It was at least a hour before Yumi started to stir, once again. A ringing in her head and a searing pain coming from one of her shoulders. If her memory wasn’t in such a haze, at the moment, she would have alert pretty fast.
Now, most people knew Yumi Hojo as the girl who was unfazed and played off everything, and considering her work and the collection she had at home, t was no big surprise. But she knew herself, her sister and horrid, horrid parents knew her: She didn’t have a high pain tolerance and, when caught off guard, could easily be driven to panic and fear.
This was one of those times.
“Ngh...” She remembered getting knocked out after her sister had been used as bait, waking up face to face with one of the monster’s little friends and... Gosh, the rest was fuzzy, but she remembered a lot of pain and her...
She couldn’t feel her arm- Did that little fucker really-!?
There was only one response thought to that. She was going to make Hope- or ‘Karakuri,’ or whatever her name was- pay for causing this. That little monster refused to cooperate and leave well enough alone and now she was probably going to die here. But she’d pay, she absolutely would.
Now that she was more awake and rage was hiding the panic and fear in those red-orange eyes of the Ultimate Blood Worker’s; she struggled against her restraints once more, surveying the area and easily catching the scent of her own blood. Sickeningly sweet, just like her sister’s. Yeah, her arm was definitely gone, she couldn’t feel it, but knowing that was somehow making it easier to build up a straight face.
Surely Yukio was already working n a way to find her. The brains would find the brawn soon, she just had to hold out until that happened.
“Come on, there has to be something in here- There has to. How they are compiled, weaknesses when separated... Ah! Possession! There we go-” Teal was cut short by a inhuman grip, and a prick of a syringe in his neck. It only took a minute for the sedative to take effect and everything to start fading to black.
The person he saw now picking him up: It was none other than Chamyle.
“The time for notes and play is over 345-C-1. It’s time to find 345-C-0, go home and continue our research.”
It had all been a blur, first her camp being found, then her fighting to protect herself, next thing she knew she was on the ground and everything went black.
Now Hope was here, wherever ‘here’ was and honestly unable t make sense of what had happened, all she could was levitate in mid-air and wait for someone to show up so she could get some answers.
open to an villan come and do your worst just leave me alive
Hands bound together in front, feet also bound, mouth duct taped closed blood trickled down her face, vision blurry. Chelsea tried to focus on the person standing above her but could not she likely had a concussion. Her eyes widened when the trunk was shut closing her off from the outside she was being kidnapped.
