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| Kat McPherson | Mar 22 2008, 02:12 AM |
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Kat's brow creased as Livia's hand took hold of her wrist. She opened her mouth to object, but instead gasped in shock as the enhanced muscles gripped her tightly in a vice-like hold and reeled her in like a hapless fish on a fishing line. Instincts overtook reasoning at this point, and once again she found herself desperately tugging to snatch her arm back from an unknown captor. "You're not getting away this time dear. There's definitely that scream of yours will catch us off guard again, Kat." The words took a moment to register, but when they did Kat's blood ran cold; this person knew her name. Like a lightning bolt realisation hit- of course, this was no robbery! It one of Greave's famous kidnappings... and this time she was the target. Kat's heart seemed to stop. Almost in slow motion her grey-green eyes lifted to meet Livia's, shock and comprehension written plainly across her face. "N-no! Get off me!" She began to struggle again, but her voice was quiet and weak- desperation echoing hollowly in each syllable. "Try to leave and I'll put a spike through your arm." She hissed." You're not one of us yet, I can hurt you however I want." As if she had needed any confirmation of her fears. Kat said nothing, instead biting down painfully on her bottom lip, her eyes fearful but stony. Reluctantly all feeble attempts to get away ceased... Luke lost the flustered, but not quite the angry, as he plodded over to do Livia's bidding. Obviously, the boy did not appreciate being emasculated in this way by his sharper and apparently stronger companion. But, as ordered, he hefted Kat up by her armpits and planted her firmly on one shoulder in a fireman's carry, shrugging and rolling his shoulders until she was in a slightly more comfortable position- for him at least. The girl flopped uncooperatively, letting her entire body go limp as if she were an exceptionally heavy rag doll. For a moment, just a moment, Luke envied Livia’s muscle enhancing abilities. The moment passed though, as soon as she let loose a jibe about his back. “I can manage. I’m not that old.” He muttered, rolling his eyes at the shapeshifter's eternal bad temper. "Spoiled Princess is gonna be a hand full." "Uhm." Came the boy's noncommittal reply... he didn't say it, but Kat wasn't the only one here he considered a 'handful'. His head jerked up as Livia continued, and he particularly noticed the words 'your charge'...apparently agreeing to come on this kidnapping had had a few strings attached he hadn't bargained for. But then that's what you get for bothering isn't it? Luke glanced from Livia to Kat’s dangling feet, which were kicking feebly at his chest. Normally he'd just refuse, but with someone like Livia that really wasn't an option. There was a moment of quiet as the group turned off the path, and into the woods...Luke's mind working overtime as an intriguing idea presented itself. If Kat was all wound up about being kidnapped she'd have to stay locked up in the manner, meaning Luke would have to too...and what damage can an empath do in a house that protected itself? "She won't be able to come on raids." he said finally, "And I don't reckon she'll stay put long enough for chores and stuff..." he looked meaningfully at Livia...if he was doing her a favour, he could at least be let off a few chores, right? Mostly ignored by this conversation, Kat bumped along- uncomfortably squished on Luke's shoulder. She may have been silent, and for the most part submissive, but inside she was seething. Her blood boiled at the humiliation of being tricked and lugged off like a sack of potatoes...and now they were even having a conversation about her! Quite literally behind her back! Whatever anger Livia felt it could surely not match the resentment swelling deep in Kat's chest. Oh no, she had no wish to be forgiven...and she certainly wouldn't forget. |
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