forum Not Your Fairytale: Little Red Riding Hood // oxo // Romance // CLOSED

Started June 25, 2019 by @croccin-champagne

tune

"Well I would hope so." It was a man's voice, distorted by some voice modulator to keep it from being recognizable. "Or all the work put in to finding your device would go to waste."

"Who is this and how did you find this line?" Keith kept an eye on the building in front of him. He figured that whoever it was would lie about who they were, due to the fact that they were already disorienting their voice.

"Someone you should listen to. Beyond that, you don't need to know anything more yet." The person said dryly. The sound of cars could be heard in the background, along with someone shouting. A shout that could be heard from outside the car, somewhere on the street. "I want you to listen carefully though. That girl, Scarlet, she's being moved to the transport ship today. Well, you should already be aware that there are people out to get the both of you. You might want to be there, on that ship, officer."

"Sir, I'm afraid that I do not have the authority to do that and I do not answer to you. I appreciate the concern but we both already know this, and we can take care of ourselves," Keith replied, not in the mood for someone hacking into his gear.

"You don't seem to understand, officer. There are already people on that ship that have every intention of killing her. And this is so much bigger than you think it is. Isn't that ship headed…straight for Kyrto City? You know, the city that houses the King." It was like they desperately wanted him to get the hint, that Morrigan wasn't the only one in danger.

Keith went quiet for a moment. Then he turned the radio off and stared out the front window. He had three weeks of leave that he was suppose to be using right now to heal, and his supervisor had told him that if anything happened today, he was to use those three weeks. So he had time to do it, but it was technically against the law and he was a police officer. What are you even talking about? You technically are illegal. "Oh, I'm going to hate myself later," he grunted, as he started his car and drove back towards the police department.

Morrigan had decided to 'wake up' not even a few minutes ago, and very quickly roped two of the officers standing guard into a game of blackjack. Fresh clothes on the line gave her more reason to win, as though she would have lost anyway. Cadeyrn's didn't lose at blackjack, or any betting game, for that matter.

That turned her thoughts in another direction, though it didn't show as she watched Officer Ramirez make a move that signed off on him losing. Had her grandmother heard the news? Would she, and all of Morrigan's 'family' be alright, without her? She wouldn't be there to protect them, something that got to her more than she wanted to admit. They could handle themselves, sure, but she wouldn't be there if something did happen. What if that something went wrong?

Keith was on his way home now. The boat was leaving in four hours. That was plenty of time for him to get his go-bag and get down there. He would have to let himself go, in order to stay hidden. He wouldn't be able to hide himself very well as a human.

Shaking off her thoughts, Morrigan won the game, shooting the officers a grin like she wasn't on the verge of panic in her mind. "Hope I get those clothes soon. Sleepin' in your own blood ain't fun." She quipped, earning her an eyeroll and quiet laughter, from Capulet and Ramirez respectively.

The sun was starting to sink below the horizon, as Keith parked his vehicle. He pulled the key out and slid it into his pocket. Then he got out and locked the doors. He was by the docks, and it was getting dark. The lights were coming on around the area. Slipping into the shadows wasn't a problem for him, as he'd done it many times. Now he was making his way to the ship that was going to be holding Morrigan, and taking them across the bay.

By the time Morrigan had gotten her clean clothes and been allowed a shower, it was late, the sun setting and the officers getting antsy about the move. Twenty minutes later had her on the transport ship, Morrigan’s comments about the older model being ignored as she was led through the halls to her new cell. At least I’m in fresh clothes. She thought to herself, shifting around her cuffs to move her hands back to their place in front of her. The officers had mostly given up trying to get her to keep her hands behind her back, and the few she’d become card buddies with, let her so they could play. They were still holding out hope that they could win against her.

From the shadows a beast watched as Morrigan was led to a cell. It moved slowly and carefully, down to the ground. Still completely concealed. It's black fur helping to keep it hidden in the dark shadows.

“So what kinda engine d’ya run this thing on?” Morrigan asked, breaking the silence as she followed Officers Ramirez and James, who’d been placed on the first watch shift. It wasn’t very noticeable, but she held her flesh arm closer to her torso than her metal, as though the gun wound was bothering her more than she let on.

On the other side of the very large cell area, something metal clattered to the floor loudly. It sounded like a metal pipe, and somehow managed to hit every metal thing possible as it fell to the ground. Then the sound of something running, on four legs could be heard faintly throughout the room, for a moment, then it went silent again.

Morrigan’s eyes shot to the area the sound had come from, narrowing slightly. Neither of the officers were too concerned though.

“Damn thing is falling apart.” Ramirez muttered, shaking his head. He hadn’t seemed to hear the footsteps. “No matter how many times we put it for a better one. Geteno 300 something.” He said, in response to Morrigan’s question, as he herded her into the cell and locked it.

“Geez, y’all’re runnin’ on a twenty year old engine.”

The ship rattled and shook as the engine started, masking the faint footsteps that sounded through the room again. The beast moved through the shadows, keeping low. It was invisible to everyone in the room, due to them being in the light and it being hidden in the shadows.

“Yeah, well, they won’t buy us a new model of anything.” Ramirez griped, leaning against the cell bars while the ship took off. Once they had left the harbor, he pushed off, stretching. “I’m gonna go hit the can. James, you wanna go check the shift chart?” With a nod, James was gone, glancing back at Morrigan once. “Alright Scarlet, try and behave for five minutes.”

There was nowhere for her to go anyway, and she knew it. Leaning back on the bench in her cell, Morrigan watched the ceiling idly. “Ya still there, or’re ya pretendin’ ya ain’t.”

After a few moments of silence, the beast hopped down in front of Morrigan's cell. It was a wolf, it's eyes light blue and it's fur pitch black. It looked at Morrigan through narrow eyes for a minute, then it walked up to door and pushed something through it. It was a first aid kit, a small one, but a kit nonetheless. The wolf looked at Morrigan one more time before slipping away into the shadows again.

Morrigan blinked, her eyes dropping to the first aid kit on the floor, before returning to the space the wolf-Why is there a wolf in here?- had just vacated. Hesitantly, she slipped off the bench, making her way to the cell door to pick up the kit. “Uh…thanks? Strange wolf in place wolves shouldn’t be?” Holy shit. I’m dying, aren’t I?

The wolf appeared again and seemed to circle the area. Like it was patrolling or something. It would stop once or twice, look at Morrigan, look away, and continue doing whatever it was doing.

As Morrigan returned to the bench, taking off her new hoodie to set to work on her injuries, she kept an eye on the wolf. It seemed oddly familiar, like someone she’d met before, but she couldn’t quite place it. “So, yer either actually here or some angel o’ death, come t’ send me t’ hell once I kick it. I’m gearin’ towards the latter in terms o’ likelihood.”

The wolf stopped to look at her and shook it's head. Then it's ears perked to the sound of something at the door, a moment later it opened and the wolf slipped away into the shadows. Voices could be heard coming down towards Morrigan's cell. Likely the officers again. Coming back to watch her.

“The hell’d you get that, Scarlet?” Ramirez called as he came into view and caught sight of the first aid kit. He grimaced at the sight of the not healed gun wound, rubbing the back of his neck and stepping closer to the bars. “Shit, how did we miss that? Glad you got something for it though.”

“Ya missed it cause I wanted ya too.” Morrigan answered, her eyes lingering on the shadows for a moment before she returned to dressing her wound. She had removed the bullet on her own on one of her accompanied trips to the bathroom after the attack, so she didn’t have to worry about that.

The wolf watched the two officers through narrow eyes, before moving to start circling the room through the shadows. It was opposite of Morrigan's cell and in complete concealment. The night was beginning to drag out, and the officers were taking turns guarding her cell. They occasionally swapped out with an officer that was unfamiliar. The wolf usually got closer whenever they were on shift.

Apparently, nights were a time when Morrigan wasn’t a threat.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but it was obviously well into after hours, at least on their internal clocks, and that meant the only guard Morrigan had wasn’t even in the room, and could be heard snoring faintly. She sighed, tugging her flesh hand through her hair and pushing up the sleeve of her hoodie on her metal arm. When she was alone-or as alone as she could be in this situation-, she often found herself studying the metal prosthetic that had replaced her arm. It was a reminder never to get to comfortable, because things could always get worse and worse.