smoke and mirror - anonymous

Chapter 4

Not another one.

Falons groaned as he rose to his feet, however Dahlia's fear was only elevated as she stared at the other, much taller, much buffer man - her eyes lingering on the identical mask he wore.

"Falon, what is rule 23?" The mans deep voice exerted dominance, it was a voice that made people shut up and listen - do what they were told.
Falon remained silent, pinching his nose as he narrowed his eyes at Dahlia.

"Rule 23." The ran raised his voice, the shadows casted over his eyes somehow darkening as he kept his eyes trained on Dahlia.

"Do not kill. Unless necessary." Falon breathed out, glancing down at his feet.

"Do not kill." The man yelled again, making Dahlia flinch. "There is better ways to deal with her." He added, stepping towards Dahlia.

She backed away a little, her eyes darting between the two men. "I-I won't say anything, just let me go, I-I'll leave town, I promise." She spoke quickly, her words doing flips over each other.

"Shut up." The man snapped, causing Dahlia to seal her lips. What was going to happen to her?

The man sighed as he stared at Falon, "Put on that damn mask and wait in the car." He ordered, causing Falon to nod - glancing to Dahlia before he bent down and picked up the mask.

He slid the mask onto his face, Dahlia watched in fear - how hadn't she ever caught Falon? And why did it have to be in some massive city that she didn't know? Falon sighed before leaving the apartment, knowing which car to go to.

Without warning, the man gripped onto her wrists, not caring when Dahlia let out a gasp at the sharp pain that shot from her wrist. She cowered a little as he leaned over her, her back pressed against the wall.

"Don't make this difficult." He warned, his eyes quickly flickering across her face. A smirk spread across his face, however due to the mask, Dahlia was none the wisest to his enjoyment.

"Say yes, I won't make this difficult." He tightened his grip around her wrists a little. Dahlia whimpered softly and nodded, "Y-yes, I won't make this difficult." She stammered out, not being able to tear her eyes away from his.

"Good."

The man pulled her off the wall, rather aggressively too. She bit her lip as she avoided making any other noises, not wanting to anger him further. The man tugged her down the stairs, not caring as she stumbled a little and struggled to keep up with him.

Reaching the car, he opened the door to the backseat and forced her inside. Dahlia glanced to Falons car that was parked a few spots away, she had left the car unlocked, she could easily make a run for it.

The masked man noticed her glancing at the car, which made him chuckle. He shook his head and grabbed a pair of handcuffs that sat on the floor of the car. He didn't hesitate as he cuffed her, the cold metal against her skin making Dahlia frown - she had no chance.

He attached the other cuff to the small metal rod that was attached to the head of the drivers seat. Dahlia locked her eyes onto the individual, something about him seemed so familiar - yet so distant.

The others eyes moved to Dahlias own, noticing her staring made him smirk under the mask. Dahlia noticed his own stare, and raised a brow - a sudden burst of confidence erupting inside her.

"Paint a portrait, It'll last forever." A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she used Fosters line from earlier.

The man tilted his head, and despite the mask, Dahlia could spot a hint of amusement in his eyes. Leaning back, he slammed the door, making Dahlia flinch - "Rude." She muttered, frowning.

Her eyes fell on Falon silently sitting in the passenger seat, she wondered what he was thinking about. The masked man slid into the drivers seat, causing Dahlia to attempt to inch her hand away from him - due to the handcuff being placed directly behind him.

Her eyes looked to the window, a fear washing over her as the true reality of what was happening washed over her.

Her best friend had been part of Anonymous for god knows how long, he tried to kill her and now, some weirdo was kidnapping her.

"Fuck." She muttered, staring up at the cars roof as she prayed to whatever higher being had decided that doing this to her was entertaining.