forum Futuristic little red riding hood (O/O)

Started April 12, 2020 by @MusicElle-is-here

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“Why would I attack someone who’s taking a knife out of my shoulder?” Elissa asked, raising her own eyebrow. “Despite recent occurrences, I’m not a complete imbecile. I’d love to not have a knife sticking out of me.”

Dmitri's mouth curled in a faint smirk. "Good. I was worried." he replied. He shut the door, locking it from the outside, and headed over to find Magpie, or Mags as she preferred. "Mags! Prisoner's awake, her shoulder needs tending. Crow nailed her with a knife."

Mags rolled her eyes, grabbing a medkit and followed Dmitri. "I've told her not to hurl those fuckers at people." she grumbled.

Elissa waited for the healer to come, her shoulder still being incredibly painful. This whole stupid journey to find her grandmother was a waste of time. Here she was, sitting in some dark cell instead of her nice, warm bed at home. But despite her constant anger at these people and herself, Elissa knew that she couldn’t have just sat and done nothing while her grandmother was in danger. She sighed.

Dmitri led Magpie inside the cell, waiting at the door as she came over to Elissa. "Ah, Crow really got you good." she said, sitting down beside Elissa. "Sit down." she said. "And hold still."

Elissa nodded, for once holding her tongue as she sat. She waited in nervous anticipation for this woman to take the knife out. It hurt now, and it would hurt worse before it was out and could be healed.

Magpie frowned a little bit, and then put her hand on the handle, yanking the knife out in a smooth motion. Setting it aside, she pressed a cloth to the wound to soak up the blood.

The lance of pain that shot through Elissa’s system made her gasp, almost as bad as the knife hitting her in the first place. Elissa glanced at the woman, studying her as she held a cloth to her wound.

Magpie worked to mop up the blood, completely focused. She seemed to be about the same age as Crow, with red hair that had been trimmed into a pixie cut, her eyes a warm brown. "Meech, some of the others are getting antsy about things." she said to Dmitri.

Dmitri sighed. "Of course they are."

Elissa’s eyes narrowed, trying to make sense of the conversation. She knew next to nothing about these people, and listening to this wasn’t helping her much. Maybe they would accidentally spill something important, or at least interesting.

"Is it about my father again?" Dmitri asked, flashing those teeth in a snarl.

Magpie nodded a little. "They're angry that you're changing things up. Some of the older ones feel shortchanged. Fox is…I'm worried that what they're saying is affecting him. His behavior is changing."

Elissa continued to stay silent, listening. She still hoped that she could glean something from this conversation. It also was something to hopefully take her mind off of the pain.

Dmitri gave a short nod. "Right. Thank you for the warning, Mags." he replied. He crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. "However, there are eager ears listening right now." he looked at Elissa.

Magpie nodded again, and continued to work on Elissa's wound.

Elissa looked over at the guy who she had fought earlier (okay, tried to fight, more like). She still didn’t say anything, though it was obvious that she was on edge. She hoped that this healer lady would be done soon.

Mags finished up, having treated and bound the wound. "Give it a week or two, and it'll be just fine." she said, putting the supplies away and standing.

Elissa opened her mouth to thank the woman, but stopped herself. Why should she thank her captors for not letting her be in pain? That was basic human decency. If anyone deserved to be in pain, it was them. So she simply nodded. Still, she hated that woman just a little less than the rest of them.

"Mags. Tell Crow that I need to speak with her." Dmitri said as Magpie left. The woman nodded, and left. He turned his attention to Elissa, still leaning against the wall. "Feeling any better?"

“What do you think?” Elissa asked, still as sarcastic as ever. “It feels much better to not have knife in my shoulder.” She continued to glare at him.

Dmitri dipped his head in a nod. "Of course.' he replied simply. "Now then…" He trailed off, looking at her. "What to do with you?" He arched his eyebrows a little bit.

"You don't know?" Elissa asked, her angry, sullen attitude tinged with uncertainty. She was certainly afraid as well, but wasn't about to admit that. She had thought they were going to kill her at first, but definitely did not want to bring it up now, for fear of him getting any ideas.

"Well, no. See, if we let you go now, the police will throw a tantrum. Which, no big deal, but it is annoying as hell." Dmitri replied, that accent peeking through again for a moment. Russian, if anything.

"Okay, and the alternative is…?" Elissa asked, not sure if she wanted to hear the answer. If it wasn't a big deal, why couldn't these jerks just release her already?

"Well, there are two. You stay here for a while, 'til this shit blows over, or you die. Which of those second two would you prefer?" He arched an eyebrow at her, arms folded.

“I’d prefer to not die, obviously,” Elissa responded. “I don’t have a death wish.” Of course, they might kill her anyway, but at least this way she probably wouldn’t die today.

"So you'd prefer to stay here." Dmitri replied with a slow nod, looking at her carefully. "Sounds like an interesting plan." he ran a hand through his hair. His right hand, as his left hand was still covered by that glove.

“If that’s the option where you don’t kill me, so be it,” she responded, trying to play it cool. On the inside, Elissa was still fearing for her life. What person wouldn’t? This man’s “Pack” had just killed her grandmother.