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@freedomliveson Went a little crazy on the last one, haha. If there's anything you'd like me to change - feel free to let me know :)
Cameron’s heart began to race as Justin instructed her to not only find a way into command and retrieve a gun, but to also liberate the command post, of course if she didn’t get shot first. That seemed highly likely at the moment, but she nodded as with false confidence and began to dash towards the ground floor of the building as the men guarding it became distracted by Justin and Michael shooting at them from inside the shop. A good distraction, but she was doubtful it would last long enough for her to complete her mission.
Her body nearly slammed into the side of the building after sprinting as quickly as she could, but her heavy pack was making it impossible to keep a low profile. With a mumbled “fuck it,” she began to quickly dump out the extra clothes and unnecessary items that filled it, leaving only her water bottle, a small amount of food, and the stupid box.
Cameron crouched and ran around the perimeter of the skyscraper until she came across a broken window. “Oh, thank god,” she whispered as she tucked her gun back in its new home and shimmied her way up to and through the window, getting sliced by a shard of glass near her rib cage which made a nice hole in both her tank top and her skin. She sharply inhaled and winced, but continued until she plopped on the floor inside the building. “Damn it,” she murmured as she inspected her side – not deep enough to damage anything, yet deep enough to cause a burning pain. She rolled her eyes and grunted as she stood up to observe where she was.
It was an unoccupied, dusty office, completed with a desk and chair. Cameron could hear the pitter-patter of feet scuffling around outside the door, not sure who they belonged to, and after cautiously approaching it, she turned the knob slowly and creaked it open only enough to see into the heart of the first floor. It was only occupied by two men, both from the group of assailants who were after her and what she possessed, and it seemed as though they were looking through the round desk that sat in the middle of the lobby, throwing things angrily at not locating what they needed. Their backs were to her. Perfect.
In a split second, Cameron was running lightly through the lobby and jumping onto the back of one of the men, using the knife that was on her thigh to slit his throat. Immediately, a blow to the face knocked her down onto the cold, marble floor, and she scooted back quickly using her boots as the second man began to ready his gun and aim it at her head, when all of a sudden, POW.
The man dropped down on the floor in front of her, his blood splattering the length of her, and her head snapped over to where the ear-shattering sound originated. A young boy, maybe 11 or 12 in age, was holding the shotgun Justin had sent her to get in his trembling hands. He was frightened, that was for sure, and Cameron got up to run to his side. “Thank you,” she began, “You’re gonna be okay." Her eyes were frantically scanning the floor. "Is anyone alive in here?”
The boy nodded rapidly and pointed a small finger to a door on the other end of the lobby. “There.”
“Okay, let’s hurry,” she whispered as she signaled for him to crouch and follow her.
Locked. Cameron took a deep breath and kicked the knob until it swung open violently, revealing what was hidden behind it. Bodies. Most with their hands tied behind their backs. Blood formed in pools under the sea of the men, and she grabbed the young boy’s head and buried it in her stomach as she looked around the room for any sign of life.
“Is anyone alive?” she whispered forcefully. “I’ve been sent by Justin and Michael. I’m here to help.”
At those words, four heads rose up from the floor slowly and looked to her with wide eyes. Cameron carefully walked over the bodies lying on the floor to free their hands and help them up. Playing dead. Smart. She asked one where the armory was, and they all ran single file to the location they lead her too. There wasn’t much left of the stock, she could tell, but they grabbed what they could, but during their exit, an assailant spotted them and lifted his gun to shoot. The man behind her shot him before he could even make a noise. Although their enemy had greatly weakened them, she was impressed by the level of skill that she had seen since she had gotten to the city.
“Follow me, I’m sure they heard the gunshots by now.” Cameron led the five back to the window she had come through, and after scanning the area outside, she and the others climbed out slowly and jumped to the ground below. The guards were still shooting at Michael and Justin in the shop, and the group quickly discussed the best course of action. Once they reached an agreement, they charged the group of men, spraying bullets in every direction as they pushed towards the building holding the two.
Cameron did not hit a single person with what she fired – her aim was awful. But the men with her had successfully killed most of their aggressors, causing the other few to retreat and request backup. An intense wave of relief crashed over her as they approached the shop to see the two still alive. She smirked as her hand held the gash on her side, and she tossed Justin the shot gun the boy had retrieved before asking, “What now, scout?”
Her body nearly slammed into the side of the building after sprinting as quickly as she could, but her heavy pack was making it impossible to keep a low profile. With a mumbled “fuck it,” she began to quickly dump out the extra clothes and unnecessary items that filled it, leaving only her water bottle, a small amount of food, and the stupid box.
Cameron crouched and ran around the perimeter of the skyscraper until she came across a broken window. “Oh, thank god,” she whispered as she tucked her gun back in its new home and shimmied her way up to and through the window, getting sliced by a shard of glass near her rib cage which made a nice hole in both her tank top and her skin. She sharply inhaled and winced, but continued until she plopped on the floor inside the building. “Damn it,” she murmured as she inspected her side – not deep enough to damage anything, yet deep enough to cause a burning pain. She rolled her eyes and grunted as she stood up to observe where she was.
It was an unoccupied, dusty office, completed with a desk and chair. Cameron could hear the pitter-patter of feet scuffling around outside the door, not sure who they belonged to, and after cautiously approaching it, she turned the knob slowly and creaked it open only enough to see into the heart of the first floor. It was only occupied by two men, both from the group of assailants who were after her and what she possessed, and it seemed as though they were looking through the round desk that sat in the middle of the lobby, throwing things angrily at not locating what they needed. Their backs were to her. Perfect.
In a split second, Cameron was running lightly through the lobby and jumping onto the back of one of the men, using the knife that was on her thigh to slit his throat. Immediately, a blow to the face knocked her down onto the cold, marble floor, and she scooted back quickly using her boots as the second man began to ready his gun and aim it at her head, when all of a sudden, POW.
The man dropped down on the floor in front of her, his blood splattering the length of her, and her head snapped over to where the ear-shattering sound originated. A young boy, maybe 11 or 12 in age, was holding the shotgun Justin had sent her to get in his trembling hands. He was frightened, that was for sure, and Cameron got up to run to his side. “Thank you,” she began, “You’re gonna be okay." Her eyes were frantically scanning the floor. "Is anyone alive in here?”
The boy nodded rapidly and pointed a small finger to a door on the other end of the lobby. “There.”
“Okay, let’s hurry,” she whispered as she signaled for him to crouch and follow her.
Locked. Cameron took a deep breath and kicked the knob until it swung open violently, revealing what was hidden behind it. Bodies. Most with their hands tied behind their backs. Blood formed in pools under the sea of the men, and she grabbed the young boy’s head and buried it in her stomach as she looked around the room for any sign of life.
“Is anyone alive?” she whispered forcefully. “I’ve been sent by Justin and Michael. I’m here to help.”
At those words, four heads rose up from the floor slowly and looked to her with wide eyes. Cameron carefully walked over the bodies lying on the floor to free their hands and help them up. Playing dead. Smart. She asked one where the armory was, and they all ran single file to the location they lead her too. There wasn’t much left of the stock, she could tell, but they grabbed what they could, but during their exit, an assailant spotted them and lifted his gun to shoot. The man behind her shot him before he could even make a noise. Although their enemy had greatly weakened them, she was impressed by the level of skill that she had seen since she had gotten to the city.
“Follow me, I’m sure they heard the gunshots by now.” Cameron led the five back to the window she had come through, and after scanning the area outside, she and the others climbed out slowly and jumped to the ground below. The guards were still shooting at Michael and Justin in the shop, and the group quickly discussed the best course of action. Once they reached an agreement, they charged the group of men, spraying bullets in every direction as they pushed towards the building holding the two.
Cameron did not hit a single person with what she fired – her aim was awful. But the men with her had successfully killed most of their aggressors, causing the other few to retreat and request backup. An intense wave of relief crashed over her as they approached the shop to see the two still alive. She smirked as her hand held the gash on her side, and she tossed Justin the shot gun the boy had retrieved before asking, “What now, scout?”
Instead of exploding at Justin in response to his harsh criticism of her actions like she normally would have, she absorbed it. Cameron understood his anger with her and the situation and didn’t want to make matters worse, so she nodded in agreement as her eyes burned a hole in the floor, hoping that the damage that awaited for them at Omega was not as bad as she anticipated. Based on Justin’s description, they seemed as though they could possibly be equipped to handle such an attack. Her village was small, disorganized, weak – an easy target for these predators – but maybe, just maybe, Omega would able to fight them off. This thought helped the guilt dissipate a bit, but Cameron was no positive person.
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She was wrong. Very wrong. Involuntary gasps escaped her as she surveyed the landscape of bodies and debris that surrounded the pair. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, not really sure if she was talking to Justin or the bodies that littered the ground beneath them. Maybe both. Though it was definitely the same group that hit her village, they hit Omega harder, with much more manpower and force, which means that they had probably been scoping them, figuring out just what it would take to enter and try to locate the silver box.
That was when the wheels began to turn in Cameron’s head once again.
How did they know she would head for Omega? John had told her to head north and did not give any names. They could've had possibly tortured another survivor for information. Was Omega even the good guys she was searching for? What if their attackers were the ones she was supposed to give the box to? No, that couldn’t be right. The elders wouldn’t approve of their methods, and therefore wouldn’t agree to give them whatever information the box held. Right? Maybe she was just over-thinking it. Maybe Justin was the chosen one. But he couldn’t be – he didn’t even know what type of lock was on the stupid thing.
She groaned audibly at her thoughts as she heard Justin’s name being called. Her body swiveled around to meet a man named Michael. Now, she figured, wasn’t the time to introduce herself. Hey, I’m the one who caused the attack on your home and your people to be slaughtered. Cameron Wright. She readjusted the large pack that was sliding to the side of her small frame when Justin’s attention turned to her. His smile calmed her a bit. Although the circumstances were dismal, she couldn’t help but smirk at his words before she nodded and followed him and Michael.
One thing she had learned and liked about Justin was his ability to keep a level head – unlike herself. The vast amount of emotions she had felt in the past week, she thought, had a large part in why she felt so damn exhausted. The constant second guessing of her gut instinct most likely wasn't helping either. But now wasn’t the time for self-reflection. Now was the time to try rectifying the situation in any way that she could, and as she touched the gun that was in the back of her jeans, she realized that it might not be much.
As they made their way hastily behind Michael, she reached an arm around and grabbed the cloth she had stuffed in the side pocket, quickly wrapping her hair up and out of the way. She had no idea what “central command” could look like, but their security plans were rather impressive. The wall, the towers, the weapons supply. No wonder John would send her this direction. Once Cameron caught up to Justin, she spoke lowly as she poked the pain in her side with her hand. “Whatever you need me to do, I’m here.” Her other hand went to touch his arm in a pathetic attempt to comfort him, and she recoiled just as quickly as her hand made contact. It was probably best to leave him alone.
Gunshots pierced the momentary silence, and they sounded no farther than a few hundred feet away. “Shit,” Cameron cursed as the gun was grabbed from her jeans and sat in her trembling hands. She closed her eyes for a moment as she situated her hands in the proper position and took a deep breath. She was scared, although she would never admit it, and consequentially moved herself closer to Justin and Michael, seeking comfort solely in the fact that she wasn't alone anymore.
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She was wrong. Very wrong. Involuntary gasps escaped her as she surveyed the landscape of bodies and debris that surrounded the pair. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, not really sure if she was talking to Justin or the bodies that littered the ground beneath them. Maybe both. Though it was definitely the same group that hit her village, they hit Omega harder, with much more manpower and force, which means that they had probably been scoping them, figuring out just what it would take to enter and try to locate the silver box.
That was when the wheels began to turn in Cameron’s head once again.
How did they know she would head for Omega? John had told her to head north and did not give any names. They could've had possibly tortured another survivor for information. Was Omega even the good guys she was searching for? What if their attackers were the ones she was supposed to give the box to? No, that couldn’t be right. The elders wouldn’t approve of their methods, and therefore wouldn’t agree to give them whatever information the box held. Right? Maybe she was just over-thinking it. Maybe Justin was the chosen one. But he couldn’t be – he didn’t even know what type of lock was on the stupid thing.
She groaned audibly at her thoughts as she heard Justin’s name being called. Her body swiveled around to meet a man named Michael. Now, she figured, wasn’t the time to introduce herself. Hey, I’m the one who caused the attack on your home and your people to be slaughtered. Cameron Wright. She readjusted the large pack that was sliding to the side of her small frame when Justin’s attention turned to her. His smile calmed her a bit. Although the circumstances were dismal, she couldn’t help but smirk at his words before she nodded and followed him and Michael.
One thing she had learned and liked about Justin was his ability to keep a level head – unlike herself. The vast amount of emotions she had felt in the past week, she thought, had a large part in why she felt so damn exhausted. The constant second guessing of her gut instinct most likely wasn't helping either. But now wasn’t the time for self-reflection. Now was the time to try rectifying the situation in any way that she could, and as she touched the gun that was in the back of her jeans, she realized that it might not be much.
As they made their way hastily behind Michael, she reached an arm around and grabbed the cloth she had stuffed in the side pocket, quickly wrapping her hair up and out of the way. She had no idea what “central command” could look like, but their security plans were rather impressive. The wall, the towers, the weapons supply. No wonder John would send her this direction. Once Cameron caught up to Justin, she spoke lowly as she poked the pain in her side with her hand. “Whatever you need me to do, I’m here.” Her other hand went to touch his arm in a pathetic attempt to comfort him, and she recoiled just as quickly as her hand made contact. It was probably best to leave him alone.
Gunshots pierced the momentary silence, and they sounded no farther than a few hundred feet away. “Shit,” Cameron cursed as the gun was grabbed from her jeans and sat in her trembling hands. She closed her eyes for a moment as she situated her hands in the proper position and took a deep breath. She was scared, although she would never admit it, and consequentially moved herself closer to Justin and Michael, seeking comfort solely in the fact that she wasn't alone anymore.
Cameron nodded quickly and made her way into the tattered town-home and inside the first room she spotted. Much to her dismay, the suspicions she had were confirmed by the woman with the stern voice. They were after the steel box. And they knew that she was the one who had been transporting it. Perfect. This stupid box was going to get her killed for information she didn't even know. If it was any other elder who gave it to her, she would have probably just thrown it to the small group outside and wished them the best, but the conviction John had when he told her to bring it North was the only thing that kept her lugging it around. Cameron knew it was important, too important to fall into the wrong hands.
Her racing thoughts were interrupted by Justin’s yelling voice. She followed him quickly out the rear end of the town-home and did her best to match his pace while they ran, which the gunfire made pretty easy. “I’m sorry!” she admitted as she followed his lead. “I underestimated this fuckin’ thing. I had no idea any one knew, I…” she stopped talking, keeping her eyes on him to make sure he didn’t take any dramatics turns. She felt awful – he was too nice to be put in such a predicament, especially one that got him home attacked. Her eyes began to tear up a bit at the thought of having to see another village flattened, dead bodies littering the ground and any survivors pleading for help. She probably wouldn’t be able to say something that would make things better, so she remained silent as they sprinted.
Cameron looked back and saw no trace of their aggressors, so she waved Justin down to stop for a moment. Her hands rested on her knees as she practically wheezed over the ground. Jesus, she was out of shape. She hocked a loogie over to the side and looked up to the man who’s week (at least) she had ruined, wincing in both physical and emotional pain. They were near an old, dilapidated apartment building, and she nudged her head in its direction to suggest that they take a break inside. “I need a minute,” she said in a breathily manner before beginning to cough.
As they made their way inside, Cameron thought of some good way to explain her situation without sounding crazy, but she knew that probably wouldn’t happen. The mystical box in my backpack will somehow save multitudes of lives, and I, the girl who the village wouldn’t trust as far as they could throw her, am being depended on to deliver it to someone when I just get that feeling that they are “the one.” Yeah. That was going to go wonderfully.
Once they found and scoped a room, she closed the door behind her and threw her backpack on the ground. “Look, I have no idea what’s in the box. I just know it’s important. Really important. I guess to more people than I thought.” She unzipped the large pack and pulled it out, tossing it to Justin. “I think,” she began, still catching her breath, “someone is supposed to have a key, I think? My instructions were very vague.” Cameron frowned a bit as she looked at Justin. “I really am sorry. I didn’t know this would happen.”
Her racing thoughts were interrupted by Justin’s yelling voice. She followed him quickly out the rear end of the town-home and did her best to match his pace while they ran, which the gunfire made pretty easy. “I’m sorry!” she admitted as she followed his lead. “I underestimated this fuckin’ thing. I had no idea any one knew, I…” she stopped talking, keeping her eyes on him to make sure he didn’t take any dramatics turns. She felt awful – he was too nice to be put in such a predicament, especially one that got him home attacked. Her eyes began to tear up a bit at the thought of having to see another village flattened, dead bodies littering the ground and any survivors pleading for help. She probably wouldn’t be able to say something that would make things better, so she remained silent as they sprinted.
Cameron looked back and saw no trace of their aggressors, so she waved Justin down to stop for a moment. Her hands rested on her knees as she practically wheezed over the ground. Jesus, she was out of shape. She hocked a loogie over to the side and looked up to the man who’s week (at least) she had ruined, wincing in both physical and emotional pain. They were near an old, dilapidated apartment building, and she nudged her head in its direction to suggest that they take a break inside. “I need a minute,” she said in a breathily manner before beginning to cough.
As they made their way inside, Cameron thought of some good way to explain her situation without sounding crazy, but she knew that probably wouldn’t happen. The mystical box in my backpack will somehow save multitudes of lives, and I, the girl who the village wouldn’t trust as far as they could throw her, am being depended on to deliver it to someone when I just get that feeling that they are “the one.” Yeah. That was going to go wonderfully.
Once they found and scoped a room, she closed the door behind her and threw her backpack on the ground. “Look, I have no idea what’s in the box. I just know it’s important. Really important. I guess to more people than I thought.” She unzipped the large pack and pulled it out, tossing it to Justin. “I think,” she began, still catching her breath, “someone is supposed to have a key, I think? My instructions were very vague.” Cameron frowned a bit as she looked at Justin. “I really am sorry. I didn’t know this would happen.”
Cameron’s thoughts put her into a trance-like state as they hiked the path he lead. The only thing that would shake her out of it was Justin pointing out different buildings, objects or places and giving a brief history, which she thoroughly enjoyed. All the stories she had heard of New York were of terrible. Things meant to scare them from ever trying to visit. But, the things he showed her were fascinating and historical. She created scenarios in her mind of the types of people lived there, where they were going when they walked down the same street, what they were going to have for dinner. When all of a sudden…
Thud. Cameron ran into Justin’s back forcefully as he came to a halt. “Shit, sorry,” she mumbled as she backed away from the man and looked at their surroundings. What, was he psychic? Something didn’t feel right? None of this felt right. When she was about to ask for some clarification, she heard the screams and tried to pin point the location it came from when she saw the two girls running towards them hastily. Panic. The girls were in complete and total panic.
Cameron’s brain was attempting to wrap around the words they were spewing out when they heard the group coming closer. Her muscles began to tense, and her heart began to race as she heard the noises – she had already gone through this once this week. And now, on her journey to relay the stupid box and to somehow save humanity with its contents, she was in the middle of yet another attack. Great.
Wait a minute. This couldn’t be just a coincidence, could it? Could the attackers be looking for something?
The box. What if they were looking for the box? But, how would they know she had it? They couldn’t have known, could they? Cameron was almost certain that no one witnessed her escape the village after John handed it over to her. But, she could be wrong. Damn it, she could definitely wrong.
Paranoia began to set it, and her widened eyes snapped to Justin as she reached for the gun she had tucked in the back of her jeans, not sure what the hell she was going to do with it besides attempt to scare away an assailant, and moved a bit closer to the group as she observed the buildings surrounding them. She probably shouldn’t have lied to Justin about what she was holding in her backpack, but it wasn’t like she really knew what was in her backpack. Plus, how was she supposed to know he was “the one”, anyway? She didn’t see some mystical aura around him, she didn’t feel anything from looking at him. If John told her to just give it to a friendly guy who has a nice body and can use a gun, then she’d be set. Scot-free. How the hell was she going to figure this out?
In an attempt not to look completely frightened, Cameron pulled one of the frantic girls in her arm and whispered, “We’re gonna be okay, don’t worry, don’t worry.” She blew a stray hair from her face and kept eye contact with Justin, hoping that he would have some sort of plan to get them far away from the group that seemed to be approaching them quickly.
Thud. Cameron ran into Justin’s back forcefully as he came to a halt. “Shit, sorry,” she mumbled as she backed away from the man and looked at their surroundings. What, was he psychic? Something didn’t feel right? None of this felt right. When she was about to ask for some clarification, she heard the screams and tried to pin point the location it came from when she saw the two girls running towards them hastily. Panic. The girls were in complete and total panic.
Cameron’s brain was attempting to wrap around the words they were spewing out when they heard the group coming closer. Her muscles began to tense, and her heart began to race as she heard the noises – she had already gone through this once this week. And now, on her journey to relay the stupid box and to somehow save humanity with its contents, she was in the middle of yet another attack. Great.
Wait a minute. This couldn’t be just a coincidence, could it? Could the attackers be looking for something?
The box. What if they were looking for the box? But, how would they know she had it? They couldn’t have known, could they? Cameron was almost certain that no one witnessed her escape the village after John handed it over to her. But, she could be wrong. Damn it, she could definitely wrong.
Paranoia began to set it, and her widened eyes snapped to Justin as she reached for the gun she had tucked in the back of her jeans, not sure what the hell she was going to do with it besides attempt to scare away an assailant, and moved a bit closer to the group as she observed the buildings surrounding them. She probably shouldn’t have lied to Justin about what she was holding in her backpack, but it wasn’t like she really knew what was in her backpack. Plus, how was she supposed to know he was “the one”, anyway? She didn’t see some mystical aura around him, she didn’t feel anything from looking at him. If John told her to just give it to a friendly guy who has a nice body and can use a gun, then she’d be set. Scot-free. How the hell was she going to figure this out?
In an attempt not to look completely frightened, Cameron pulled one of the frantic girls in her arm and whispered, “We’re gonna be okay, don’t worry, don’t worry.” She blew a stray hair from her face and kept eye contact with Justin, hoping that he would have some sort of plan to get them far away from the group that seemed to be approaching them quickly.
@freedomliveson Don't sweat it! I was going to try to post again before I left the office today, but I think it'll be half-assed if I rush it. Will probably get it out to you first thing in the morning. Have a good night! :)
~About two hours later~
Victor and Alice were laying on his bed that was being illuminated by a single candle on the desk, both breathing heavily as her head laid on his chest. The window was cracked, and a slight, cool breeze would make the light flicker occasionally and move the sheet that was haphazardly thrown across them. Victor stretched his legs and grown quietly before pressing a kiss onto the top of her head. He tried his best not to thinking about whatever was going to come of the decision he’ll announce to the men tomorrow. Instead, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he strung his fingers through her black hair slowly.
They had made their way down from the roof and into the inn sneakily and tipsily about an hour prior. It was getting pretty chilly up on the rooftop, and the more they drank the more he feared they would fall off the edge. They had thrown on some clothes and carried the rest, laughing and shushing each other as they attempted to walk though nonchalantly until they made it to the door, and Victor fumbled with his key as he tried to open the lock. Tiny had caught then walking into the room together, and Victor as just smirked and put a finger to his mouth telling him to keep it between them. Tiny nodded quietly and scurried off as they finally had gotten in and picked up where they had left off.
The hand in her hair moved down to her arm and stroked it gently as Victor readjusted the position he was in. “How are you feeling, love?” He looked out to see the shining moon in the night sky. “It is late. You should probably get some sleep, yeah?” He stood up with a grunt and blew out the candle before returning to the bed and wrapping his arms around her.
Victor and Alice were laying on his bed that was being illuminated by a single candle on the desk, both breathing heavily as her head laid on his chest. The window was cracked, and a slight, cool breeze would make the light flicker occasionally and move the sheet that was haphazardly thrown across them. Victor stretched his legs and grown quietly before pressing a kiss onto the top of her head. He tried his best not to thinking about whatever was going to come of the decision he’ll announce to the men tomorrow. Instead, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he strung his fingers through her black hair slowly.
They had made their way down from the roof and into the inn sneakily and tipsily about an hour prior. It was getting pretty chilly up on the rooftop, and the more they drank the more he feared they would fall off the edge. They had thrown on some clothes and carried the rest, laughing and shushing each other as they attempted to walk though nonchalantly until they made it to the door, and Victor fumbled with his key as he tried to open the lock. Tiny had caught then walking into the room together, and Victor as just smirked and put a finger to his mouth telling him to keep it between them. Tiny nodded quietly and scurried off as they finally had gotten in and picked up where they had left off.
The hand in her hair moved down to her arm and stroked it gently as Victor readjusted the position he was in. “How are you feeling, love?” He looked out to see the shining moon in the night sky. “It is late. You should probably get some sleep, yeah?” He stood up with a grunt and blew out the candle before returning to the bed and wrapping his arms around her.
Often, in the mornings when she woke, Cameron would take a few moments to stretch and breathe before enjoying a cup of tea that one of the farmers would sneak through her window. When a member of the village was on house arrest, they were usually deprived of things that were deemed “luxury items.” Any drink other than water, desserts, fun of any sort – all things that Cameron was eventually decided unworthy of by the elders of the village. Especially since they considered her a threat to the safety of their people. What a load of shit. If anything, she wanted to protect them. To save them from the selfish pricks calling the shots. But, she figured, none of that really mattered anymore and that she would not have another peaceful morning for a while.
The booming voice from the walkie talkie made her nearly fall out of her cot as she awoke abruptly, gripping the blanket as she frantically scanned the room to make sense of the noise. She cocked her head to the side in a concerned manner as Justin finished up his conversation. A state of emergency? What the hell could that mean? One she spotted her jeans on the floor, she reached down and worked to get them on, which was a struggle since they were still slightly damp. Cameron figured now wasn’t the time for politeness, so she resorted to standing up to jump and wiggle them in position. She walked the floor barefoot until she found the long sleeve t shirt and slipped it back on. Also slightly damp, but it was better than being half naked in front of her host, especially if some thugs try to rob them again.
Once she plopped back down to lace up the combat boots sitting next to the cot, she looked up to Justin. “So,” she started, taking a gulp to coat her throat, “I guess I’m getting that grand Omega tour sooner than I thought.” It was all a joke to Cameron at this point. Like she was getting punished for a crime she didn’t commit. What was new? Even if they were to wait until morning to leave, Cameron realized it was probably best to sleep ready for some sort of action, especially here in the city. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment in some sort of attempt to stop the pity party happening in her head and continued to ready herself.
She worked at her pack, grunting and cursing, trying to shove everything down to the bottom so she could put the stupid box inside. The zipper barely closed, but it fit. Thank God. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she stared at the misshapen backpack at her feet. The only thing about the box that made her happy now was imagining that she was throwing it off of a bridge. Maybe a cliff. The hostler for her knife returned to her thigh, and she tugged at it to test that it was secure.
The booming voice from the walkie talkie made her nearly fall out of her cot as she awoke abruptly, gripping the blanket as she frantically scanned the room to make sense of the noise. She cocked her head to the side in a concerned manner as Justin finished up his conversation. A state of emergency? What the hell could that mean? One she spotted her jeans on the floor, she reached down and worked to get them on, which was a struggle since they were still slightly damp. Cameron figured now wasn’t the time for politeness, so she resorted to standing up to jump and wiggle them in position. She walked the floor barefoot until she found the long sleeve t shirt and slipped it back on. Also slightly damp, but it was better than being half naked in front of her host, especially if some thugs try to rob them again.
Once she plopped back down to lace up the combat boots sitting next to the cot, she looked up to Justin. “So,” she started, taking a gulp to coat her throat, “I guess I’m getting that grand Omega tour sooner than I thought.” It was all a joke to Cameron at this point. Like she was getting punished for a crime she didn’t commit. What was new? Even if they were to wait until morning to leave, Cameron realized it was probably best to sleep ready for some sort of action, especially here in the city. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment in some sort of attempt to stop the pity party happening in her head and continued to ready herself.
She worked at her pack, grunting and cursing, trying to shove everything down to the bottom so she could put the stupid box inside. The zipper barely closed, but it fit. Thank God. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she stared at the misshapen backpack at her feet. The only thing about the box that made her happy now was imagining that she was throwing it off of a bridge. Maybe a cliff. The hostler for her knife returned to her thigh, and she tugged at it to test that it was secure.
After she spoke, Victor smirked and nodded his head without wasting another second. He grabbed her and picked her up, moving her away from the edge of the rooftop, and as he sat down, he placed her on his lap so that she was facing him. His shirt flew to the side of them as he kissed her once more, wrapping a firm yet gentle hand around her neck as he did. He could see how flushed her pale skin was, he could feel how fast her heart was beating. Her innocence always amused him, now more than ever.
She seemed so sure, but doubts still flashed in his mind. He didn't know if it was the bloody curse or that he was losing his edge, but he thought about her differently than others. He wanted to protect her. Respect her. Be soft and kind to her. All things that did not come second nature to him. Instead, he was up on a rooftop with her, about to take something away from her that she was always told to prize. That no man would ever love her if she failed to keep herself "pure." Vic had always thought that was bullshit - he had never cared what a woman had done before he met her. But then again, he was a pirate.
But at the end of the day, Vic was a man. A man who had a gorgeous woman kissing his neck and chest and grabbing his hair. No doubts in the back of his mind could turn his attention away from her now. He wouldn't let the curse or where she came from inhibit the moment. He whispered in her ear softly as he nibbled at the lobe while running his hands over her torso. He was so glad he told her not to wear a corset the first night she was on The Black Star.
She seemed so sure, but doubts still flashed in his mind. He didn't know if it was the bloody curse or that he was losing his edge, but he thought about her differently than others. He wanted to protect her. Respect her. Be soft and kind to her. All things that did not come second nature to him. Instead, he was up on a rooftop with her, about to take something away from her that she was always told to prize. That no man would ever love her if she failed to keep herself "pure." Vic had always thought that was bullshit - he had never cared what a woman had done before he met her. But then again, he was a pirate.
But at the end of the day, Vic was a man. A man who had a gorgeous woman kissing his neck and chest and grabbing his hair. No doubts in the back of his mind could turn his attention away from her now. He wouldn't let the curse or where she came from inhibit the moment. He whispered in her ear softly as he nibbled at the lobe while running his hands over her torso. He was so glad he told her not to wear a corset the first night she was on The Black Star.
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