall of his chest; lungs empty of breath. However, the atmosphere seemed off just like the scene itself. One foot was posted on an open dresser drawer. That was weird? Nonetheless, Inu quickly approached in fear the man was actually dead, something the boss would not be happy about.

" shit shit shit. Come on kid, don't be dead ...." Large hands quickly shot up to the makeshift noose of tied blankets. They shook more than they should have, it wasn't necessarily in fear for Eddy's life but in fear of Brett's wrath if he found out.

Eyes snapped open locking in on the startled guard, it was too late for any proper reaction from Inu though. All he could do was make choked noises as strong biceps cut his airway off with a guillotine choke.

Eddy flared his elbows up, hand pulled into a cobra grip–his thumb was in-between his middle finger and index making it harder to break– pushing the knife side of his hands into tender flesh of the man's throat. It was always a pleasant sensation to feel someone choking under his hands," Go to sleep."

He whispered until feeling Inu go completely limp. He let go of the hold not wanting to permanently close the guards airways, he wouldn't kill them unless he had to. In this case he didn't have to. Eddy pulled the loop off then hopped down to the floor knowing his time was limited before the cameras alerted other guards. Swiftly he searched the limp form taking a knife from a pocket before he quickly ran out. He hadn't planned this far ahead, in his head doing the trails of what to do he didn't even get past the door.

Eddy ran out and down the hall having the knife closely clutched to himself. He could hear the hustle and bustle of people, he wasn't sure where it was coming from so he kept running.

He didn't even know where he was going, nor did he know if anyone was following him yet. Thus his gaze kept falling behind himself to make sure that the hall was empty as he looked around to burn it all to memory.

Brett had been trying his best to sleep when he heard the significant increase in noise outside his room. It wasn't unusual to have to tell his guards to shut the fuck up, but knowing the prisoner they kept he decided to check. Just to be sure. Turned out to be a smart decision. The adrenaline flowed as he grabbed the runaway who practically ran into him, and a swift move later they were both on the ground, Brett holding the prisoner down by his wrists.

Eddy shrieked out of shock, he had been too busy looking behind himself to notice what was right in front of him. If he had him looked forward he wouldn't have landed heavily on his back. The air from his lungs was knocked out of them with impact, causing him to try to suck air in rapidly.

The adrenaline and loss of air made his vision go black, with the occasional flash of red letting him see his surroundings briefly. His mind was in too much panic to function properly. He felt like a cornered animal trying to escape no matter what it took; Despite not being able to make out what pinned him down.

"Stay... Still," Brett grunted, struggling to keep the larger man down. He held his wrists firmer and used his body weight to force Eddy to obey. He had to make good use of the advantages he had, being relatively small compared to him.

The flailing man snapped his teeth at Brett, with the intent of ripping his throat out if he could locate it.

Eddy's squirming seemed to cease momentarily once he felt more pressure being pressed down on him; It felt familiar to him. Something pinning his wrists and applying pressure to his hips so he couldn't squirm.

He flinched as Eddy snapped at him, but as he seemed to calm slightly immediately after, he let it slide.

The adrenaline of the original shock was slowly thinning out and he was finally able to see the situation he was in. It would be a lie to say he hadn't imagined pinning Eddy down like this before, but in completely different settings.

"I got you, Eddy, you know there's no point in fighting it anymore," Brett said calmly, quietly so the guards approaching down the corridor behind him wouldn't hear.

Eddy subconsciously tilted his head to the side, instinct was trying to comprehend the situation; Why was it so familiar? Maybe it was okay? As for his mind, it was running too quickly to even ask those questions.

His vision continued to flash with red and black, his breathing also remained unsteady but slowly even out.

Instinct decided to take over while his brain decided not to function. By the time it did kick in, it was too late. Instinct had already decided what the familiar feeling was; pinned, pressure and a whispery voice saying 'I have you' were all very familiar things in the wrong scenario.

Eddy was already rolling his hips upwards when his senses finally came back.

Brett felt the hip roll, getting a hint of red over his cheeks for a moment. He had to consciously decide to interpret it as a last effort to try and make an escape.

"Stay still and this will be painless, okay?" Brett said, firmer this time as a few of his guards stopped behind him, unsure of what to do; Idiots.

Eddy's eyes finally focused onto Brett, identifying the older male for who he actually was, " Fuck you..." He managed to growl out even if strained. It was an attempt to stifle his growing embarrassment. At least he managed to make his hips stop even in instincts defiance wanting to keep going.

The guards finally got their asses around to help him out, two of them grabbing Eddy by the arms and holding him while Brett got up.

"Yeah yeah, bark bark," Brett said condescendingly, though it felt more like an act for the guards. He couldn't get the feeling of the hip roll out of his head.

Eddy was back to struggling trying to use the knife he still had to maybe stab one of the guards, at least he still managed to stomp on one of their feet, " Get closer and I'll show you my bite too!"

He winced when one guard pulled back on his injured shoulder to get him to stop talking and to stop squirming.

Brett sighed at Eddy's struggle, running a hand through his messy hair before taking a hold of Eddy's wrist to keep it still, prying his hand open to get the knife from him.

"Just give it up," Brett said sharply, taking a step back and turning his attention to the guards. "Bring him back to the room and cuff him to the bedpost or something. I'll come talk to him shortly."

Eddy's eyes thinned into slits with a defiant huff, he had two options: fight off the guards like he was trained or to be dragged back to the room. He decided on the latter, the more useless he could portray himself ,the more advantage he could have later if the people around believed it.

He watched as they dragged him off before returning to his room for a bit to cool down and change out of the sweatpants and t-shirt he had been sleeping in. The feeling of that hip roll simply wouldn't let go, but he forced it to the back of his mind as he got some dark jeans and a black button up shirt on. Time to get his work face back on, properly this time.