Taken (Open)

[EclipseValeska]

(It's been a while since I've been on here. Trying my hand at this again. I'm looking for One male to RP with, if you're interested send me an IM. Thank you to my first partner)

Isis awoke with a start. She lay in the darkness, the cool cotton sheets bunched in one fist, her other hand tucked under the pillow. Had she heard something? She held her breath, her ears searching for the sound again, if there had been one at all. She heart was slamming against her breast. Nothing met her ears, not even the sounds of the crickets or the bull frogs singing out their lullaby. Strange. The more time she spent here, the more strange everything was in the old mansion.

At first, this place had been her refuge from the storm; a sanctuary where perhaps she could be safe, at least for a little while. Isis shifted, bringing her other hand down, lacing her fingers together, letting out the breath she’d been holding. Still no noise came to her ears and she left her heart beginning to slow. Staring at the ceiling, her thoughts crept across the last five days, like the vines that climbed the walls of the old mansion.

The moment she had stepped inside the ancient walls of the stately manor house, she felt at peace, something she hadn’t felt since the car accident had taken her mother from her, five years before. Even now, the terror trickled away and she was once again filled with a peace that she didn’t quiet understand. A soft breeze brought the fresh scent of honeysuckle through the open window. Sitting up, Isis ran her fingers through the tangles in her long black waves. Her eyes focused on mirror on the vanity that sat across the room.

The moon filtered through the sheers, illuminating her image in the mirror. Even from this distance, she could see her mother’s features set upon her face. She was 19, but looked much older. Fear had made lines of worry appear on her once flawless face. Her blue eyes were clear, but windows to the sadness that she had kept inside for so long. Her olive complexion, the same skin that had graced her mother’s beautiful face. She was even wearing the t-shirt that her mother had gotten from her alma mater.

Sliding out of bed, she walked to the window, staring out across the high grass. The moon illuminated the entire expanse of the field behind the house. Isis watched the breeze stir the high grass, sending waves of movement across the green field. There was still no sound out there, it was as if the entire world had been muted around her.

Fear had made her jumpy. She was so petrified that he had found her, that he had followed her, that the hours of sleep she could catch were filled with nightmares of the terror she had witnessed or that her stepfather had finally found her. A chill raced down her spine at that thought. What was she going to do? She couldn’t stay here forever, she couldn’t run forever. Her stepfather’s influence had a wide reach, it was only a matter of time before he found her. It was only a matter of time until her life was snuffed out.

 

[Elvenoff1]

Steel colored orbs barreled down upon the small glass filled with ice and a strange orange colored drink. It tasted just as bad as it looked, but the thick fingers that clasped around it with conviction didn’t care for it calmed the nerves. He needed something to calm them down especially this night, for this night was the night that he lost his wife five years ago to an auto accident, well that is what they told him anyway, but he knew whom it was that took her life from him.

He took a deep sip of the liquid and shivered at the bitter taste for there was one that was already present in his mouth. His hard gaze drifted from the glass to the badge that lay beside the small bowl of pretzels, Chief of Detectives wrote in blue against the gold plated backing. Did he deserve this badge? No, not after that night, that night he invaded his stepdaughter’s bedroom. His mind replayed that night when he went off the deep end and betrayed the trust that his wife and stepdaughter gave to him. He was drunk; he spent the night looking at the photo album of his family. His keen eyesight trained to look at small detail noticed in the photos that her daughter looked just like her mother, his wife.

So on that night he rose from his chair, tossing the album to the side and made his way down the darkened hallway. His heart thumped with arousal of seeing his wife once more. He opened the door and walked into her bedroom. The lights of the big city gave enough illumination for him to catch the beauty of her face. It was his wife! Quickly he moved upon her and showered her with kisses, his hands pulling and ripping the very thin fabric that covered her body. His breathing was rapid with the raging desire to be with his wife was more than his intoxicated body could handle. The darkness took him instantly.

He woke with the morning light blinding him; he looked about and realized that he was in Isis room. ‘What the hell?’ he asked himself through the ringing of his ears, the pounding of his head to every breath he took. “Isis? …. Where are you?” He stood up and then it hit him square in the face for there on the floor was the ripped nightclothes, it wasn’t a dream! “Shit, what have I done?” He moved out of her room to the bathing room, “Isis?” he yelled into the empty room.

Fear struck him like a lightening bolt sent down from the heavens. His mind instantly went to the group that was responsible for killing his wife, which was a warning for him to back off, but he didn’t listen, for all it did was made him cross the line and take justice into his own hands. Breaking laws which he sworn to uphold so that he could wreak vengeance against them. Now, now, his stepdaughter is out there not knowing the truth of her mother’s death, running the streets in fear of him, but what was out there waiting for her was worse than the mistake he did under distress.

He has already pass the word down the ranks of Detectives to keep an ear out for the location of his Daughter whom is reported as being missing with extreme emotional distress. Again he picks the phone up and calls her number. “Come on Isis answer, that night was a mistake.” even though he could not over look the fact that she was a exact copy of his wife. “Isis, please.” He pulled the phone away from his ear and took another drink of the bitter liquid. His mind thinking of every place she might of went, or someone she ran too. He had his detectives working those angles while he was going to start hitting the places that she loved to go and visit..

The shadowy figured placed the phone next to his lips.."She is here..."

 

[EclipseValeska]

Had it really been less than a week? Less than seven days since she had learned what true betrayal was? Learned what true terror felt like? She turned from her reflection in the mirror, her sapphire eyes welling with tears once more at the memory of that night. With trembling fingers, she wiped at her face, glancing at the window once more. The old mansion was the safest place, the only place she could think to hide. It was a place that she and her mother had visited when she was a child. A place where they could lie under the huge oak that graced the front yard and day dream about a brighter future than the one they had lived at the time.

Alyssa, her mother, loved to just get in the car and drive. She would often just pack Isis up and head out for a weekend, nothing but the clothes on their back and gas in the tank. She had loved those days, finding new and unusual places. And this was one of those places. She had never told her stepfather, John, about this place. Once, when she and Isis had come here to day dream, she had asked her mother why she had kept this place a secret. She mother had only smiled and said, “Everyone needs a place that’s all their own, Isis. That’s what this place is to me.” Perhaps that’s why she had felt instantly safe in this place, because her mother’s spirit lingered amongst the leaves of the oak, or in the chipped and cracked paint on the walls.

Isis crossed the room, going to the bathroom that adjoined the master bedroom. Sliding her hand up the wall, she removed the glass sconce from the wall, she had placed a thick pillar candle in the old light. Setting the glass down carefully, she picked up the box of matches that she had found in the kitchen and light the candle. The flame licked the wick a moment, sending the darkness scurrying for remote corners of the small room.

She had thanked God for the good fortune that the gas was still on in the old mansion. She assumed it was to keep the furnace running in the winter months, to insure the pipes wouldn’t freeze. The house had been vacant and falling to ruin for the past 15 years, that she knew of, maybe more. She had heard that the man that had once rambled within the walls of the home had built this massive edifice from his wife. When he discovered that she had been carrying on an affair with his business partner, he refused to divorce the adulterous woman, he drove his business partner out of the jointly owned company, buying him out for pennies on the dollar. The man never allowed the woman to live in the finely built home. Parts of the house were still unfinished. Rumor had it that they still lived in the area and that the empty house was a reminder to the woman of her affair.

Isis turned to the bath, placing the plug into the bottom of the tub and starting the water, steam rose from the water after a few moments. The bathroom was still mostly shrouded in darkness, but she didn’t care, she felt safest in the dark. She pulled off her t-shirt, placing it carefully on the counter, as though it were more precious than gold. Her mother had actually worn the shirt rather frequently, the last time she had worn it had been the morning she had died. Sliding her thin cotton panties over her shapely legs, she let them fall to the floor.

Isis sank into the hot water, the first feeling of it scorching her skin. The heat sank into her skin, then pierced her bones, but still wouldn’t fully remove the chill that had plagued her for nearly a week. She looked down at her wrists, the yellowing impression of John’s hand still. Leaning forward, she turned the taps off, the final drips splashing into the water. She closed her eyes, relaxing back into the water, letting the heat splash up over her full breasts.

That night was etched into her mind now, forever changing her, changing the way she looked at John. He had been apart of her life since she was three, the only man she had ever known as a father. Her own father had died before her birth, she had never even seen a photo of him. At the time, when he had come into their lives, he had been a beat cop. With hard work and determination, be had achieved much in his career, but to Isis, he was just daddy. She had been the flower girl at their wedding, five years old and tossing daisies she had plucked from the her mother’s garden on the carpeted aisle.

Now those memories were tainted by that awful night. She had went to bed early, the anniversary of her mothers death had always hit her so hard. But this year seemed especially hard. John, usually very strict about her going to school, expecting great things from her, had allowed her to stay home that day. She would only be missing one class. Her professors would understand, he had assured her. She had spent most of the afternoon trying to distract herself, trying not to think to hard. But the trip to the cemetery had been their undoing. She could not stop the flood of tears, no matter how hard she tried.

The car ride home had been quiet, neither said anything. Isis had ran upstairs to her bed room, sliding into her pajamas and hiding beneath her quilt that her grandmother had given her. She didn’t know how long she had slept, but the sound of her bedroom door slamming open jarred her from her dreamless sleep.

John stood framed in the doorway, his steel gray eyes boring into her. She could smell the whiskey from where she sat. The look in his eyes made her insides quiver, spasm in fear. Before she could utter a sound, he was on her, tearing the quilt back. Instinct told her what was coming next, she attempted to scream, to roll off the bed, but he was quicker and stronger than she would have thought possible, given this drunken stupor.

He grasped both her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head, fear chocked the words in her throat as she stared up at him. His other hand moved down, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her gown. In a moment, the torn remains were on the floor. Fresh tears had come to her eyes, as she struggled against him, feeling his heat, his hard body pressing down on hers, his lips, searing hers.

She struggled, but he was to strong, to powerful to overcome. With her hands still pinned above her head, he touched her, his tongue forcing its way past her lips and into her mouth, tasting and exploring the dark recesses. His free hand roamed, teasing her nipples and breasts, plucking at the sensitive nubs, causing them to peak and betray her. He tore his mouth away from hers, leaving a trail with his tongue along her jaw and down her throat. His hand moved across her trembling stomach as she attempted to close her legs, he had pinned her to the bed, body laying between her open legs, she could feel him, hard and throbbing against her naked mound.

His fingers found the soft curls, the ones that only one boy that every touched before. She shivered, willing his hand away, begging God to give him a moment of sanity, to stop before he crossed a line that should never be crossed. Moving lower, his fingers touched the nub of flesh, the sensitive core of her being that ignited in a million shock waves throughout her entire body. His rough, callused fingers teased her gingerly, at first, touching her almost tentatively. The caresses grew more urgent, she could feel her own moisture beginning to slide from the opening of her body. “Please, don’t” she managed in a sob. She closed her eyes, as two thick fingers entered her. She screamed, crying out in pain. Tears stained her cheeks, as she tried in vain to move away from the horrible invasion.

She opened them again when she felt his weight shift, just barely. She heard the clasp on his felt release, heard the growl of his zipper. Panic brought to life a new struggle, but it too was in vain. She watched as he licked the palm of his hand, knowing she was not ready for him, she felt the head of his cock, slick with his own lubrication. “Please!” She begged once more. She screamed again, feeling fire tear through the center of her being. She had lost her virginity at seventeen and had only had sex with the young man who had taken her virginity. The last time had been six months ago. John was much larger than Steven had been. She sobbed as he started moving inside her, filling her over and over with his hard cock. His mouth found hers once more, silencing her effectively.

She heard him grunt, moaning into her mouth. She felt the warmth of his seed fill her. He pulled his mouth away from her. She dared not move as he moved off of her. John lay beside her, eyes hooded, never really seeing her. He pulled her to him, holding her tightly, rocking her gently as he drifted off to sleep, never saying a word.

Once he began to snore, she felt safe enough to move. She had grabbed the first things she came to in her drawers and her cell phone. She had about 25 dollars in her purse. The only place she could think of was the mansion. She would be safe there.

It seemed like years ago. She knew that she couldn’t stay here forever. But for the time being, she didn’t know what else to do. She shivered, despite the heat of the bath. What if he found her? What if she wasn’t as safe as she thought? What was she going to do?

 

[Elvenoff1]

Thick fingers flipped the phone open upon its notification tune that indicated an incoming call. The voice came from the other side. It’s heavy British accent coming through strong. “She is here.” The voice spoke before the phone went dead. Kain closed the lid and resumed his look over the big city from his high balcony penthouse. His face twitching under the news that he just received. The personal vendetta that this John Combs is undergoing against him has cost him millions not to mention his reputation as being the crime lord of this city. He truly thought years ago that this detective would be an easy payoff but he wasn’t, he was like a tiger eating a steak and wouldn’t let go, even with the attempts against his life and those of his partners this cop didn’t let go and kept hunting every activity that Kain had scheduled throughout the city. Then even after killing his wife this detective bore down and took more, did things that normal cops couldn’t or wouldn’t do.

He took a sip of the liquid that he has been holding for sometime now. The cool liquid burned as it went down. Now he has to be shown again, what happens when you fuck with Kain and his enterprise. He wouldn’t kill this Isis no, he was going to turn her into his personal slut and make John watch as he fucked his daughter and made her do some really nasty stuff. A smile came over his face at the thought. He looked down at the photo of the young woman. She looked just like her mother, a very attractive young woman that he was going to enjoy all day everyday.

Kain took another sip of the liquid before gazing down into the main center of the city, its lights and sounds were his for the taking and all he had to do was to get rid of this John Combs, but he was like a cockroach, nearly impossible to kill so he will have to be controlled. He finished his drink, picked up the picture and stood gazing at it. “I’m going to enjoy you my dear.” he mused before walking back into the penthouse. “You have a job to do. I want you to go to stately manor and apprehend this woman. I want her unharmed do I make myself clear?” He handed the picture over to the small awaiting hand; “Crystal Clear.” followed the soft voice before it left Kain standing alone in his penthouse.

John rolled over and instantly grabbed his phone, flipping the lid up and anger flared in the pulp of his steel orbs. No missed calls were as if a knife rammed to the hilt deep in the pit of his stomach. He ran his hands through his salt and pepper hair, “Isis where the hell are you.” He stood up, stretched his arms and back before moving to the bathroom. He glared into the mirror looking at the mug staring back at him, his eyes hard demanding him to find his stepdaughter before that bastard of a Kain did. He could only imagine the horror that Isis would face if she fell into his slimily hands.

Turning the faucet on and cupping the cool water he splashed his third day growth a few times attempting to run the fatigue from his body, for he has been unable to sleep well since she fled the house. Toweling off the cool water from his face, he grabbed the phone again and dialed. “Come on Isis pick it up.” again, her friendly voice mail answer the phone. His gaze drifted to the half-filled bottle of liquid drowns your sorrows. “Not today John.” Turning away from the bottle, his gaze now resting upon the floor, his mind rummaging through his memory of the places that his wife and Isis went often. It would be a place that brought happiness to Isis, would bring memories of her mother back to her in a comforting way. There were a few places that he knew of for sure, but he wasn’t sure of all the places that they went, since he was out doing his job instead of having the time to spend with them, as he should have done.

Redialing, he knew she would not answer for she was an intelligent woman whom knew he would be trying to get a tower bing off her phone if she answered his call or made a call out he could find her. “Damn, can’t you make one mistake in your life.” he growled at her demeanor. Dialing, “This is Chief Combs; I want a couple of detectives to check the zoo, the maze garden of roses, and Ocean World for my daughter.” He gruffly commanded.

The black SUV pulled up along the gate that leads into the Estate. It’s far off location was perfect place to keep her here and allow Kain to do as he wished to do for it was remote enough that no one would here the screams or the pleas for help. Thin fingers picked the phone up and dialed the number Kain inputted into it. “I’m here. Your presents are no longer required. Leave now.” The voice soft but commanding nonetheless, “She is yours.” followed the heavy accented voice. Closing the lid and placing the phone back into the pocket that it was retracted from; the nimble figure stepped out of the SUV and slithered through the small gap in the gates heading professionally toward the Manor, its emerald eyes scanning over the landscape ensuring that the target wasn’t outside. Slowly moving closer to the mansion, it stopped every now and then to continue its search for the target. Windows, heavy shrubbery, balconies, alcoves, all were scanned over by the emerald eyes.

The figure slithered into the mansion, making one mistake as it misjudged the condition of the main door as it creaked to its opening. The figure stood, not moving, not closing the door, not breathing until only silence was received. Slowly the figure moved, slower than it would have it the door didn’t make that sound, but this was an aging mansion and strange sounds were more likely than not. Nevertheless, it had a job to do and it was here to do it.

The figure moved from room to room, listening at doors that were shut, peeking in on the ones that were opened. Clearing the first floor, it made its way up the stairs, following the same method that it did down stairs resumed its’ search. Half way down the hallway the search came to an end.

Standing in the doorway the petite from of a female could be seen, clad in what would be a modern day ninja outfit stood watching her target bathing.

 

[EclipseValeska]

The house creaked somewhere below. Isis picked her head up once more, listening to the house, waiting for an answer. Once again, only the quiet met her ears. Resting her head back on the tub ledge she close her eyes, her arms draped over the side. Sitting here, in the bath, she could pretend that the last few days had all been a nightmare. She could pretend that she would wake up, be at home, safe in her bed and have John there to comfort her. Tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes.

She remembered the first time she’d ever met him. And her mother had been out on one of their many trips. She had been running along in the park, playing hide and seek with her mother. The day had been cool and crisp, the first tendrils of fall in the air. She had gotten away from her mother, hoping to outsmart her. She had hidden herself well, had even watched as her mother walked past. Isis was good at hide and seek, she had always loved it.

But the area where they were playing was a large forest. Isis soon became disoriented and the cool, crisp day grew cold and dark. She had been alone in the woods for so long. She finally she sat down and cried. She missed her mother so much, she was scared she would never see her again. In the distance, she heard people calling her name, but she was to frightened to reply. Her mother had warned her about strangers, warned her about danger from those she didn’t know.

Isis hid behind the tree, watching as men and women looked for her, passing right by her. Then she saw him, a police officer. She ran to him, knowing that he would protect her. Tears spilled down her pudgy, dirty cheeks. “I’m lost.” She cried as she came to him.

He was a tall, handsome man. She could see his kind heart mirrored in his gentle gray eyes. She knelt before her, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around her trembling shoulders. He took a handkerchief and wiped her face with it, smiling at her. “Isis?” He asked her, his voice as kind as his eyes. She nodded as he zipped the coat up to her chin. “You’ve had a lot of people very worried about you, Princess. Especially your mother. But I’ll take you to her.” He picked her up, cradling her against his warm chest. She relaxed in his arms, falling into deep sleep.

When she woke later, her mother was showering her face with kisses and tears. She kept smiling up at the policeman, telling him thank you over and over. She looked so relieved and happy, Isis had never seen her so happy. After that, the man, Officer John Combs started coming over, bringing her little gifts, simple things like candy bars or coloring books. Her brought her a doll once with black hair and blue eyes, just like hers. She loved that doll, it still sat on her bookshelf in her room.

But those days were over now, shattered by a moment of drunken insanity. Could she ever forgive him? How could she even stand to look at him ever again. She had her cell phone with her, maybe she should turn it on and see if he had tried to call. Stupid! Of course he had tried to call, he was crazy. He had the entire police force to help track her down. She knew what the police could do. She wouldn’t be able to stay here much longer. She would leave in the morning, get on a bus and head anywhere but here.

A feeling came over her, a presence was with her. Not just with her, but watching her. Slowly, she raised her head. Her eyes caught sight of the figure in the door and before she could stop herself she belted out an ear piercing scream of terror.

 

[Elvenoff1]

John lowered the phone after the third call, his mind solely upon Isis, but not the way he wanted. His mind played over the images of her breasts, the hard nipples that spoke to him while he pinched and twisted them, the feel of her sphere filling his hands as he groped her perfect curves. ’Damn-it’ he spewed out as he slammed the phone down upon the desk, obvious to others that his anger was cracking his self-control, it’s fire settled deep within his eyes. Her taste, her soft lips, a burning slowly was forming in his gut, shaking his head from side to side attempting to remove the images from his mind, the feel of her body withering about under him, the feel of her heat, the wetness of her folds, and the sensitive nub of her clit. His cock jerked to life as it slowly responded to the memories. Her liquid heat covering his fingers as he explored her insides ’Stop!’ his mind yelled as he place his face into his hands.

Deep controlling breaths were his last resort to gain control of himself. He shivered not from a chill but from the fact that he was aroused by the images of him raping his stepdaughter. Has this desire been lying dormant until now, released by a drunken stupor? “Isis,” he whispered her name, images of her flooding his mind once more. He didn’t fight it this time, he wanted to feel her again, needed to feel her, and for this maybe, the last memory he has of her if Kain gets to her first.

He stood up from the detectives’ desk and headed back into his office. Taking a stance at the large bay windows that over looked the city. “Where are you Isis? His eyes scanned over the city trying to figure out where or whom she would have gone too. Picking up his phone he dialed once me, “Pick it up Isis.” he pleaded.

The scream was ear piercing, riddled with terror, echoing it’s demeanor within the mansion but falling upon deaf ears. Tilting its head to the side, it looked upon her with questionable eyes. Why send her? The spotter could have taken her out easily. Was she sent here in case John Combs was here? That make better sense, but only if it were true. No, there was another reason and it didn’t settle with her at all.

Kemora held out her empty hands to show Isis she was unarmed. Her slender, agile body moved forward toward Isis. Her gaze locked to Isis’s eyes trying to figure out why she was here and alone. Her dark blue orbs scanned over Isis body quickly before moving back up to her eyes. She still couldn’t figure out why her? Before coming here, she figured this woman would equal her skill in combat and that is why she was sent, but now just by seeing the fear flowing through her she knew that wasn’t the reason. She has failed a few jobs here lately going up against an organization know as the syndicate, but Kain himself wasn’t handling them successfully yet.

Kemora removed her headgear; her long red hair flowed down over her shoulders and covered half of her breast. Her deep blue eyes sparkled from the angle of sunlight hitting her. “Isis? I’m Kemora, I have been sent here to bring you back.” she moved forward more. “Don’t be afraid, I’m not going to hurt you?” she continued to move forward.

 

[EclipseValeska]

Isis heard the scream echo around the room, felt terror once more overload her system. She was trapped, naked and unarmed, completely vulnerable to the person standing framed in the doorway. She watched as the person revealed herself to be a woman, long red hair tumbling over her shoulders. Isis watched her with weary trepidation. She had never seen this woman before, but she seemed to know her. Was she an associate of her John’s? Could she possibly be on the police force? Had her time already run out?

She couldn't even begin to imagine what fate awaited her, now that she had been discovered. She trembled so hard that the water rippled around her. He would kill her! He would make her death appear to be a suicide, something she had attempted and failed once before, she had the scar to prove it. This time, he would see to it, she wouldn't fail. How would be kill her? Would he rape her again, use her body before he disposed of her, just for the hell of it?

Isis watched the woman as she moved closer to her, her movements cat like and stealthy. “Isis? I’m Kemora, I have been sent here to bring you back. Don’t be afraid, I’m not going to hurt you?” Fear caught her voice in her throat, she had been right! John had sent her. Isis covered her face with her trembling fingers, shaking her head frantically from side to side. “No.” She whispered, her voice cracking and choked. “Please, you don’t understand. He’ll kill me!” She shuddered at the thought of her life being completely snuffed out.

Raising her blue eyes to meet Kemora’s, tears trickled from the corners and over her cheeks. “Please, you’re killing me by giving me back to John.” Isis rose slowly, legs and arms covered in healing bruises, signs of the struggle that had happened the night he had robbed her completely of her innocence. “He did this to me.” Grabbing the towel from the towel bar over the tub, she quickly wrapped it around her trembling form. Isis stepped from the tub, backing slowly away from Kemora. She was tapped, there was only one way out of the bathroom and that was through the young woman who was now blocking her path.

Clutching the towel around her, Isis felt the cool wall press against her back. Her eyes quickly scanned for something, anything she could use as a weapon. Out of the corner of her eyes, just inside the linen closet, she spied the tarnished handle of a silver mirror. Instinct took over, as she in one swift motion, she thrust her hand though the ajar door, grasped the handle and hurdled it at Kemora. She didn't wait to see if she hand made contact, only bolted through the door and out of the bathroom.

Isis grabbed the bedroom door, slamming it shut behind her, hoping to give herself a second or two lead on the woman, hoping and praying that she had at least caught Kemora off guard enough to give her a chance. Still clutching the towel, she made her way for the stairs, the floor was slick under her feet and at the top of the stairs, she slipped, her ankle twisting and giving way. Her hand grasped for the handrail, but only slowed her slightly as she rolled down the steps.

A million stars enclosed around her vision as her head made contact with one of the hardwood steps. Pain exploded all around her as the darkness covered her completely.

 

[Elvenoff1]

‘What is going on?’ Kemora eyes narrowed, looking at crying young woman, seeing the terror she felt by her trembling body. Kemora felt unease about this whole situation. She eyed Isis closer when she placed her hands over her eyes and shook her head, whimpering no to her, telling her that she didn’t understand that he was going to kill her. Kemora stood in her place her mind drifting from the terror-stricken woman to her own situation. Her mind kept tugging as why Kain would send is best assassin to take out this? Yeah, she was John Combs daughter, but he wasn’t here that spotter would have seen if John was here so why?

Kemora’s thoughts were broken when Isis’s blue orbs locked onto hers, tears flowing down her checks. The hardcore that Kemora always shown was almost broken as she wanted to reach out and ease the pain and terror that this young lady was suffering from. She paused as the Isis placed her association with her father. Then a brick wall slapped Kemora in the face when Isis stood up, bruises in places that was only associated with the act of rape.

Kemora gasped from the inside but kept her calmness on the outside. Rage was building inside of her, even if she was a cold assassin she never took an innocent life. This , this in her book was one of the worse crimes in mankind. She raised her hands up when Isis moved out of the tub and grabbed a towel and slowly was moving backwards.

“Iris,” Kemora’s face eased up showing a little concern. “There is something going..” Her sentence broken off as a mirror nicked her across the face and Isis bolted through the door and out of the bedroom, the door slamming shut behind her. Kemora shook her head not from pain but from being caught off guard and allowing her hardness to soften up for the young lady. A error that would not happen again. She spun around and darted out the bathroom door, flinging upon the bedroom and just caught view Isis losing her balance and tumbling down the stairwell.

Kemora bolted to the stairwell and glanced down, there on the bottom was Isis sprawled out her head resting on the bottom stair. She wasn’t moving but her chest was slowly rising and falling indicating that she was alive. Taking and releasing a heavy breathe she made her way down the stairs to the unconscious Isis. Kemora lowered her form down and felt Isis neck, nodding to the strong pulse. She retighten the towel around Isis body and slowly picked her up. “Damn, where were the men when you really did need them.” She whispered into the air.

Kemora took her back upstairs and placed her upon the bed covering her up with the sheets. She brushed some of the raven colored hair out of her face and back over her ear. She was a beautiful woman whom suffered a terrible act and now she was hunted not only be Kain, but her father as well. “Kemora, what are you doing?” She asked herself as she gazed down upon Isis. She couldn’t answer that question for she didn’t know the answer.

She rose and went to the bathroom, wetted down a towel with cool water and moved back to the side of Isis, slowly wiping the young woman’s face. “What am I going to do?” she asked herself thinking that Kain knew of this place and if she knew John Combs he would also know of this place soon enough. She wiped the face a little more, “Kain, if he wants me taken out for some reason, a team was heading here now, If John finds out about this place a police response swat team will be coming. Either way they were both in danger.” She stopped wiping and decided that she had to test the waters by taking to Kain, maybe he didn’t want her dead but wanted to make sure the job got done correctly. She pulled out her phone and dialed Kain. “I have her. Do you want me to bring her to you? Or do you want to come here for her?” The phone went dead… “Shit!” Kemora looked down at Isis, “Come on wake up.” She shook her slightly, “You have to wake up, we are in trouble.”

 

[EclipseValeska]

Her head throbbed, her brain seemed to rattle inside her skull as she was being shook. She had only been drunk once in her life, and the after effects had been bad. John had caught her drinking, an act of rebellion shortly after her mother had died. The next morning, he had shaken her awake. Her head then had felt broken, disconnected but throbbed. This was worse. Slowly, she opened her eyes, the sound of her own heartbeat filling her ears with sound. She saw the woman again, saw she was speaking to her, but the words were drowned out by her own heartbeat.

The misstep on the stairs had been her own damn fault. How many times had her mother told her as a child not to run through the house? A million? Honestly, she never imagined that she would be so clumsy as to slip and fall down the steps. Sound started to filter into her brain as she sat up slowly. Her eyes half closed, the piercing light from the sun coming through the curtains causing another knife like spasm of pain to assault her skull.

“Trouble?” She asked holding her head, wondering if she had broken anything, Her side ached, but she didn’t think anything was broken there. Her ankle hurt, but she thought it was more from wacking it in the fall than from twisting it. “What? Will you not get paid as much for returning me damaged to him?” Her words were cold as she spat them at Kemora. She push her hand away. “Sorry to fuck up your pay day!” Isis pushed her fear away, swallowed it down.

She had her mother’s temper. John said that she was her mother, made over and it was true. Had they been born as sisters, they would have been identical twins. As mother and daughter, they had been close, but when they would fight it was often very intense; the one knowing how to push the other’s buttons.

“How can you live with yourself?” Isis said, her eyes once again raising to meet Kemora’s, the sapphire eyes that were usually so warm and full of life, were now twin piercing ice spears. “How can you give a girl back to the man who raped her? A man who took pleasure in terrorizing his own stepdaughter.”

 

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A thin smile formed over the non-colored lips of Kemora when a slither of blue peeked through slowly opening lids. She stopped shaking the young woman, knowing that if she had a concussion shaking her would be problematic, but if she didn’t get them out of there they would be dead-o-matic most assuredly. She knew the team that Kain would be sending and it was a group of people that she didn’t feel like facing of with, for she really hated feeling pain.

A thin brow arched, lids slightly closed narrowing the blue orbs that focused upon Isis face. The words spoken by Isis didn’t make sense. A concussion for sure. “Isis, Listen to me.” She pulled back when Isis pushed her hand away. The lids completely close, head drops slightly as Kemora knew that moving Isis in this state would cause more damage than what was acceptable. Now her options were limited to finding the best place in this old mansion that would be easily defendable.

She opened her eyes and moved her gaze back to Isis. “Listen to me.” She lowered her head again when Isis spit out the second statement of her delusional mind-set. “Isis, I do not work for your stepfather! I am not taking you back to that Bastard, but the one that I am working for is ten times worse than your stepfather. He will make you his sex slave, rape you three of four times a day seven days a week. I work for Kain, and I was supposed to take you to him. But I am not going to because he wants me dead as well. Isis, he is sending people here to kill us.

She lightly took hold of Isis’s chin and brought her eyes up to hers. Her eyes bounced slightly back and forth taking in Isis facial features. “Do you know a place here that has only one way, thick walling?” she was sure that this team would be using armor-piercing Teflon rounds. Most of Kain’s men carried them for he was always locking horns with John and his swat teams.

She resumed her concentration upon Isis trying to calm her down, which was extremely difficult due to her injury. “Isis, hey, look at me.” she spoke slow and direct. “We have to move to a safer room. Think is there a place here that has only one way in and has thick walls?” she asked again, rising her head, staring at the wall while concentrating with her hearing…

 

[EclipseValeska]

The words slapped Isis across the face, someone else was after her? Ice ran through her veins. What in the hell was John mixed up in? Her stomach rolled as she listened to Kemora. Her head throbbed with unholy rage, she could already feel the knot forming just above her left ear. She wanted nothing more to cover her head and pretend the last week had never happened, to wake up from this nightmare and to a world where she still trusted and loved her stepfather.

"A safe place?" She spoke slowly, her tongue felt sluggish in her mouth, which was suddenly drier than the Sahara. She slid off the bed, her feet touching the cool hard wood as rose, trying to steady herself on her throbbing ankle. It bore weight, thank God. Moving quickly and without modesty, she went to her duffle bag. She allowed the towel to fall away, blushing as she got dressed. She could feel the heat embarrassment flush her skin as she stood there in that moment, naked before a complete stranger. But, there was no time to ask for privacy, their lives may very well depend on each passing second.

Her mind scanned quickly the possibilities. The house was huge, built during the 80's when the threat of Soviet weapons bend on annihilation was a very real threat. The former occupant had such a place, built to withstand the Second Coming, home invasion, or hopefully nuclear attack "Panic room!" she said, sitting on the edge of the bed, sliding on her tennis shoes. She bit back a cry of pain as she bent to tie them, all the blood rushing to her head, causing lights to dance before her eyes. She thought for a moment she would pass out, vomit or both.

Isis had found the room while exploring the mansion, having not a lot else to do during those first couple of days. The room was hidden in the attic, a steel reinforced cube, 18x20 with enough amenities to keep at least two people safely occupied for a month. It was not luxurious, but it was however safe. "Follow me!" she said, trying to focus on the task at hand. So many questions bristled her mind, but she knew this was not the time to ask, if she valued her life as a free woman, she would have to wait.

This room was not the Master Bedroom, this was a guest room, adjacent to the Master Bedroom. The owner had been crafty in his thinking. In the event of a break-in, he and his wife would have been safe, even if the perpetrators would have known to look for a panic room, the assumption would have been to place the entrance in their own closet. However, the entrance to the panic room was in the closet of this guest room.

Stepping into the darkness of the closet, Isis felt of the back wall. She had found the entrance by accident. She had been looking for an extra blanket, feeling around in the dark on the top shelf. Standing on her tiptoes, she had lost her balance and fell into the back wall. Instead of being a thud of her shoulder striking the wall, there had been an echo and the sound of a lever releasing.

Standing before that secret door now, she slid her hand along the wall, pushing, hearing the lever release quietly in the darkness. Pulling the door open, she grabbed a flashlight from the first step, a precaution she had done once discovering the panic room. The steps where narrow and the flashlight illuminated the dark stairwell. It appeared at first to be a stairway to nowhere, but the ceiling gave way with a hefty push and the panic room was revealed.

 

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Kemora was paranoid now more than ever now that reasoning has brought her a suspicions view of Kain’s actions. The most recent was the hanging up of the phone. Her mind spun off on its own thinking of all that she has done in the past six months for that is when Kain started to use her ability daily. She could not pin point what she has done to upset him enough to have her terminated. Yes, she has failed several times to infiltrate the Syn organization but there were many other operatives that failed as well and he could not afford to off them all. No it had to be something more severe that maybe didn’t directly involve her but required her to be terminated. That was it! He made a fucking deal!

She was furious at her conclusion and wanted so much to extract a painful blow to him, then the thought that maybe going to chief Combs would surely put a kink in his plans. Her thoughts then went to Isis, what would she do with her? She surely wasn’t going to hand her over to some prick that would rape his only stepdaughter.

Her thoughts were distracted when Isis spoke up to her “Yes Isis, a safe place, we have to get to a safe place quickly.” She repeated her statement with more intensity. She offered to help Isis stand but realized it would be best to allow her to do it herself. Kemora was impressed with the resilience she is displaying. She sat down upon the bed and watched Isis walk over to a duffle bag and pull some clothing out. Her towel dropping to the floor.

Kemora’s eyes narrowed and fill with anger as the bruise were more evident and darker now. She looked as if she went through a war zone. “Isis.” was all that she could say. She stood up and moved over to her placing a hand upon her waist.

Isis, face lit up and her words rang out. Kemora nodded and followed the young woman. Her hand lying upon the handle of her small berretta stuck in the back of her waistband. She really didn’t know what to do having Isis to protect. If she were on her own, she would have already been out of the city and not even look back.

She followed Isis into the panic room and felt much better with the situation that someone had to go through to get to them and she could easily defend this place. She slid down the wall until she came to a rest on the floor. She pulled her knees up to her chest and took a deep breathe. This was her favorite position while she had to think things out.

“Isis, we may have to call John for help. Kain is a major crime lord here in the city and I can’t defend you against his organization forever by myself.” She allowed it to just come out no sense in butter things up. It was best to be blunt and to the point for their lives depended upon it.