Misty Gray
Pessimisty
Woodlands/Farmland Area
~ The Baskins, Dublin ~
Adam Harper
~ The Baskins, Dublin ~
Adam Harper
Having taken the short time to refocus and catch his breath back, Adam slowly stood from behind the counter. With the gun held out in front ready to fire, his eyes darted around the room. Other than Shane's corpse in a pool of blood, there were no other enemies in sight. Maintaining his aim, he walked to the front of the room in the direction of where Jay had taken Elena. He stopped before rounding the corner that led to the hallway and stairs. He could hear struggled breathing and a muffled groan coming from a man. Gripping his gun tighter, he quickly turned the corner ready to fire. On the floor at the bottom of the stairs, he saw Jay sprawled out on his back, apparently dazed and unable to move as blood poured out the back of his skull. The sight caused a small smile to appear on Adam's lips. Regardless of whether or not Elena was responsible for Jay's present state, it was well deserved. Adam approached the man, a slight limp from his wounded leg as he walked. He stopped and looked down at Jay. Thoughts of how to make the man suffer in that moment overcame him. There was a temptation to torture the man to death, and under better circumstances he would have gladly done it. This time, however, his priority was getting to Elena. Without hesitation, Adam fired two bullets; one in the skull and another in the heart. It was a quicker end than Jay deserved, but Adam didn't had the time to waste on someone who meant nothing.
Adam cautiously walked up the stairs. Although he believed there were only three men inside the cabin, all of whom were now dead, he still took the careful approach in case others had been hiding out upstairs. The first room he reached was the bathroom where the door was already open. After seeing the room was clearly empty, he then moved on to the main bedroom. Pushing the door open, he aimed his gun ready to fire, but soon found the room was also empty. The final room he reached was pitch black - even though the sun had set, the other rooms still had some light coming in from outside, the the last room didn't seem to have any form of illumination from outside. What he could easily figure out was that Elena was in the room as he could hear the young woman's sobbing. Feeling around the wall with one hand, whilst still holding the gun in his other, he found the light switch and flicked it on. A quick look around the room made his heart sink. The window had been boarded up and the room was devoid of any furniture. All that was in the room was the blanket Elena was sat crying on in the corner and some chains that had clearly been used to hold her. Shoving the gun in the back of his belt, he rushed to his daughter's side, trying his best not to start imagining what the men had done to her whilst they'd had her imprisoned in the room.
Adam crouched down in front of her and pushed any loose hair out of her face so he could look at her bloody nose. "Ven conmigo," he gently urged her. Reaching out, he helped Elena to her feet before wrapping his arm around her to support her. The room they were in was unsettling and he didn't doubt upsetting for her. Instead, he walked her into the main bedroom and helped her sit down on the floor with her back resting against the side of the bed. Grabbing a cotton throw from on the bed, he he lowered himself down on the floor beside her and carefully draped the throw over her shoulders to keep her warm. He then kept his arm around her shoulders if she let him. Leaning his back against the bed, he sat with his legs stretched out in front. He was aware he needed the stab wound tending to but it wasn't high on his list of priorities in that moment. "All three of them are gone. They won't come back," he reassured her. "Está bien."
Adam was fully aware they weren't out of the woods yet - literally or metaphorically. Though their three attackers in the cabin were all taken down, he was fully aware of the gunmen guarding the cabin from outside. He was severely outnumbered and his current state meant he wouldn't stand a chance at attempting an escape without any backup. It was difficult to be stealthy with both a limp and potential concussion from taking numerous blows to his head. In that moment, he had to hope Thomas and Leo knew what they were doing; that they wouldn't lose their cool. With no landline phones and no signal rendering his pager useless, Adam and Elena were stuck on their own. He set his gun on the floor beside him, ready to grab it if needed. But for now, he turned his focus onto Elena.
"Are you hurt bad?" he asked, turning to look at her, the action causing him to grimace as his skin tugged at the cigarette burn on his neck. "Quédate aquí," he told her before standing back up, grabbing on to the bed to help him. After leaving the room for a short time, he returned with a wet cloth and a hand towel. Once he was sat beside her again, he wiped the bulk of blood from her face with the wet cloth before placing it into her hand so she could hold it herself. He then set about wrapping the towel around his bleeding thigh, using his belt to tightly secure it around his leg until he could get it treated properly. He knew Elena had aided him with a gunshot wound in the past, but right now he didn't want to put any further stress on her.
Putting his arm around her again, he let her sit as close to him as she was comfortable with. Looking down to his lap, Adam thought about the life Elena had left in Cuba. She hadn't had the best childhood and she had been glad to reach Dublin, but he couldn't help but wonder if she was regretting her choice now. "Lo siento," he said, his eyes now filling with tears. "You came here to find me and all I've done it lead you into danger. Te he defraudado tantas veces." He turned to look at her, the tears now rolling down his cheeks as he struggled to hold back his emotions. "You deserve better than me... Estoy tan orgullosa de ti. Te amo niña."
Sucking in a deep breath, Adam knew he had to ask his next question, no matter how unsettling her answer might be. "What did they do to you?" he finally asked her.
Pyroclast (Elena,
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