Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2016 13:47:41 GMT -6
Zero was in the back of a van, hands tied behind his back and a hood over his head. He was barefoot, not as part of their torture method but because they'd grabbed him from his home. These people were smart though, well smart for soon to be dead thugs. They knew he'd have to be taken from Our Lady of Perpetual Sin. They also knew that if they tried taking him through the main bar area, the easiest entrance and exit, they'd die in seconds. Zero may not have a lot of friends, but he had a lot of people who benefited from him being alive. Whether it was work, weapons, an alibi or place to crash he had several people who found him useful. His nose was broken, again, which he found more annoying than anything and his left eye was beginning to swell shut. Everytime he tried talking, asked them something or made a comment he got hit, he found it all quite rude.
This wasn't the first time he'd been kidnapped, it happened more often than he'd like to admit. At least this group was rather smart and took him out of the city. Usually the kidnappers were dumb and kept him in New York City. That allowed his few allies to find him rather quickly. He felt the van leave the highway and pull onto a side street. He took a deep breath and sighed.
"Airforce base? We in Coast City? Wow, good mileage on this thing."
He said before taking another shot to the jaw. He spit some blood out and sighed.
"Getting really sick of that guys. Now it's best if you let me go as this can end one of two ways. You let me out here, drive off and that'll be it. I'll make sure no one comes after you for this, we'll all live long and happy lives. Well except for when you guys do something else dumb. But if you don't let me go, well, it's going to get bad. Most likely you will eventually beg for death. I know people who really enjoy causing pain."
He would've kept going but what felt like a tire iron to the stomach shut him up. He coughed and fell back against the wall of the van, groaning. As he fell his hood came up a bit and he was able top actually see some stuff. He brought his leg up and kicked one guy who fell into the driver. It caused him to turn the wheel sharp and the van began to roll. It came to a stop on its side and he heard cars screeching to a stop, trying to avoid it. He managed to get his hands out from behind his back and pulled the hood off. He saw one of the back doors had broken off and he managed to climb out, or more accurately roll out onto his back coughing.
He lay there on the road groaning before reaching down to his calf. He focused his powers and pulled his small knife tattoo off his leg and cut his restraints. He pulled himself up, now standing barefoot on broken glass. He walked towards the van when one man popped up going after him. With a quick swipe Zero cut his throat and pulled him out. He then began to stab him repeatedly.
"That was for kidnapping me, ass."
He pulled the man's shoes off and slipped them on, heading towards a gas station and hopefully a phone.
This wasn't the first time he'd been kidnapped, it happened more often than he'd like to admit. At least this group was rather smart and took him out of the city. Usually the kidnappers were dumb and kept him in New York City. That allowed his few allies to find him rather quickly. He felt the van leave the highway and pull onto a side street. He took a deep breath and sighed.
"Airforce base? We in Coast City? Wow, good mileage on this thing."
He said before taking another shot to the jaw. He spit some blood out and sighed.
"Getting really sick of that guys. Now it's best if you let me go as this can end one of two ways. You let me out here, drive off and that'll be it. I'll make sure no one comes after you for this, we'll all live long and happy lives. Well except for when you guys do something else dumb. But if you don't let me go, well, it's going to get bad. Most likely you will eventually beg for death. I know people who really enjoy causing pain."
He would've kept going but what felt like a tire iron to the stomach shut him up. He coughed and fell back against the wall of the van, groaning. As he fell his hood came up a bit and he was able top actually see some stuff. He brought his leg up and kicked one guy who fell into the driver. It caused him to turn the wheel sharp and the van began to roll. It came to a stop on its side and he heard cars screeching to a stop, trying to avoid it. He managed to get his hands out from behind his back and pulled the hood off. He saw one of the back doors had broken off and he managed to climb out, or more accurately roll out onto his back coughing.
He lay there on the road groaning before reaching down to his calf. He focused his powers and pulled his small knife tattoo off his leg and cut his restraints. He pulled himself up, now standing barefoot on broken glass. He walked towards the van when one man popped up going after him. With a quick swipe Zero cut his throat and pulled him out. He then began to stab him repeatedly.
"That was for kidnapping me, ass."
He pulled the man's shoes off and slipped them on, heading towards a gas station and hopefully a phone.