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Izzy tried to keep focus as chaos erupted around her. There was a gun pulled and a wall of fire thrown up only to start the sprinklers. The ropes were beginning to finally fray as Izzy got soaked from above. But as luck would have it, some dickwad kicked her in the head. Izzy's knife skid across the slick floor as her body heavily fell to the side. She tried to reorient herself, and noticed the gun pointed at her. Instinctively, she curled up bringing her arms up to protect her head. Oh god. This was it. She was gonna die on the floor of a strip club basement.

[i]Click[/i]

Izzy flinched, expecting pain. After a moment of nothing, she looked up to see Lyss start to beat the shit out of the Vampire. Relief flooded Izzy's system, and she shakily crawled over to retrieve her knife. She flinched hard once again as Maya decided to break everyone's eardrums. This fucking sucked. This [i]FUCKING SUCKS[/i]. Izzy was about ready to just fucking give up and lie in a fucking puddle until someone killed her, but out of the corner of her eye she saw Quinn stumble over. 

[quote=Quinn]"Got your back... Go... Go get 'em."[/quote]

She barely managed to hear through the ringing. But, with the way she was stumbling and shaking, Quinn wasn't exactly the picture of optimism. However, just having someone watch her back was enough to give Izzy the motivation to continue cutting the girl from her binds. She gave a slow nod to her covenmate and with difficulty began back at her job. The knife was slippery and Izzy's hands were shaking, so progress was even slower.

The ropes finally fell away, and Izzy felt a rush of happiness run through you. Which of course was instantly decimated as the girl she had just released began screaming and a bright orange light briefly blinded Izzy. She could only stare wide eyed as the space in front of her was empty. Looking around the room, it seemed as though all the bound girls had disappeared.

[color=C28285]"What the [i]FUCK[/i] is going on,"[/color] Izzy whispered, as hot tears welled up in her eyes. The mix of frustration, fear, and alcohol finally got to her. Her makeup had already be ruined by the sprinklers, and soon tears began to mix with the cold water on her skin. She couldn't do much but grip her knife and watch as the fight seemed to cool down. Izzy really didn't understand who or what they were talking about, but it sounded like something big was going on. Izzy was tired, though. She brought her knees into her chest and laid her head on top of them. She took in a deep shaky breath trying to calm down-

[b]CRASH[/b]

Please no.