The three shall spread their blackened wings…
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Please don’t…not again
A/N: I don't own them (though I wish I did) they belong to Troy Duffy...Yadda yadda yadda...
Warnings: If you are on this site, you know what to expect but if you don't read and find out..hahaha!!!
Chapter POV: Faith
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. She had stiffened as she heard the door open. Faith was terrified, shaking as she recited the Lord’s Prayer over and over. She had gotten up when the gunshots started and the prayers had yet to stop flowing from her lips. She was dazed and baffled behind the blindfold, but that did not stop the tears from streaming down her cheeks. I don’t want to die, Faith thought as the saltiness of her tears met her tongue; I lied, I’m not ready to die, Please God, don’t let me die here. Though she may have said that she was ready to die nothing could have prepared her for the fear that she felt as she heard two sets of feet approach. Her heart was in her throat as sobs racked her body.
. “Please,” Faith managed softly through her tears, “Please don’t…not again.”
. “Shit,” she heard an accented male voice say as she felt the blindfold being lifted from her eyes. When her eyes focused on the two masked men she struggled to get away from them. Using all of her strength and ignoring the burning pain in various parts of her body she pushed off the floor and hopped the chair backwards, away from the men.
. “I’d rather you kill me than do it again,” Faith cried as she stopped trying to get away, anger fueling her outrageous attempt at a stand. One of them came towards her slowly and she inhaled, ready to let out the mother of all screams, but before she could a leather gloved hand clamped down across her mouth.
. “We’re not here to hurt you,” said the one holding her mouth as he lifted his mask off his face, “I promise. We won’t hurt you.”
. “What the fuck are you doing, bro? Put your fucking mask back on before she can identify you to the cops,” said the other masked man.
. The one with his hand over her mouth, Murph as he was called, ignored the other and said, “If you promise not to scream, I’ll let go.”
. Faith nodded and he let go of her mouth. The other man had shaken his head in irritation before heading behind her to cut her free of her ropes. She finally looked into the eyes of her unmasked savior. They were rich dark chocolate as the lamp cast shadows across his face making him look dangerous yet compelling. He had removed his black coat and had wrapped it around Faith’s bloodied and injured body.
. “Can you walk?” he asked offering his hand to her as the other man removed his mask and threw it into one of the bags. Faith took his hand and tried pulling hersup, up, but her legs gave way beneath her. She was sure she would hit the ground but his hands were there to catch her, “Guess not. Conner, can you get both the bags?”
. The other man nodded and said, “Yeah, I got the bags. Just watch the girl, Murphy.”
. He placed an arm behind her back and on the backside of her thighs and lifted Faith up easily into the cradle of his arms. She settled against his chest, and inhaled his male scent as her eyes closed on their own accord. She wasn’t sleepy, but her eyelids were just so heavy. It’s odd, Faith thought, Dad always told me never to trust men, especially those who carry guns, yet these two men treated me with such care. Maybe it was just the fact that she had been abused for the last month, but she felt as if she could trust these two men with her life. They had reached a black van outside the gates of the house as the man who had not been holding her opened the doors. He threw the two bags into the back as the one who carried her laid her gently on the back seat before getting into the passenger-side. The other started the car and they were gone. Faith was free from the hands of Giovanni Corneli as she clutched the coat around her naked form and stared at the ceiling of the van. For the first time since she had been in that house, she truly felt at peace as the vehicle maneuvered away from it. Her eyes closed and she breathed in the scent of freedom.
Warnings: If you are on this site, you know what to expect but if you don't read and find out..hahaha!!!
Chapter POV: Faith
. She had stiffened as she heard the door open. Faith was terrified, shaking as she recited the Lord’s Prayer over and over. She had gotten up when the gunshots started and the prayers had yet to stop flowing from her lips. She was dazed and baffled behind the blindfold, but that did not stop the tears from streaming down her cheeks. I don’t want to die, Faith thought as the saltiness of her tears met her tongue; I lied, I’m not ready to die, Please God, don’t let me die here. Though she may have said that she was ready to die nothing could have prepared her for the fear that she felt as she heard two sets of feet approach. Her heart was in her throat as sobs racked her body.
. “Please,” Faith managed softly through her tears, “Please don’t…not again.”
. “Shit,” she heard an accented male voice say as she felt the blindfold being lifted from her eyes. When her eyes focused on the two masked men she struggled to get away from them. Using all of her strength and ignoring the burning pain in various parts of her body she pushed off the floor and hopped the chair backwards, away from the men.
. “I’d rather you kill me than do it again,” Faith cried as she stopped trying to get away, anger fueling her outrageous attempt at a stand. One of them came towards her slowly and she inhaled, ready to let out the mother of all screams, but before she could a leather gloved hand clamped down across her mouth.
. “We’re not here to hurt you,” said the one holding her mouth as he lifted his mask off his face, “I promise. We won’t hurt you.”
. “What the fuck are you doing, bro? Put your fucking mask back on before she can identify you to the cops,” said the other masked man.
. The one with his hand over her mouth, Murph as he was called, ignored the other and said, “If you promise not to scream, I’ll let go.”
. Faith nodded and he let go of her mouth. The other man had shaken his head in irritation before heading behind her to cut her free of her ropes. She finally looked into the eyes of her unmasked savior. They were rich dark chocolate as the lamp cast shadows across his face making him look dangerous yet compelling. He had removed his black coat and had wrapped it around Faith’s bloodied and injured body.
. “Can you walk?” he asked offering his hand to her as the other man removed his mask and threw it into one of the bags. Faith took his hand and tried pulling hersup, up, but her legs gave way beneath her. She was sure she would hit the ground but his hands were there to catch her, “Guess not. Conner, can you get both the bags?”
. The other man nodded and said, “Yeah, I got the bags. Just watch the girl, Murphy.”
. He placed an arm behind her back and on the backside of her thighs and lifted Faith up easily into the cradle of his arms. She settled against his chest, and inhaled his male scent as her eyes closed on their own accord. She wasn’t sleepy, but her eyelids were just so heavy. It’s odd, Faith thought, Dad always told me never to trust men, especially those who carry guns, yet these two men treated me with such care. Maybe it was just the fact that she had been abused for the last month, but she felt as if she could trust these two men with her life. They had reached a black van outside the gates of the house as the man who had not been holding her opened the doors. He threw the two bags into the back as the one who carried her laid her gently on the back seat before getting into the passenger-side. The other started the car and they were gone. Faith was free from the hands of Giovanni Corneli as she clutched the coat around her naked form and stared at the ceiling of the van. For the first time since she had been in that house, she truly felt at peace as the vehicle maneuvered away from it. Her eyes closed and she breathed in the scent of freedom.