Taken || Shane & Chuck
It turned out, the longer she was in the room alone, the more her mental state deteriorated. At least with Praxis present, there had been something to shatter the illusion her mind was trying to force upon her. Like a waking nightmare, the ropes around her wrists and legs chafed, awakening the sensory hallucination and transporting her back to that room, back to a night where she had been restrained in a similar way. Vex whimpered through the gag, as the flashbacks hit.
When Praxis answered the door, there was no one there. He was about to duck back into the house and return to his captive when there was a loud crash from what sounded like the side yard. The male jogged around, guard up in case he had been found.
“The informant?” he snorted upon discovering Charlie waiting for him beyond the fence. “Really? They sent the informant to rescue Vexia?” Amused, the nephillim chortled and took a step closer with each taunting word. “Really now, I know I’m no warrior, but I think I deserve better than the untrained human. What have you got there?”
Just a few more steps…
Chuck tried to keep his gaze from flicking to the ground as he slowly backed away. “An angel blade, don’t come near me or I swear I’ll skewer you, you bastard!”
This only encouraged Praxis further and he slunk towards him. “Vexia’s I presume? Did you steal it and think to slay me? Give it here boy, it’s not a toy.”
As Praxis reached for the blade, Chuck whipped the lighter out of his pocket, lit it, and hurriedly bent to ignite the oil.
Like a charm the circle lit up, concealing Praxis in a ring of flame.
Shane had already began to worm his way through the broken window, the fabric of his pants slowly being shredded as he made his way through. Once his feet hit the ground he stopped to look around. “What the fuck is dis…” He breathed out, trying to make some sense of where he had ended up in the house. It looked like a study… or something.
Snapping out of his sudden confusion he started looking around what he assumed to be the ground floor of the home. Shane crept around for a moment, searching for suspicious doors, among other things before stopping. He listened carefully following the sound until he came to a door he had glanced over previously, the locks didn’t seem to hard to open so he went about it as fast as he could. He tugged at the door as hard as he could, rattling the frame, the anger rising in his chest when he looked up and noticed the smallest keyhole lock.