Leave it to her to get suck in such a situation. Getting grabbed on her way home from work hadn’t been in Dove’s schedule, obviously, and getting held captive for ransom was even worse. She had been tied to a chair in a warehouse that was definitely in need of a good cleaning for, if she were counting right, fourteen hours. No one would be looking for her yet, most people didn’t start getting suspicious until twenty-four hours. So she was stuck waiting.
At least until the thugs realised Dove wasn’t lying when she told them that she had no living family, so there was no one to pay the ransom.
Sighing around the gag in her mouth, Dove continued to pull at the ropes that bound her wrists behind the back of the chair. If she kept at it, and didn’t get caught, there was a good chance she’d be able to get her hands free. From there she might be able to make a run for i—
What the hell was that noise!?
Dove winced, ceasing her movements as two of the guards ran outside to inspect whatever was causing the sound. Fluttering pale blue eyes, Dove’s head whipped around to see what the men were looking at, surprise and hope filling her head.
Someone had actually come to save her? A superhero no less? Snapping her head forward to watch the one kidnapper’s gun slide across the floor, and quickly she began to tear at the bindings on her wrists. She just needed to get her hands free, then she could get the gun. She wouldn’t want to, but Dove would shoot someone if it came down between her life and some goon’s.
If Annie’s device had worked correctly ( which it better, given that the funds came out of the group kitty the team had ) then the other two should be passed out on the ground.
If I can get free, I’ll grab the gun.
Her thoughts were loud, desperate, distracting. Distracted by her silent noise, he found it hard to predict the next move. As one of the men scrambled for the gun, the other charged at Sevastiyan. Grabbing the albino by the neck and slamming him against the wall, the man bought time for his partner. Sevastiyan’s first instinct was to try and get free, but he knew it would be best if he didn’t. He waited, still and silent, until the pressure on his neck would leave bruises for weeks. At that point, he grabbed onto the man’s arm and shut his eyes tightly, shaking as he imprinted his pain on the other.
Fear and anxiety filled the eyes of the assailant. It was all mentality -- he wouldn’t die, he wouldn’t bruise like Sevastiyan would, but he felt it all. The fleeting breath, the pressure threatening to collapse his throat, the fingernails digging into his neck. Unable to take it anymore, the man released the hero and scratched at the imaginary hand around his neck.
As he fell to the ground, Sevastiyan gently cupped his face, forcing docile and gentle thoughts into his head. It’d be hard to fight like that -- it was Sevastiyan’s best bet without physically harming him. Masked gaze turned to the other man, teeth clenching as he realized how close he was to reloading the gun. The hero is losing focus, his head throbbing from the use of his powers, dizzy from the lack of oxygen. Yanking the gun from his hands with his telekinesis, he slid it over to Dove’s feet.
Keep it, and don’t shoot. ”
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