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She stirred slightly, feeling tight coarse rope binding her to a chair, a few coils were around her neck, keeping her sitting upright, tight enough to be uncomfortable, but not cutting off air yet, though struggling, she felt them tighten. She could smell old barn smells, and was cold, her clothes were damp, as if she had been in the heat again all day. Mira sat still, trying to look around.
Hearing footsteps first, she gave a small noise, hoping that it was Jason. Instead Ashton’s light brown curls and devil grin filled her vision as he moved up to her. She didn’t care about the rope tightening, she didn’t want him touching her again.
"This would have been easier if you didn't fight us earlier. My brother's still at the hospital bitch, too bad he'll miss this." He gently brushed the hair from her face, letting his hand trail down her neck after tucking the lock behind her ear, tracing the low cut collar of her tank top. When Mira cringed, he grabbed her hair, twisting it to make her look at him. "You're lucky they aren't letting me choose the ceremony. I'd would have loved to see you beg for mercy." He pulled closer, still holding her hair to prevent her from moving as he leaned his head in.
She closed her eyes as his free hand trailed down her sides more, tracing the top of her shorts, making her try to close her legs more, only to find she couldn’t. There was rope around her legs going to the arms of the chair. She managed to fight the tears, keeping them in, not letting him know he was scaring her. Her only thought was that Jay would get there.
He had heard her stirring, whatever they had drugged her with had kept her out of it most of the day. Jason hated that he couldn’t free himself to get to her, after the previous day, the lack of air conditioning in the barn couldn’t be good for her. He had tried to get his wrists free, but the rope was way too tight. Night had probably fallen about an hour ago, and he saw shadows move, too quickly to be the cultists. He kept watch, not sure what to think, though he tried again to loosen the ropes holding him.Why can't we just hold on
To each other's hands
This time will be the last
Broken Wings - Mr. Mister
”He’s forgotten about you already, poor little bird, abandoned by Daddy.” The laughing voice belonged to an arm holding a crowbar.
Jason had heard the thud, something hitting the wooden pillar he was bound to, it had been enough to pull him from the vision. Looking around, he noticed no one was there, paying attention to him at least. From where he sat he could see Mira, and the asshole that was trailing his hands over her. Shifting slightly, he found that the item he had heard, was a blade, sticking out between two of the ropes.
He worked quickly cutting his wrists free. The blade was small, fit into the palm of his hand as he stood, bringing attention to himself. Others moved to stop him, only to fall, if not by his hand, the hand of whoever was helping him.
He saw red as there was a muffled cry as Mira was backhanded, the sound of the hit loud enough to let Jason know that it had to hurt. Marching towards the chair, he saw a few other men fall to the side, arrows sticking out of their throats.
Part of him cringed inwardly, a voice saying they didn’t take lives… “Shut up old man.” He whispered low, that same voice was nagging he should wait for backup. Someone tried to grab him and suffered a shattered nose for it, Jason’s body moving, despite him knowing what he was doing, he just had to get to Mira, his fallen angel, before she could get hurt. He wouldn’t lose anyone else...
Getting to Ashton, who was rising reaching for a gun, Jason pulled up pressing against his back, the small knife going to the hollow of his throat. “You know, it’s not nice to hit women.” His voice was low, gravelly, nothing like how he sounded normally. “Much less one that isn’t yours.”
Mira heard Jason, and Ashton’s startled gasp, glad that he’s not touching her anymore. Her vision’s still a little blurry, but she can see Jason pressing the knife to her tormentor’s throat. Struggling more she lets out a muffled whimper, feeling the rope cut into her wrist, and something sounding like it’s cracking. The rope at her neck is tight, making it harder to breathe now, with the gag in her mouth she can’t gasp enough air into her lungs, making her panic more, though she manages to stay as still as she can. She can feel blood welling up from her wrist, starting to drip onto her thigh. The tears she had been trying so hard to hold back fall.
“Get the girl out of here. There is a truck outside, I’ll clean up this mess.” The voice in the shadows barks an order. Jason gave a glance to Mira, who’s clearly trying to hold on. She’s hurt, which eggs him on as the lights go out. He heard the voice, and understood the words, despite not knowing the language. It had to be the strange woman again.
He’s not aware on knowing anything but English, Jason chalks it up to just another piece of his puzzle to deal with later. The woman was right, He needed to get Mira out of there first.
“Find the intruders! Take them down. Secure the sacrifices aga-” The voice was cut off with a gurgle as they were cut down.
Moving in a quick movement, he puts himself between Ashton, still at knifepoint, and Mira, who he hears has stopped struggling, the small sounds from her tells him she’s still alive at least, though the gasping, he knows he needs to move fast, she needs air. Without another thought, the knife slits the throat of the former jock, and Jason drops him.
Jason moves to Mira’s side, cutting and tearing the rope from her neck first, and removing the gag so the kid could breathe. “Sh, I have you Mira, you’re safe.” He whispers cutting the rest of the rope away, moving quickly and carefully not to hurt her more.
She’s gasping in lungfuls of air, as she feels the rest of the rope pulled away. Mira doesn’t have the strength to stand if she wanted, so didn’t fight as he scooped her up.
Jason bridal carries Mira outside, her head falls against his shoulder, and her breathing is easier, he finds the truck that had brought her there, and carefully placed her in the passenger seat, intending on hotwiring it if he had to, but the keys were in the ignition. She’s breathing easier now, though he knew something had to be wrong, she had been warm to the touch, almost burning when he had held her. He’s hoping that once he can get them somewhere safe he can take care of her, it’s been about two days since he knows she’s eaten anything, and she was probably thirsty. They had been in shade, but it had still been hot all day.
Get her safe. A man needs water and food to survive, shelter can come after. The thought was something he remembered, maybe from some old book he read? He wasn’t sure how true it was, but he’d get her out of town first, food could be gotten, and water.
She’s trembling, blood having transferred from Jay’s clothes to hers. The girl’s boots are gone, and it’s clear she’s favoring her left wrist. It’s covered by her right hand. As he speeds off, Jay can’t think of anything to say to her.Take these broken wings
And learn to fly again
And learn to live so free
“Lucy,” her voice was rough and glanced over. “I won’t leave without Lucifer. Please?” She is begging, her voice so quiet Jay wished he had spent more time killing Ashton, making him pay for hurting her.
She covered her mouth with her hands, obviously trying to keep herself from getting sick. He opened the windows seeing they weren’t being followed, the fresh air could only help right?
To be honest? He was going all by instinct now. That instinct telling him to get the hell out of that town, just away. It was the main thing that he wanted to do. No, not wanted to do. Needed to do. Though a part him knew that he needed to change and get his knuckles wrapped up. Get the blood off of his hands and his prints off the truck.
Her words cut through his thoughts before he shakes his head," Okay. We'll grab Lucy and you can grab whatever else you need. Then we need to get out of here. As far away as we can possibly get."
She gave a nod, the fresh air was welcome helping ease things. She didn't want to break down, though her mind was going through what she needed to grab. She wanted to ask him how long she was sitting there, but couldn’t bring herself to.
It takes a lot for him not to screech to a halt when they get to the garage. He lets the truck idle as he slips out and looks over towards where she's at in the passenger seat, "Come on. Grab whatever you need while I look to see if there's anything else we should grab." He'll worry about his injuries later. Right now, it was get what they need and get out.
Getting out of the truck, Mira made it about four feet before her eyes fell on the still ruined garage. Stumbling she hit the concrete on her knees. Wrapping her arms around herself she still fought getting sick. The smell of old blood, from her attacking Zach earlier, was what tipped the scale, and she scrambled for one of the waste bins. The last day, had been far too much.
Jason’s halfway across the garage when he hears her fall. He’s at her side in moments, kneeling. “You good?” He doesn’t want to ask if she’s alright, he knows she’s not. He reaches for her shoulder, but stops himself, not sure how she’ll take it. He just knows he has to get her out of there, somewhere safe.
She shivered, closing her eyes a moment. Trying to will herself to move. She couldn't get her legs to get her up. Remembering what the men had promised to do to her, their voices ringing in her ears she covered her ears trying to make them stop, the movement making her almost dry heave again. Hearing Jay she nods.
"Mira... move..." She whispered to herself feeling like if she didn't move, they'd come for her again, and they'd kill both of them... If not first make good on the threats. Mira managed to get to her feet, stumbling for the living area. Luce, she needed to get her guitar, and at least a change of clothes for her and Jay... The jar from under her bed... there was at least three hundred in it, should help right?
"Just grab Lucifer and whatever else you think we'll need," he tells her before noticing the camping gear. He moves over and grabs the bag and opens it up to see what's in it before closing it, heading back to the truck and throws it in it. Though he notices the bike too and shakes his head, it wasn't really need. However, if she wanted it too then he'd throw it in the bed of the truck.
Going to her room she grabs the guitar, glad it's in a hard case, and the jar that's hidden under her bed. Stuffing some clothes into a backpack she thinks a moment before adding a stuffed animal that had sentimental value. Digging out old sneakers from her closet she pulled them on. Before going to the room he was using to grab clothes for him.
Seeing he's tossing things into the truck she shakes her head. "Jay... Can we use my truck instead. I..." She doesn't want to get back into the one they had come in. "Please..." Her voice is small as she whispers it. "I, they..." She had pulled on a leather jacket, something it's far too warm for, but she's still trembling. "Not with what they tried to do in the back."
However, when she asks about the truck he grabs the camping gear bag back out of it and heads for her truck. Though he doesn't like the idea of leaving that truck standing. If anything it needed to be destroyed. However, he focuses on her and what she needs to do. On what they need to do. He wants her to be able to feel safe or as safe as possible. Hearing her explain he tightened his grip on the bag he carried. He doesn’t turn though, not wanting her to see the anger there. Not at her, at himself for not being able to get to her.
"You want anything else out of here?" He asks even as he goes to her truck to throw the camping gear bag into. "They're not going to be touching you ever again." It's hard and straight to the point. If he didn't beat the hell out of them to the point of death, then the strange woman would've taken care of it. Despite not knowing her, he knows that.
She shook her head, holding the old stuffed toy close. It's a well loved bunny, probably something of her childhood. Moving for the truck she put the two bags and Lucifer in the bed. "I, I just didn't get the cash from the safe... We, probably need more I only have three hundred, maybe four in my rainy day jar." She still had the small voice, and knew that Jason had the combination to the safe. "I, don't think I can go into the office..."
He doesn't say anything about the stuffed toy, not when everyone had their vices. If it helped her feel safe then so be it. He wouldn't go against that. As for the mention of the money, he gives a nod, "I'll go grab it." When he does get into the office he finds a little bag before kneeling down in front of the safe, putting in the combination and opening it. The whole while that he's doing it he keeps an ear out listening to make sure nothing was coming into the garage. Wanting to make sure that she stayed safe.
By the time he's back she's in her truck, an old horse blanket, she used when having to check under a car in the field, wrapped around herself. The side of her face where she had been hit is already bruising, but she's trying to keep what little she has left together, feeling bad that Jason is doing everything. There's a faint smell of gas too. "Mid morning this place won' be standing... I, I don't want them tearing it down, and I don't want them putting someone else here to run it." She whispered. "It's also the only gas station in town." She bit her lip as she looked down. “I, I can’t let them ruin the memories I have here.”
Jason manages to hide his anger when he caught the side of her face, though he does reach up carefully moving hair from her face. Though the smell of gas has him give a nod. “They’ll have to find somewhere else to go now.” He stays still a moment. “You sure that’s everything you want from here?”
She glanced to the guitar case, and her backpack that she had stuffed her important documents in before stuffing in the clothes. Hugging the toy closer she nodded. "Everything important I have. Items can be replaced." She said softly. "I think I lost my phone when they grabbed us, it wasn’t in my pocket. So, guess I don't have access to those photos anymore. No way I'm going out there to look for it." She bit her lip. “Sucks too that one was new.” The comment was mostly to try to seem normal.
"It's probably better that the phone stays lost. Means no one can find us," He tells her before giving a bit of a nod. "We'll get better things later." Once they can settle down and get away, that is. For now though, he gets them the hell away from the garage. Even though she set up a system that would take it out, he does one better. He finds a set of matches in the truck before lighting them and tossing them out, revving the engine to get them further away. That way they didn't get any of the backlash from the blast.
Mira gave a small nod as he spoke. Pulling the blanket tighter around herself, missing him grabbing the matches. She stayed huddled on the seat for a bit, silent as they drove off. When she heard the explosion she didn't turn to look, instead she held the stuffed animal closer, hiding her face in it.
He doesn't even look back to see how bad the explosion was. "We'll head north and if it comes down to it change direction," he tells her idly. "We both need to find a place to get cleaned up and eat." They were going to need their strength after all of this. Though past those words he doesn't say anything else, focusing on the road ahead of them.
Mira moved closer to him, turning up the heat a little. Within a few minutes she had faded off against him, the rabbit falling to the floorboard on the passenger side.