#dark pandora

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Rescue. (Open Rp)

Grunts and groans could be heard from a back alley of a rather large city that was only lit up by the lights inside it. It was roughly 11 at night and there were clouds forming in the sky as rumbling from them was heard. The clinking sound of someone or something being thrown into a chain link fence was heard and then silence with a small bit of groaning.

  Tapping of black leather boots was heard in a soft but angry, quick walking. The boots belonged to a rather angry woman that was on the edge of being uncontrollable. The alley way was scattered with knocked out guards and thugs, she bee-lined for the one left awake who was crawling backwards on all fours from her. A growl was heard escaping the woman’s dark red full lips and she moved swiftly to him and gripped the man’s collar tightly.

  “Where is he?” She growled out threateningly lifting the 300-pound man up with one hand like he was nothing. Her black eyes; that had no color or whites at all, bore into his very soul it seemed her eyes narrowing. The man stammered over his words scared shitless of this woman that took down all the men around them with ease. “Where. Is. HE!” She said slowly and louder, her grip going to his throat tightly.

  Her dark mahogany hair blowing hard in a sudden wind in the alleyway circling around them, “T-The boss has ‘im!” He gasped out for breath as she squeezed harder, “WHERE!” she demanded now electricity running around her body dangerously, “T-The warehouse! Don’t hur-hurt me!” He answered quickly. A wicked grin crossed over her face as black vein like lines surfaced over her skin a bit.

  She suddenly slammed his body hard against the brick wall his head making a loud crack noise as his head connected with the bricks. She dropped his body to the ground and groaned out a growl, ‘Aiden… What mess did you get yourself in?’ She thought to herself and looked to the sky as lightning cracked and thunder followed. Instantly rain began pouring from the clouds over her body that seemed to take a rather rough beating over the last few hours after she got a call from her younger (foster) brother.

  She was wearing black leather pants that clung to her hips and a white tank top that was stained with blood and dirt; most the blood wasn’t hers. She had a few cuts along her arm and one over her right cheek that her hair was sticking to. She closed her eyes and let the water rush over her body trying to think of what action to take now besides beating the pulp out of more thugs and guards; she was running low on energy from lack of sleep and beating men up the last few hours off and on…