“Stay still, Girl!” The big man tried to hold her down while the little one came at her ever so slowly with the needle in his hand. They were both dressed in black suits so they obviously had to keep an image up with the woman, but Princess wasn’t interested. They were hired help for that woman, that awful, awful woman.
“Hold her down damnit!” A wrinkled, stern looking old lady was standing next to them now. She must be their boss… this is just the muscle; the mind is somewhere else.
Princess continued to thrash about- she wasn’t about to let them get her on the floor. She didn’t know what was in that syringe. She didn’t want to find out yet either. She’d just been abducted from outside the local occult shop and taken to the place she knew full well- the temporary lair of the diabolical sorceress herself.
“LET ME GO!!!!” She kicked the big one between the legs with her knee and didn’t stop going until his face had finally contorted to the most pain stricken and had gone past the bright red colour and turned into a pink with a purple tint. He dropped to the floor with a dull yet loud thud. Tiny cracks even showed up in the bright white floor tile, in intricate trickles of black-brown.
The little man dropped his syringe, which clicked on the floor and broke in two, and gave out a girlish yelp as she lunged at him. She didn’t have to run after him as he scarpered out of the room, still screaming with his arms in the air down the corridor. The lady, however, looked angrily at her.
Princess doesn’t harm women so it was perfectly natural for her to start running. She launched forwards and hit a wall in the air- kinda. A forces pulled her right back and she landed hard on the ground with a jarring pain in her shoulder, that lead right down her right arm and peaked at her wrist. The chain on the cuffs chinked as she fell back.
“Shit.” Princess cursed under her breath.
The lady walked next to her and tilted her head, displaying a look to kill, then grabbed the back of the shirt of the big man and simply dragged him out of the room. The door slammed shut and the room was quiet – apart from the ecco.
The liquid from the syringe was on the floor and she had a close look. With a waving motion of her hands she wafted the air towards her nose. “This is a Valerian extract… and thingy mabobby too; well, it’s not like I can remember. The sedative effect is instant. They wanted to put me to sleep for a bit- and it didn’t matter if it was peaceful. Valerian can be nasty stuff.”
An hour later and the door cracked open. Princess was eyeing the cuffs and was quite close to finding out which way to shake it to which degree and which way to turn the wire after that to free herself. The man, dressed in black like the other, crept over to her. She could hear the knife, see its aura, smell its steal, all before she saw the tiny reflection on the roof. The sunlight was coming in from a window. This was a very sloppy job if they had any intention of actually keeping her there.
He skulked over to her and she turned around slowly. He had the randiest grin of them all and she felt like killing him there and then but she had very little knowledge about disarming someone with a knife.
“So why do they call you Princess?” he brought the knife close to her and she looked down at it. All the while she was assessing which of his muscles were tensed, what energy pathways was he using, where the steal hitting his bone would be more careful.
“There.” She found her strategy quickly.
“What?” He managed to say when she jabbed him between the ribs with both thumb. He let out a noise of pain and jolted the knife away. Her hand clasped his wrist and her other hand hid hard on his knuckles and the knife rang out on the floor. She kicked it away with one leg then kneed him in the abdomen and sent him on the ground.
Her luck was running well since the key was on him. She freed herself and gave him another kick in the middle again, hoping he wouldn’t cry out too loud.
“They call me Princess because I wear a crown of gold.” She said, after getting out of the clothes they put her in. “And those who serve me take their loyalty beyond the grave with them.”
When Tom burst in she had just put the blond wig over her ginger hair and had put her necklace back on. Since that was all, she was standing in front of her with nothing but her underwear and bra on.
“Princess! Did they hurt you?!” He said in alarm. He was her age but still acted like she wasn’t even a human being, that she was so superior.
“No.” She quickly put her leggings and shorts on just before Harry came through the door- he was younger than them.
“Errrm.” He said, wide eyed while she was in the process of putting her shirt on.
“We’ll distract them while you get out that window and go round the back of the house.” Lou turned up. “We marked one of their white vans with a cross and you need to meet us there, ok?”
Princess nodded.
They ran out of the room and there was a loud crashing noise. That was the go signal for climbing up to check the window. The guard was only there for a second before someone yelled out “they’ve stolen some paintings! Get ‘em.”
The window opened wide enough for her to jump out and Tony appeared.
“It’s like flippin’ maphia out here, Miss Princess.” He caught her when she landed. “C’meon. We’re getting’ outo’ here!”
