Experience is a brutal teacher || Maya&Wren
Maya had ignored Wren the whole time as she ranted and raved there was nothing the women could say to push Maya. To make her do something she wasn’t ready to do. She wasn’t ready to put a bullet in the women’s head and sure as hell wasn’t going to allow Wren to force her hand. All Maya did was laugh and laugh loudly her hand coming to her side as she tried to control her laughter. Standing up Maya rolled her eyes, “I think us French Fuckers, really know how to have a good time. I’m having fun. Aren’t you?”
Call it intuition or better yet she wasn’t born yesterday. The outburst had been nothing but a distraction and Maya had acted. It came faster then she projected. Maya had jumped back at the first swing it only barely contacting her but the second one had clipped her hard enough to make her double over but it wasn’t for long. She had been hit harder before with in thirty seconds she was going after the women. Maya knew the area well enough to know there was nothing around but woods for miles. Straight woods and she had half the thought to leave her. To let her die in the woods and get eaten but the creatures with in it.
Feet slapped the ground harder charging forward before lunging hand grabbing a hold of Wren’s shirt she forced Wren’s body right into the mud. Maya’s hand rubbed Wren’s face in the mud, they struggled for a long moment before Maya managed to get the women in a head lock and held until she was unconscious. Maya hadn’t said anything the whole time, she didn’t curse her for being a little bitch. She didn’t scold her and tell her she was only making it worse for herself. Instead she remained silent as they struggled because silence was worse then anything she could imagine.
Maya stood up dusting the dirt off the ground she stood over the unconscious Auditore loyalist for a long moment, shifting back and forth she stretched for a brief moment she thought the strike from the shovel had broken her ribs but it only pissed Maya off and now Wren was really going to suffer. Grabbing the women she pulled the body back towards the plot not far beyond the plot was a coffin much like the one Richie had buried her in.
By the time Maya had finished shoveling Wren had started to stir, Maya had looked over at her for a moment, pitiful really thats what she was. Signing She slammed the shovel in the ground before pulling herself out of the plot and lowered the coffin in. She waltz over to Wren and waited this was going to be the entertaining part. Maya nudged Wren’s side with her foot. “Wakey, wakey.” She chimed.
Maya had bound Wren’s feet and her hands assuring that there would be no more escape trails. When Wren’s eyes open Maya smiled broadly and nodded towards the wooden box coffin before Maya leaned down and whispered softly her voice almost sing songy as if she was talking to a small child. “Nonno or Wren. Wren or Nonno. Richie is gonna have to choose but he doesn’t know whose is where. Poor sap, what if he choose your location and Nonno dies. I would hate to have an old man’s death on my hands.”
Maya’s hands pressed her hands on Wren and rolled her into the plot, she didn’t slam the lid close quiet yet. Instead she hoovered above Wren eyes focused on the eyes of the women. Wren might have held a brave front yet but Maya knew that no one was coming. She knew that their time wasn’t over. Maya wasn’t done with this one just yet, there was going to be more. Not only to her but to Richie too, Maya was going to make him suffer. She was going to make him he wish that he was dead. Inhaling a breath the wicked smile that was on her face grew wider.
"I hope for your sake Richie enlist in help but something tells me he wont. He won’t because you were right. You see I was watching you long enough to know that, Richie doesn’t care about you. Nobody cares about you. Not the Russian whose husband left her. Not Tiffany, not the firefighter you had coffee with last week. Nobody cares about poor little Wren. " Maya’s voice was angry but there was a bitter truth in her words, that came across clearly, she had
"Remember what I said, that he has two unknown locations?" Maya arched her eye brow slightly, before huffed. "I’d really hate to be the reason why his only living family was dead."
And with that Maya slammed the coffin closed and started pilling dirt on it. She pressed her eyes closed for a moment as she continued to drop dirt on the plot. Each pile of dirt that fell upon the lid must have seemed loud to Wren, Maya remembered how it sounded. The small space. Her bloody nails after she tried to claw her way out. It had been so quiet and there had been so much time to think.
God, the girl was so much faster than she was. If she could have just kept an inch more of a lead on her, Maya wouldn't have caught onto the oversize shirt that had once been tucked into her high waisted pants. In the end, it was what brought her down, and Wren just didn't know how to fight as well as she thought she could. It didn't mean she didn't try to give it her all--at least until the lights went out on her yet again.
If she could have just stayed in that abyss...stayed unconscious and told herself that all of this was a dream, she would have convinced herself there was a merciful someone watching over her. And instead, she woke up to a shoe nudging her in the side, and the hole she'd been digging for herself completely dug into now. She tried so desperately to move again, but this time it wasn't just her hands bound, her feet were bound. A hopelessness suddenly washed over her, as a tear slid down her face. She watched the woman in front of her with stoic eyes, trying to keep her face as brave as possible, even if she were dying inside.
"Nonno..." Wren muttered, the old man's face flashing before her eyes. She'd just seen him recently. They'd sat and she'd read to him, he'd bugged her about Richie, and so the cycle went. "No...Don't do that. Please. Kill me instead. Just kill me, okay? You don't have to touch him." This time, she pleaded. Not for her own life, but for the Nonno the man had become to her. She feared if Richie lost what was left of his family, he'd lose what very little was left of his humanity also. And the thought of the old man she loved so much somewhere cold, abandoned...scared...it was too much for her to handle.
The more her captor talked, the more defeated Wren became. Because she knew the woman was saying everything she'd felt inside. She didn't fit in here. Even if it was her home. She wasn't fully a loyalist, so she knew her existence didn't mean as much as she wished it did. Her own family spoke to her so little, that they'd probably never even know she was gone to begin with. The coffin seemed fitting now. Because with every single word this evil bitch spoke, it was another nail sealing her fate.
She was crying hard now, trying not to hyperventilate. Wren was going to die in this hole. Richie would never pick her over his Nonno, and he absolutely shouldn't. Panic didn't really set in until she saw the Frenchie go to close the coffin and suddenly she screamed. "PLEASE! PLEASE DONT DO THIS." But it was too late. Her screams echoed off the coffin's walls and sobs wracked her body as she heard the first of the dirt being piled on. She couldn't even bang on the top of the coffin and try to get herself out, not with her hands tied behind her back. She tried her hardest to kick up with both feet, but the little bit of room she'd been allotted didn't help.
Wren had always expected that she'd die in Launceston. But she had hoped it would never be while seeing her worst fear imagined. Maya was right. She was alone. Even if those words were said just to get to her, they reverberated loudly in her mind. It was something she'd always suspected, being that she mostly kept to herself, and having it confirmed had killed her spirit. "He's going to kill you, you stupid bitch!" She screamed as hard as she could before she sunk down and gave up. She needed to breathe...conserve her air as best she could, but the sound of dirt being piled on was getting less and less prominent on top of her. "God...please...please, help me. I know I suck as...a human being...but please..." She cried softly.
