Dealing with Lucifer (ON HIATUS)

Fending For Yourself (4)

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The sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling soon awoke Scarlett from her troubled slumber. She shot up and blinked rapidly, confused as to why she woke up in the middle of a forest. Suddenly, all the memories of the previous day flooded into her mind as she realised that she was alone. Completely and utterly alone. Looking down towards her left arm, she noticed that it was slightly more bent out of shape than it was when she went to sleep last night. Wincing when she tried to lift her arm, she soon realised that it was definitely not an injury that she could ignore.

Still slightly dazed having just woken up, she decided that she should probably go to a hospital and get her arm checked out. She picked up her coat from the ground and dusted off the little bits of earth and bark from the sleeves.

She started the long walk to the hospital, keeping her head down, trying not to attract attention to herself. Whilst she was walking there, she realised that if she went to the hospital they would need to know her medical history. For fucks sake she thought. Oh wait! I know Derek, he's a vet so he could probably patch me up and sort me out so I won't have to got to hospital. I'll go to him.

The walk to Derek's veterinary clinic was a short one. It took Scarlett 15 minutes to walk there and when she got there, she noticed the light was on inside and silently thanked whatever God was up there for her good luck. She opened the door and the sound of the rusted hinges scraping against each other sent goosebumps travelling along her body. The light was on in the reception so she made her way over.

"Derek?" She called out, to no avail. Her eyebrows furrowed but carried on towards the reception desk regardless. The sound of a pen scratching against paper and the sound of hushed voices soon reached her ears. She rounded the corner and froze in her tracks. Sitting behind the reception desk was Derek, but he wasn't alone. Standing behind him, holding a gun, was a tall man, dressed head to toe in black. His face was obscured with a balaclava but the air around him oozed authority and he had a don't-fuck-with-me glint in his eye. Scarlett had the bright idea of turning around and leaving ,before she was spotted, but as she took a step back, a crack resounded around the room as her breath hitched in her throat. The culprit was an empty packet of medicine that was laying on the floor.  The heads of the man and his henchmen snapped towards her and their eyes narrowed. Scarlett gulped and her eyes flickered towards Derek's widened, fearful ones. Her moment of hesitation was all the men needed to point their guns at her.

Her feet were frozen to the ground and she suddenly forgot the simple act of breathing. The eyes behind the balaclava were a rich whiskey colour, they seemed to shine in the bright white light of the clinic. Their eyes connected and a brief flicker of emotion crossed his brown ones before they returned to their emotionless dead look.

"Well, well, well. What do we have hear?" He taunted, a slight smirk visible on his lips. "What's your name." It wasn't a question, he wasn't asking her, he was telling her. Honestly, he came across as almost bipolar with his constant mood swings, one second he was taunting and cruel, the next he was stoic and demanding.

"S-Scarlett"

"Well then Scarlett it seems you are in a bit of a pickle. That looks like a nasty break, you should get that checked out in a hospital, don't you agree?"

Scarlett remained silent, too scared to reply. The man just raised an eyebrow and scoffed, seemingly amused at her fear. Enjoying it. His eyes flickered between the vet and Scarlett before letting out a chuckle at Derek's wide eyes.

"I'm gonna hazard a guess and say that she means a lot to you. Correct?" Derek's bowed head was answer enough, his slumped posture was the ultimate look of helplessness and submission. Was his reaction understandable? Yes. Did it still make him look like a bit of a pathetic pussy? Absolutely.

The mans smirk widened until a sadistic grin overtook his face, pearly whites gleaming in the light. The Cheshire Cat had nothing on this mans grin, nothing.

"Well then Mr.McCall, I've just thought of the perfect way for you to pay back your debts. I get the girl, and I will consider it payment enough."

"No no, please! I can get you the money, just give me another week." Derek pleaded, hands clasped in front of himself, begging.

Scarlett's previously frozen body had started to catch up to her brain. Her thoughts were running at the speed of light, the main ones being what the fuck has Derek gotten himself involved in? and I don't wanna be kidnapped!!!

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the man grabbed the back of Derek's head and smashed it against the desk. Derek's body slumped off of the chair and bright red blood was already beginning to flow freely from an open gash in his forehead. With Derek unconscious on the floor, all of the attention was back on Scarlett.

Adrenaline was beginning to pump through her veins at the dangerous situation she was in. Normally she loved the feeling, as a child she went on rollercoasters and into haunted houses to get a taste of the sensation. She slowly began to back away as the 3 men started to approach her.

"Now then, we can do this the easy way or the hard way darlin', it's completely up to you."

Even before he said those words Scarlett's mind was made up. She spun on her heels and, clutching her broken arm, turned back towards the entrance and started to run towards it. She barrelled through the door and was suddenly thrown against the floor. Her disorientated vision quickly cleared after she blinked a couple of times, and her eyes trailed upwards as possibly the biggest man she'd ever seen stood in front of her. He had to be at least 6ft 5in and his crossed arms made his biceps bulge. His face held no expression and Scarlett gulped as she realised that this was another one of 'The Man's henchmen.

Scarlett scrambled to her feet as she tried to find a way to get out of her current situation. Before she even had the chance to weigh her options, she heard a chuckle from behind her as she felt a prick in her neck. Black dots danced around her vision as her head suddenly felt like it weighed a ton. Her limbs felt stiff and her whole body swayed as the unknown substance spread throughout her body.

"I did give you two options. You just chose the hard way"

A/N
I've finally got another update!! I know it been a while but I promised that I would keep updating and I intend to keep that promise. My half term holidays have just started so hopefully I will be able to post another chapter soon.

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