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Fantasy Hostage Situation {Caffeine Freak & Truffle}
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Caffeine Freak
Caffeine Freak
Sirens blared somewhere off in the distance.
They'd been looking for him a while now. Lucien had come home that night just twenty minutes earlier, to discover his whole apartment block wrapped up in yellow tape, abuzz with police activity. He'd swiftly spun around and strode briskly in the opposite direction. He didn't know how they did it, but they were onto him.
As he passed by a Starbucks, the images on the wall-mounted TV inside made him do a double take.
Captioned with 'BREAKING NEWS', a collage of six profile shots - one of them being is own - flashed on screen, followed up by a scene of the local news anchor back in the studio. With a twitch of the ear, Lucien could hear the report loud and clear.
"-suspects in a police investigation. If you have any information regarding these individuals, immediately contact-"
The message was pretty evident. Lucien reached up, pulled his jacket hood over his features, and continued on. It would be difficult to recognize him lit only by the flickering street lights, but it was unlikely his inconspicuity would last until morning with the feds combing the city.
Every shadow seemed to be watching him. Every flicked traffic light tripped up his heart. If they were searching for him, why was everything so darn quiet?
It didn't last long. Two suited figures stepped out of a car Lucien had marked as civilian - right down the avenue he'd been walking. Their attention was fastened on him, but they made no move to follow Lucien as he turned a corner instead.
He never thought it would come to this, but he did have a plan. If his identity was ever compromised, there was a certain bartering chip he had spent long months documenting, orchestrating. One last gambit to keep the collar off his neck.
And on a weekend night in June, Lucien knew exactly where he would find her.
Truff
They'd been looking for him a while now. Lucien had come home that night just twenty minutes earlier, to discover his whole apartment block wrapped up in yellow tape, abuzz with police activity. He'd swiftly spun around and strode briskly in the opposite direction. He didn't know how they did it, but they were onto him.
As he passed by a Starbucks, the images on the wall-mounted TV inside made him do a double take.
Captioned with 'BREAKING NEWS', a collage of six profile shots - one of them being is own - flashed on screen, followed up by a scene of the local news anchor back in the studio. With a twitch of the ear, Lucien could hear the report loud and clear.
"-suspects in a police investigation. If you have any information regarding these individuals, immediately contact-"
The message was pretty evident. Lucien reached up, pulled his jacket hood over his features, and continued on. It would be difficult to recognize him lit only by the flickering street lights, but it was unlikely his inconspicuity would last until morning with the feds combing the city.
Every shadow seemed to be watching him. Every flicked traffic light tripped up his heart. If they were searching for him, why was everything so darn quiet?
It didn't last long. Two suited figures stepped out of a car Lucien had marked as civilian - right down the avenue he'd been walking. Their attention was fastened on him, but they made no move to follow Lucien as he turned a corner instead.
He never thought it would come to this, but he did have a plan. If his identity was ever compromised, there was a certain bartering chip he had spent long months documenting, orchestrating. One last gambit to keep the collar off his neck.
And on a weekend night in June, Lucien knew exactly where he would find her.
Truff
Truff
One Thousand Club
Abigail walked down the darkened sidewalk. Sunday’s were traditionally her days off. She loved to grab a cup of coffee at the diner a few blocks from her apartment and slowly drink it as she walked down the street.
By the time she reached her apartment, she was a satisfying mix of awake from the caffeine and exhausted from the late night. The eventual crash made for a fantastic night’s sleep. The street lights provided a warm glow that mixed well with the bitter coffee in her hand.
That night, though, she felt eyes on her. She took a long sip from the cardboard cup and shifted her eyes across the street. There seemed to be nothing in the dark. Yet, she regretted not bringing her concealed weapon.
You never knew who would be hunting her, especially in her line of work, even if she hadn’t done undercover work in a short while. She was mostly assisting in information analysis at the moment. A trip abroad was planned for her in the next month.
She told herself she was being crazy. Overly paranoid. No one was watching her. She would make it to her apartment, just a couple more blocks away, and dead bolt the door.
(I swear my replies will get longer once she interacts with him!)
Caffeine Freak
By the time she reached her apartment, she was a satisfying mix of awake from the caffeine and exhausted from the late night. The eventual crash made for a fantastic night’s sleep. The street lights provided a warm glow that mixed well with the bitter coffee in her hand.
That night, though, she felt eyes on her. She took a long sip from the cardboard cup and shifted her eyes across the street. There seemed to be nothing in the dark. Yet, she regretted not bringing her concealed weapon.
You never knew who would be hunting her, especially in her line of work, even if she hadn’t done undercover work in a short while. She was mostly assisting in information analysis at the moment. A trip abroad was planned for her in the next month.
She told herself she was being crazy. Overly paranoid. No one was watching her. She would make it to her apartment, just a couple more blocks away, and dead bolt the door.
(I swear my replies will get longer once she interacts with him!)
Caffeine Freak
Caffeine Freak
Caffeine Freak
(ah, dw about post length. I'd rather they'd be concise than filler, y'know?)
Lucien shot out of an alleyway he'd been lurking in as the girl passed. In the same moment, his arm was around her neck, and he whisked her back into the shadows he'd sprouted from.
"One peep, and I'll snap your neck like a bread stick." He breathed into her ear. An empty threat, really. Even if he was willing to kill her, she was his only asset. Still, he could render her unconscious if she gave him too much trouble.
A patrol car floated along the street. Lucien pressed himself and the girl further into the shadows until it crawled past. The second its radiant lights disappeared from view, Lucien straightened back out. "Keep walking to your apartment. I'm your new roommate." He released the girl, but didn't let her out of immediate striking distance. "And if you try pulling any tricks, bread stick." He clicked his tongue, imitating the snapping noise a bread stick would make.
His gamble was that the girl would play along. If she didn't, it'd be rather difficult indeed to explain to the neighborhood patrol why he was dragging an unconscious girl to her apartment. There were no pedestrians on the sidewalk, but if he didn't pick up the pace soon, the patrol car would make another round.
(Deaths threats and kidnapping in the same post. The romance just writes itself.)
Lucien shot out of an alleyway he'd been lurking in as the girl passed. In the same moment, his arm was around her neck, and he whisked her back into the shadows he'd sprouted from.
"One peep, and I'll snap your neck like a bread stick." He breathed into her ear. An empty threat, really. Even if he was willing to kill her, she was his only asset. Still, he could render her unconscious if she gave him too much trouble.
A patrol car floated along the street. Lucien pressed himself and the girl further into the shadows until it crawled past. The second its radiant lights disappeared from view, Lucien straightened back out. "Keep walking to your apartment. I'm your new roommate." He released the girl, but didn't let her out of immediate striking distance. "And if you try pulling any tricks, bread stick." He clicked his tongue, imitating the snapping noise a bread stick would make.
His gamble was that the girl would play along. If she didn't, it'd be rather difficult indeed to explain to the neighborhood patrol why he was dragging an unconscious girl to her apartment. There were no pedestrians on the sidewalk, but if he didn't pick up the pace soon, the patrol car would make another round.
(Deaths threats and kidnapping in the same post. The romance just writes itself.)
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Truff
One Thousand Club
(You mean kidnapping and death threats don't make you melt?)
An arm wrapping around Abigail’s neck somehow felt expected. The feeling of eyes on her really should’ve tipped her off but she had stupidly continued on her same path. Being whisked back into the shadows sent her coffee flying.
She stared at the brick wall in front of her as a voice whispered into her ear. Bread stick? That was the best her attacker could come up with? She found herself irritated at the spilled coffee. There went her perfect mix of tired and awake. She kept silent as he pulled them further into the dark, obviously avoiding the patrol car.
Abby kept her breath steady and slow as the man held onto her. Adrenaline made it incredibly hard to think. The second she was released, she took a calm step forward before turning to face him. “You spilled my coffee and called me a carb.” Her voice was sharp and quiet. “The least you could do is replace it.”
She examined the man. He was nothing she had ever seen before. Much larger than the average man. She wondered where he had come from, how he had cracked her identity and what he wanted. Bringing him back to her apartment would be a death sentence to him. A space she knew well with weapons she hid for herself was a perfect place to defend herself.
An arm wrapping around Abigail’s neck somehow felt expected. The feeling of eyes on her really should’ve tipped her off but she had stupidly continued on her same path. Being whisked back into the shadows sent her coffee flying.
She stared at the brick wall in front of her as a voice whispered into her ear. Bread stick? That was the best her attacker could come up with? She found herself irritated at the spilled coffee. There went her perfect mix of tired and awake. She kept silent as he pulled them further into the dark, obviously avoiding the patrol car.
Abby kept her breath steady and slow as the man held onto her. Adrenaline made it incredibly hard to think. The second she was released, she took a calm step forward before turning to face him. “You spilled my coffee and called me a carb.” Her voice was sharp and quiet. “The least you could do is replace it.”
She examined the man. He was nothing she had ever seen before. Much larger than the average man. She wondered where he had come from, how he had cracked her identity and what he wanted. Bringing him back to her apartment would be a death sentence to him. A space she knew well with weapons she hid for herself was a perfect place to defend herself.
Caffeine Freak
Caffeine Freak
Lucien stared at the girl for a good few seconds. "Your coffee. That's your concern right now?" The cold, threatening tone had turned one-eighty into a mixture of confusion and bewilderment.
Well, at least she wasn't screaming.
"You know what- fine." Lucien couldn't believe he was getting talked into an errand by a person he had just claimed as a hostage, but it seemed he'd made a lapse in judgement by assuming that pressure would be a successful approach. If threats weren't going to work, perhaps appealing would do the job.
Without warning, Lucien snapped an arm around the girl's waist and launched into the air. His leap easily cleared half a block, and a second hop off the rooftop he landed on cleared the other half. Normally he'd avoid using such feats around the city, but the cover of darkness and lack of pedestrians made getting caught much less likely.
He landed in a vacant car park, feet touching the ground with no more force than if he'd simply jumped on the spot. While casually stretching his leg, he released the girl and gestured with his head to the coffee shop across the street. "One coffee. Ask for anything else from the server and I'll know." Lucien walked on ahead, keen to get the gesture over with before the cops went on their own caffeine runs.
Well, at least she wasn't screaming.
"You know what- fine." Lucien couldn't believe he was getting talked into an errand by a person he had just claimed as a hostage, but it seemed he'd made a lapse in judgement by assuming that pressure would be a successful approach. If threats weren't going to work, perhaps appealing would do the job.
Without warning, Lucien snapped an arm around the girl's waist and launched into the air. His leap easily cleared half a block, and a second hop off the rooftop he landed on cleared the other half. Normally he'd avoid using such feats around the city, but the cover of darkness and lack of pedestrians made getting caught much less likely.
He landed in a vacant car park, feet touching the ground with no more force than if he'd simply jumped on the spot. While casually stretching his leg, he released the girl and gestured with his head to the coffee shop across the street. "One coffee. Ask for anything else from the server and I'll know." Lucien walked on ahead, keen to get the gesture over with before the cops went on their own caffeine runs.
Truff
One Thousand Club
Abigail fought the urge to bark out a laugh when he agreed to a new coffee. Was this man that easy to manipulate? It was when the man, no, creature, launched them into the air that her heart went into her chest. This wasn’t a human. In the light of the parking lot, he looked closer to human than the monster under the bed. A brief wondering crossed her mind that maybe he was a genetically engineered human. From where, she had yet to figure out.
She kept her composure, reminding herself that that meant he was still human. And humans were, in a sense, mostly the same. She looked across the street. “Fine.” She moved across the street and into the small shop.
She approached the counter. “One coffee,” she glanced across the street towards where she left the man, knowing he could see her. “and a scone.” She looked back to the barista. The man was obviously trying to stay out of sight and not draw attention to himself. Bursting into a well lit coffee shop because she ordered a coffee and a scone was the opposite of what he wanted to do. She handed over the cash and moved to the end of the counter.
The thought crossed her mind to make it difficult for him. It was obvious her attacker was strong. Her own fighting would do minimal damage and something told her running wouldn’t work. She was in physical danger, that was evident, but mentally...she could still play her way out of this. She could make him behave in the least and use her surrounding environment to her advantage. As she received her drink and scone, she continued to lean against the counter, turning towards the window and darkness outside.
She took a slow sip of the drink, looking outside, daring him to make a scene. The cops were probably stopping soon for their coffee. The news played on a mounted tv in front of her. The police were searching for what they were calling a ‘super villain’. She had heard talk before, but now it occurred to her that the man they were searching for was most likely her kidnapper. Even more fun.
She kept her composure, reminding herself that that meant he was still human. And humans were, in a sense, mostly the same. She looked across the street. “Fine.” She moved across the street and into the small shop.
She approached the counter. “One coffee,” she glanced across the street towards where she left the man, knowing he could see her. “and a scone.” She looked back to the barista. The man was obviously trying to stay out of sight and not draw attention to himself. Bursting into a well lit coffee shop because she ordered a coffee and a scone was the opposite of what he wanted to do. She handed over the cash and moved to the end of the counter.
The thought crossed her mind to make it difficult for him. It was obvious her attacker was strong. Her own fighting would do minimal damage and something told her running wouldn’t work. She was in physical danger, that was evident, but mentally...she could still play her way out of this. She could make him behave in the least and use her surrounding environment to her advantage. As she received her drink and scone, she continued to lean against the counter, turning towards the window and darkness outside.
She took a slow sip of the drink, looking outside, daring him to make a scene. The cops were probably stopping soon for their coffee. The news played on a mounted tv in front of her. The police were searching for what they were calling a ‘super villain’. She had heard talk before, but now it occurred to her that the man they were searching for was most likely her kidnapper. Even more fun.
Caffeine Freak
Caffeine Freak
Lucien waited. His ear twitched from across the street as he watched the girl's mouth through the window. Coffee and a scone, with no 'oh yeah and call the police' side order. Good.
What wasn't so good was when the girl didn't move an inch upon receiving her order. Lucien already knew what she was doing.
So much for appealing.
The girl smirked at him from the counter. Lucien grit his teeth. Unsurprisingly, it turned letting his hostage order coffee wasn't working in his favor. Police sirens began to sound off uncomfortably close, giving Lucien precious little time to make a move. So he did move.
He walked off.
And minutes later, the barista that had stepped out back for a cigarette break returned to the counter, much bigger than they were before they left. Arms braced on the counter, green cap pulled down low, Lucien muttered. "Are you planning to play games with me all night?" The few customers were much to absorbed in their own late night activities to bother watching the exchange between another customer and an employee. Lucien was quite prepared to snatch the girl from across the counter and sneak through the back door, when two cops swung open the front door.
They appeared locked in a conversation about politics, and the one that spoke up didn't even take his eyes of his partner to look at the twitching Lucien as he ordered two skinny lattes. Collecting himself, Lucien shot an ice cold glare at the girl before smoothly slinking off with two paper cups toward the espresso machine. If they just kept on not looking at him, and the girl didn't pipe up, he might just survive the closest shave of his life.
What wasn't so good was when the girl didn't move an inch upon receiving her order. Lucien already knew what she was doing.
So much for appealing.
The girl smirked at him from the counter. Lucien grit his teeth. Unsurprisingly, it turned letting his hostage order coffee wasn't working in his favor. Police sirens began to sound off uncomfortably close, giving Lucien precious little time to make a move. So he did move.
He walked off.
And minutes later, the barista that had stepped out back for a cigarette break returned to the counter, much bigger than they were before they left. Arms braced on the counter, green cap pulled down low, Lucien muttered. "Are you planning to play games with me all night?" The few customers were much to absorbed in their own late night activities to bother watching the exchange between another customer and an employee. Lucien was quite prepared to snatch the girl from across the counter and sneak through the back door, when two cops swung open the front door.
They appeared locked in a conversation about politics, and the one that spoke up didn't even take his eyes of his partner to look at the twitching Lucien as he ordered two skinny lattes. Collecting himself, Lucien shot an ice cold glare at the girl before smoothly slinking off with two paper cups toward the espresso machine. If they just kept on not looking at him, and the girl didn't pipe up, he might just survive the closest shave of his life.
Truff
One Thousand Club
Abigail noticed the barista leaving and coming back much larger than before. His sudden interest in her clued her in. She turned to face him, taking another sip of her coffee and pausing for a few seconds before answering. "Yes." She tilted her head to the side, speaking low and quiet. "I will make this the hardest endeavor you've ever been on until I figure out what you want from me and how we can quietly part ways without harm to either of us." Circling each other until she convinced him she wasn't the correct person to be screwing with would be ideal.
Killing wasn't what she wanted and neither was alerting the police. The last thing a spy wanted was a media storm with her name involved. It would be a headache for her employers and a danger to her life. There were people out there who would love to take the life of an American spy, government affiliated or not. Her job was to take care of things quietly, whether it be missions given to her or any trouble she found herself in.
As she thought about this, two officers walked in. She side eyed the large man. Not alerting the police didn't mean she couldn't play a few more games and get into this guy's head some more. She took a seat at one of the bar stools down the counter a bit. The men sat next to her and she gestured to the tv still playing the news of the suspect. "Hope you guys are being safe out there. It's scary to have someone like that running the streets." She spoke innocently, landing her blue eyes on the closest officer.
The man smiled softly at her. "Well thank you. We're trying out best."
"I don't really keep up on the news. Could you tell me about him? I mean only if you have the time."
Killing wasn't what she wanted and neither was alerting the police. The last thing a spy wanted was a media storm with her name involved. It would be a headache for her employers and a danger to her life. There were people out there who would love to take the life of an American spy, government affiliated or not. Her job was to take care of things quietly, whether it be missions given to her or any trouble she found herself in.
As she thought about this, two officers walked in. She side eyed the large man. Not alerting the police didn't mean she couldn't play a few more games and get into this guy's head some more. She took a seat at one of the bar stools down the counter a bit. The men sat next to her and she gestured to the tv still playing the news of the suspect. "Hope you guys are being safe out there. It's scary to have someone like that running the streets." She spoke innocently, landing her blue eyes on the closest officer.
The man smiled softly at her. "Well thank you. We're trying out best."
"I don't really keep up on the news. Could you tell me about him? I mean only if you have the time."
Caffeine Freak
Caffeine Freak
Coffee dripped to the floor. Lucien sighed through his teeth as he realised he was gripping the paper cup in his hand just a little too tightly. Discretely, he tossed the crumpled cup into the side bin. Some hostage situation this was, making coffee for the people looking for him. The girl's potential as a hostage had seemed a little good to be true - no ties, no family - but never before had he anticipated abducting someone so tedious.
Over the counter, the cop nodded. "We're inclined to provide details, it's a public case after all. The man we're looking for is tall, of a large build. Evenly long dark hair, comes to about here." The cop gestured with a flat hand on his own head to where the suspect's hair ended. He made a gesture of thanks as the barista placed the coffee down next to him on the counter, without moving his head. The cop's partner, however, was eyeing the barista just a little too closely.
Recognition flashed in the officer's eyes, but before he could even make a sound Lucien's hand locked around his face and soundlessly whisked him out of his bar stool and over the counter, right behind his partner's turned back.
The officer struggled from where Lucien pinned him down behind the counter, but Lucien's grip was iron. The other one finished his coffee, then turned back to where his partner had been a moment before.
"Dale?" The cop swiveled around.
"Your friend went to the bathroom." Lucien kept his voice steady, Dale started to go limp.
The cop nodded his thanks to the capped barista, before setting off to the bathroom. Lucien's eyes turned on the girl. "Game over." He muttered, letting the unconscious cop slump to the floor.
Over the counter, the cop nodded. "We're inclined to provide details, it's a public case after all. The man we're looking for is tall, of a large build. Evenly long dark hair, comes to about here." The cop gestured with a flat hand on his own head to where the suspect's hair ended. He made a gesture of thanks as the barista placed the coffee down next to him on the counter, without moving his head. The cop's partner, however, was eyeing the barista just a little too closely.
Recognition flashed in the officer's eyes, but before he could even make a sound Lucien's hand locked around his face and soundlessly whisked him out of his bar stool and over the counter, right behind his partner's turned back.
The officer struggled from where Lucien pinned him down behind the counter, but Lucien's grip was iron. The other one finished his coffee, then turned back to where his partner had been a moment before.
"Dale?" The cop swiveled around.
"Your friend went to the bathroom." Lucien kept his voice steady, Dale started to go limp.
The cop nodded his thanks to the capped barista, before setting off to the bathroom. Lucien's eyes turned on the girl. "Game over." He muttered, letting the unconscious cop slump to the floor.
Truff
One Thousand Club
Abigail listened to the cop talk with wide eyes. “Oh wow. I’ll keep an eye out for ya guys then.” She sipped her coffee and watched as the large man behind the counter silently snatched the cop’s partner and held him down beneath the counter. Her facial expression stayed neutral. A lie was fed to the cop next to her and he left to search for his partner in the bathroom.
Her eyes shifted to the man. “What a show. But you did take the hard way with that.” She took a bite of her scone and chewed slowly, eying the cop on the floor. His neck had large bruises on it where he had been choked.
Some part of her felt as if she should be shaking in fear of the man who just killed someone. Another part of her kept calm and remembered that she would kill if needed and fly under the radar of the cops. She swallowed. “There are pressure points that show no visible wounds. Stop the heart as well. This tells me you don’t kill often.” She nodded to the man.
With that, she let out a sigh and rolled her eyes. She got up from the barstool. “Well c’mon now. I don’t want them knowing who I am just as much as you. He’s gonna come out here looking pretty soon.” She gathered her scone and began moving towards the door, knowing that he would follow.
Her eyes shifted to the man. “What a show. But you did take the hard way with that.” She took a bite of her scone and chewed slowly, eying the cop on the floor. His neck had large bruises on it where he had been choked.
Some part of her felt as if she should be shaking in fear of the man who just killed someone. Another part of her kept calm and remembered that she would kill if needed and fly under the radar of the cops. She swallowed. “There are pressure points that show no visible wounds. Stop the heart as well. This tells me you don’t kill often.” She nodded to the man.
With that, she let out a sigh and rolled her eyes. She got up from the barstool. “Well c’mon now. I don’t want them knowing who I am just as much as you. He’s gonna come out here looking pretty soon.” She gathered her scone and began moving towards the door, knowing that he would follow.
Caffeine Freak
Caffeine Freak
Lucien folded his arms. The girl was too damn smart for her own good.
Even though the fact that his own hostage was leading him around didn't sit well with him, Lucien sighed and sauntered after the girl, sliding over the counter and shouldering past an annoyed looking customer who had just stepped in. Outside, he ditched the apron and cap as he fell into step with the girl. "I don't kill often, huh?" He muttered, slinging back on his jacket from where it had been tied around his waist. "You say that as if you do. Or is the pressure point thing something you just looked up on Youtube?" The way the girl carried herself didn't quite strike Lucien as the typical sort of stride he'd expect from a dainty young woman. It occurred to him that he'd more or less figured out her schedule before he'd commenced Plan B, but he had no idea where the girl worked. It didn't seem like an important detail at the time, but now, Lucien wondered if he should've just abandoned the pre-planning and just nabbed anyone off the street.
A wailing patrol car zipped past, fast enough that Lucien simply looked in the opposite direction by way of concealing his features. No doubt it would be more focused on the coffee shop they just split from. He found himself wondering how the cop would explain to his colleagues that the suspect he was supposed to catch had served him coffee and knocked out his partner without him realising it.
Even though the fact that his own hostage was leading him around didn't sit well with him, Lucien sighed and sauntered after the girl, sliding over the counter and shouldering past an annoyed looking customer who had just stepped in. Outside, he ditched the apron and cap as he fell into step with the girl. "I don't kill often, huh?" He muttered, slinging back on his jacket from where it had been tied around his waist. "You say that as if you do. Or is the pressure point thing something you just looked up on Youtube?" The way the girl carried herself didn't quite strike Lucien as the typical sort of stride he'd expect from a dainty young woman. It occurred to him that he'd more or less figured out her schedule before he'd commenced Plan B, but he had no idea where the girl worked. It didn't seem like an important detail at the time, but now, Lucien wondered if he should've just abandoned the pre-planning and just nabbed anyone off the street.
A wailing patrol car zipped past, fast enough that Lucien simply looked in the opposite direction by way of concealing his features. No doubt it would be more focused on the coffee shop they just split from. He found himself wondering how the cop would explain to his colleagues that the suspect he was supposed to catch had served him coffee and knocked out his partner without him realising it.
Truff
One Thousand Club
As the man fell into step with her and began talking, she glanced at him sideways. She furrowed her brows. It was obvious he hadn't caught on to who she was. She figured he wouldn't. He wasn't sent from another country as far as she was concerned and her career was well hidden. "Wow. Don't you think you should take me out to dinner before asking if I've killed a man?" She shook her head, a smile playing on her face.
She took the last sip of her coffee and threw out the cup as they passed a trashcan. She was going to lead him around the city all night. He was insane if he thought she would actually bring him into her apartment. That was putting her neighbors in danger as well as herself. A thought crossed her mind that maybe the man was insane.
"You know I like that idea lets get some food. Then we can go do whatever it is you wanna do. I promise." She looked to him once more. "I'm not going to turn you in. I want my name out of the news just as much as you. Though I would appreciate a little more info on you." She continued walking as she spoke, looking for a 24 hour diner.
She took the last sip of her coffee and threw out the cup as they passed a trashcan. She was going to lead him around the city all night. He was insane if he thought she would actually bring him into her apartment. That was putting her neighbors in danger as well as herself. A thought crossed her mind that maybe the man was insane.
"You know I like that idea lets get some food. Then we can go do whatever it is you wanna do. I promise." She looked to him once more. "I'm not going to turn you in. I want my name out of the news just as much as you. Though I would appreciate a little more info on you." She continued walking as she spoke, looking for a 24 hour diner.
Caffeine Freak
Caffeine Freak
Lucien took a long look at the woman beside him. "Oh yes, because after the coffee run, I trust you so much with public places." He shook his head. Inadvertently, letting her get that stupid coffee had actually ended up breaking the ice a little. Or, at least, as broken as the ice could get when he decided to snap up the world's most tedious hostage. Really, Lucien had spent more time as her hostage since the alleyway. Still, if taking her to a coffee shop - ignoring the fact she nearly got him busted - was enough to placate the relationship a little, maybe a restaurant would be an ideal move.
The idea sounded completely ridiculous in his head, but when Lucien opened his mouth to retort, all that came out was. "Pick a restaurant."
The idea sounded completely ridiculous in his head, but when Lucien opened his mouth to retort, all that came out was. "Pick a restaurant."
Truff
One Thousand Club
Abigail, once again, couldn't believe he was agreeing with her. It was as if she was keeping him hostage and not the other way around. "You know. If you want out you can just say so. It's not like I'm the one who snatched you off the street." She gave him a look and continued walking down the sidewalk. "Though I'm not sure what the courtesy is, but I seem a lot like the guest here. So you're paying." At some point, she was going to make a break for it or at least convince him to let her go. They would go their separate ways and she would inform her boss about him. Spies all over the city would be keeping their eye out for him.
She turned suddenly, deciding the diner on their left was the one she wanted to go to. She pushed through the door, a bell dinging over head. A plump woman greeted them and directed them towards a table. As she sat, she felt another set of eyes on her. She sat up a little straighter, and looked past the man in front of her towards a woman with dark hair. The woman looked back, dark eyes full of knowing. Abby recognized her from faces in the work rush crowd every morning. She had been following Abby and now it looked like she had been waiting for her.
She turned suddenly, deciding the diner on their left was the one she wanted to go to. She pushed through the door, a bell dinging over head. A plump woman greeted them and directed them towards a table. As she sat, she felt another set of eyes on her. She sat up a little straighter, and looked past the man in front of her towards a woman with dark hair. The woman looked back, dark eyes full of knowing. Abby recognized her from faces in the work rush crowd every morning. She had been following Abby and now it looked like she had been waiting for her.
Caffeine Freak
Caffeine Freak
Lucien shrugged. Despite his situation, his hobbies as a supervillain hadn't exactly left him short on cash. As they strode around, he kept in-step beside the girl. They dipped into a diner, and Lucien noticed her composure shift when the were seated. Before, she'd been annoyingly casual about everything, now she seemed unnaturally stiff. Mildly interested, Lucien turned, following her gaze to the dark-haired woman behind him, then turned back, an eyebrow raised. "Friend of yours?" He braced his arms on the booth table, leaning closer. "Aren't you going to introduce me?"
If the dark haired woman knew this girl, Lucien knew he wouldn't be able to let her leave.
If the dark haired woman knew this girl, Lucien knew he wouldn't be able to let her leave.
Truff
One Thousand Club
Abigail's eyes moved to him. A thought crossed her mind to reach out and punch him just to cause a large enough scene to get away. But that would ensure she would get away from the dark haired woman, but not his own angry reaches. Whatever happened, Abby had to get out of the diner. She suddenly reached out and grabbed the man's large hand. Her expression towards him turned soft with feigned affection, but her words were opposite of that. "Unless you want an international government searching for you, I suggest you play along." She quietly with a soft smile on her face. From the outside it looked like a girlfriend speaking affectionately to a boyfriend.
She let go of his hand and stood up from the table. "Sweetheart I don't feel well. We should just get going." She gently pulled him up and led him out the door where she tugged him down the sidewalk into the darkness of the street. The bell ringing behind them confirmed her suspicion that the woman would follow. She turned around as the woman landed a punch to her nose. Abby stumbled backwards but opened her eyes soon enough to see her swinging a knife at her. She leapt backwards multiple times as she swung before managing to grab the woman's wrist.
She twisted it and dug the knife into the woman's chest. She landed a few more stabs before kicking her to the ground where she finally went unconscious and bleeding. Abby dropped the knife and put her hand to her bleeding nose. A mumbled curse word escaped her mouth before turning to face the man. "She was...er...trying to kill me." She looked down at the woman. "My people and her people don't get along and it's just a complicated thing ya know?"
She let go of his hand and stood up from the table. "Sweetheart I don't feel well. We should just get going." She gently pulled him up and led him out the door where she tugged him down the sidewalk into the darkness of the street. The bell ringing behind them confirmed her suspicion that the woman would follow. She turned around as the woman landed a punch to her nose. Abby stumbled backwards but opened her eyes soon enough to see her swinging a knife at her. She leapt backwards multiple times as she swung before managing to grab the woman's wrist.
She twisted it and dug the knife into the woman's chest. She landed a few more stabs before kicking her to the ground where she finally went unconscious and bleeding. Abby dropped the knife and put her hand to her bleeding nose. A mumbled curse word escaped her mouth before turning to face the man. "She was...er...trying to kill me." She looked down at the woman. "My people and her people don't get along and it's just a complicated thing ya know?"
Caffeine Freak
Caffeine Freak
"International government?" Lucien spoke exasperatedly through his teeth as he otherwise kept his features neutral. He played along, letting the girl lead him outside until she got jumped by the black-haired girl.
"Alright, settle down you two." He said, unfazed as the women grappled at eachother, picking up a brick from the breadth of the construction yard they'd ended up next to. Before he could even retaliate, however, it seemed the girl had already finished the fight.
"Yes, it did seem like she was trying to kill you." Lucien replied with mock thoughtfulness, tossing the brick aside. It was rather relaxing on his mind to know that his hostage could take care of herself. Though it was this ability to take care of herself that led her to getting into trouble in the first place, so the thought wasn't actually as relaxing as Lucien first conceived it to be. He crouched over the bleeding woman. "Are there gonna be others? 'Cause I'd sort of like to know beforehand." He poked the body a couple of times. She was beyond saving, but the thought didn't bother Lucien too much. He rose back up.
"Here." Lucien tossed the girl a pocket pack of cleanex wipes. "I'd usually use them to clean my fingerprints off stuff, but that was before I realised I could just wear gloves." He muttered, walking away from the body before anyone else showed up.
"Alright, settle down you two." He said, unfazed as the women grappled at eachother, picking up a brick from the breadth of the construction yard they'd ended up next to. Before he could even retaliate, however, it seemed the girl had already finished the fight.
"Yes, it did seem like she was trying to kill you." Lucien replied with mock thoughtfulness, tossing the brick aside. It was rather relaxing on his mind to know that his hostage could take care of herself. Though it was this ability to take care of herself that led her to getting into trouble in the first place, so the thought wasn't actually as relaxing as Lucien first conceived it to be. He crouched over the bleeding woman. "Are there gonna be others? 'Cause I'd sort of like to know beforehand." He poked the body a couple of times. She was beyond saving, but the thought didn't bother Lucien too much. He rose back up.
"Here." Lucien tossed the girl a pocket pack of cleanex wipes. "I'd usually use them to clean my fingerprints off stuff, but that was before I realised I could just wear gloves." He muttered, walking away from the body before anyone else showed up.
Truff
One Thousand Club
Abigail sighed at his comments. She wasn't exactly in the mood to deal with someone tagging along throwing in sarcastic remarks. "I'll call my boss later. Let him know. They'll take care of the police." The sheriff of the city knew of their presence and knew what they were doing. It only took one phone call to sweep the woman's death under the rug. She stepped closer to the woman and opened her coat, searching for a cell phone or even tracking device. A phone was found with no messages or information.
"I don't think they'll be more people." This woman, judging by the lack of personal information and phone being in a different language, had been a foreign spy likely sent to kill, gather information and send a message. "It looks like she works alone." She sighed and stood up.
Catching the wipes, she rolled her eyes. She supposed wiping her fingerprints off the knife would be useful. She picked it up carefully and wiped down the handle before tossing it back down. She took out another and held it to her throbbing nose before watching the man walk away. She stood for a moment before turning the opposite way and beginning to walk. Maybe she could turn the corner, find a dark ally...and she would be free of the grips of the strange man.
"I don't think they'll be more people." This woman, judging by the lack of personal information and phone being in a different language, had been a foreign spy likely sent to kill, gather information and send a message. "It looks like she works alone." She sighed and stood up.
Catching the wipes, she rolled her eyes. She supposed wiping her fingerprints off the knife would be useful. She picked it up carefully and wiped down the handle before tossing it back down. She took out another and held it to her throbbing nose before watching the man walk away. She stood for a moment before turning the opposite way and beginning to walk. Maybe she could turn the corner, find a dark ally...and she would be free of the grips of the strange man.
Caffeine Freak
Caffeine Freak
Lucien could practically read the girl's mind as he heard her steps slow in pace behind him. "You know, I can hear when you decide to turn tail." He shifted on his heel to face her, then nodded toward a couple strolling together across the street. "Watch." After clearing his throat, Lucien twitched an ear and paid close attention to what he could make out of the couple's lips.
"What should we have for dinner tonight?" He spoke in a mockingly gruff tone, then switched to a ridiculous higher pitched one as his eyes flicked to the woman.
"Steak. No, chips. No- steak and chips."
It really just seemed like Lucien was talking to himself, but every word was in sync as he heard it. To emphasize his point further, however, Lucien dug a coin out of his pocket and flicked it into the air. It struck the ground, and Lucien recognised the familiar pitch without even looking at it. "Heads." He called it, and sure enough, it was.
A skeptical observer might have called it dumb luck, but Lucien said anyway, "If I can hear a conversation across the street and tell which side of a coin is facing up just by hearing it, I'm pretty sure I can tell when you've run off." He turned back around and continued, hands stuffed into his jacket pockets. "By all means try your luck. I might even give you a headstart just because I'd feel bad."
"What should we have for dinner tonight?" He spoke in a mockingly gruff tone, then switched to a ridiculous higher pitched one as his eyes flicked to the woman.
"Steak. No, chips. No- steak and chips."
It really just seemed like Lucien was talking to himself, but every word was in sync as he heard it. To emphasize his point further, however, Lucien dug a coin out of his pocket and flicked it into the air. It struck the ground, and Lucien recognised the familiar pitch without even looking at it. "Heads." He called it, and sure enough, it was.
A skeptical observer might have called it dumb luck, but Lucien said anyway, "If I can hear a conversation across the street and tell which side of a coin is facing up just by hearing it, I'm pretty sure I can tell when you've run off." He turned back around and continued, hands stuffed into his jacket pockets. "By all means try your luck. I might even give you a headstart just because I'd feel bad."
Truff
One Thousand Club
Abigail stopped and turned back around once the man spoke. "Look buddy, no means no. Go find another woman." She frowned at him, not particularly caring what the couple across the street was saying. She didn't care what side the coin landed on either. What she cared about was why this man wasn't leaving her alone, why he had snatched her from the street only to follow her around to get coffee, dinner and watch her get attacked. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.
"What do you want from me? Who the hell are you?" She was becoming annoyed. She threw her hands into the air. "Fine. You know what? Fine." She looked at him with a mocking expression and planted her feet on the ground. "What now, hot shot?" She wasn't going to bring him to her apartment. If he didn't prove himself to be a danger to her neighbors before, he sure as hell did in that coffee shop. The man didn't seem to have a plan. He was so willing to follow her around that she wasn't sure he would know what to do if the power was thrown back at him.
"What do you want from me? Who the hell are you?" She was becoming annoyed. She threw her hands into the air. "Fine. You know what? Fine." She looked at him with a mocking expression and planted her feet on the ground. "What now, hot shot?" She wasn't going to bring him to her apartment. If he didn't prove himself to be a danger to her neighbors before, he sure as hell did in that coffee shop. The man didn't seem to have a plan. He was so willing to follow her around that she wasn't sure he would know what to do if the power was thrown back at him.
Caffeine Freak
Caffeine Freak
Lucien folded his arms. This had to be the first person he'd ever met that refused to do anything he said, and it was maddeningly infuriating. "Now we stand here until either another one of your government goons show up to kill us or the police drive by and arrest you on suspicion of collaboration with a nation's terrorist along with me for being said terrorist. Your first plan was better." He heavily sighed through his nose. "Trust me, I'd love nothing better right now than to ditch you and find a hostage that is much more considerate of my feelings," He held a hand to his heart mockingly. "But unfortunately darling, you now know who I am, so nothing short of handing me your own severed tongue is going to break this sacred bond." If he could double-fold his arms, he would be doing it at that moment. It occured to him that he hadn't had an arguement like he was now since he'd been in pre-school. The thought made him feel annoyingly childish.
Truff
One Thousand Club
Abigail scoffed. "Your feelings huh? Like snatching me off the sidewalk when I was trying to go home and mind my own business is considerate to my feelings." She frowned even deeper at him. "And I don't see why you can't just let me go. The whole city knows who you are, do you have a sacred bond with them too?" She spoke in a mocking tone. "Are you afraid that I'll tell everyone how bad you are at holding someone hostage!?" She threw her hands into the air.
At that moment, Abby wanted nothing more than to go home, crawl into bed and pretend like this whole night was a weird dream. That she wasn't being held hostage by a strange human monster combo and that someone hadn't tried to kill her. Her insides felt rattled by the whole thing. Just because she showed minimal fear didn't mean she didn't feel fear. She wanted to cry and shake and beg for her life but she knew that would just feed his ego. She crossed her arms over her chest and balled her hands up into fists to keep them from shaking. Her face remained neutral. "Don't call me darling." She mumbled.
At that moment, Abby wanted nothing more than to go home, crawl into bed and pretend like this whole night was a weird dream. That she wasn't being held hostage by a strange human monster combo and that someone hadn't tried to kill her. Her insides felt rattled by the whole thing. Just because she showed minimal fear didn't mean she didn't feel fear. She wanted to cry and shake and beg for her life but she knew that would just feed his ego. She crossed her arms over her chest and balled her hands up into fists to keep them from shaking. Her face remained neutral. "Don't call me darling." She mumbled.
Caffeine Freak
Caffeine Freak
Lucien feigned a look of being taken aback, though lowkey, he actually was a little surprised at the nerve the girl had. He was starting to wonder if ending up stuck to this girl was divine punishment for all the sins he had committed.
After a severe amount of annoyed eye twitching, Lucien opened his mouth to retort - then closed it again. This whole thing was pointless, he realised. Calling the girl his hostage would be a generous statement, considering she'd practically been the one holding his leash, and not only had he nearly get caught by sticking it out with her, but he had also learned that she was a magnet for assassins - which was a pretty big nono when his attention was in the interests of not dying. Everything had just turned into one giant embarrassing screw-up.
If this was indeed the end to his criminal reign, Lucien figured, then he wouldn't tarnish his dignity by delaying the inevitable any longer.
"Whatever..." He muttered, barely audible, his tone utterly defeated. "Go. I won't try and stop you. Talk to the police. Don't. Doesn't matter anymore. I'm already dead." Turning around, Lucien sauntered off
- or at least, was going to, until he walked right into a man just as big as he was. Not police, but Lucien had a pretty good guess who the guy was there for. He glanced back at the girl. More figures began melting out of the shadows. The man made to move past Lucien, but Lucien's own hand kept the dude right where he was.
The armed strangers stood their ground for several seconds, and the air grew thick as the goons waited for either of them to move first.
After a severe amount of annoyed eye twitching, Lucien opened his mouth to retort - then closed it again. This whole thing was pointless, he realised. Calling the girl his hostage would be a generous statement, considering she'd practically been the one holding his leash, and not only had he nearly get caught by sticking it out with her, but he had also learned that she was a magnet for assassins - which was a pretty big nono when his attention was in the interests of not dying. Everything had just turned into one giant embarrassing screw-up.
If this was indeed the end to his criminal reign, Lucien figured, then he wouldn't tarnish his dignity by delaying the inevitable any longer.
"Whatever..." He muttered, barely audible, his tone utterly defeated. "Go. I won't try and stop you. Talk to the police. Don't. Doesn't matter anymore. I'm already dead." Turning around, Lucien sauntered off
- or at least, was going to, until he walked right into a man just as big as he was. Not police, but Lucien had a pretty good guess who the guy was there for. He glanced back at the girl. More figures began melting out of the shadows. The man made to move past Lucien, but Lucien's own hand kept the dude right where he was.
The armed strangers stood their ground for several seconds, and the air grew thick as the goons waited for either of them to move first.
Truff
One Thousand Club
Abigail almost felt bad for him. Almost. Not enough to go after him or anything. Just enough to feel a tiny twinge in her stomach as she turned to walk the opposite direction after saying "Fine. Good luck". She made it about four steps before she was stopped by a large man. Her breath hitched in her throat and her heart pounded in her chest. They were there for her. Or...they were there for the information she held as to where a fellow spy was going and why. She backed up and turned to follow her attacker. He seemed like the safe one between the two. She stopped when she found him also confronted by a man of large stature.
When the man found himself stopped by her attacker's hand, he let out an annoyed grunt and turned his glare towards him. For a few long seconds, everything was quiet and still. It was as if the universe stopped time for those few seconds. Then one of the men exploded with movement, lunging towards her. She jumped out of the way and landed a kick between his legs. As he fell with a painful grunt, another came behind her and wrapped his arm around her neck.
She was lifted up, kicking and trying to jab an elbow into him. Unfortunately, even with a large skill set when it came to fighting, she was overpowered and losing the ability to breathe. She let out a small gasp as she managed to jab the man in the diaphragm. He dropped her and she stumbled foward, trying to gain a breath before another came at her.
When the man found himself stopped by her attacker's hand, he let out an annoyed grunt and turned his glare towards him. For a few long seconds, everything was quiet and still. It was as if the universe stopped time for those few seconds. Then one of the men exploded with movement, lunging towards her. She jumped out of the way and landed a kick between his legs. As he fell with a painful grunt, another came behind her and wrapped his arm around her neck.
She was lifted up, kicking and trying to jab an elbow into him. Unfortunately, even with a large skill set when it came to fighting, she was overpowered and losing the ability to breathe. She let out a small gasp as she managed to jab the man in the diaphragm. He dropped her and she stumbled foward, trying to gain a breath before another came at her.
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