The investigator, Zak
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She stares at the boy who burst through the door, his eyes began to search the room until they landed on her. There was a flash of horror on his face and his eyes focused on the leather around her neck. He races to her.
Was he looking for me?
She didn’t like how her heart skipped a beat at the thought so she chose to ignore it. Instead, she glances behind her to see her master and his son frozen in shock.
Her owner managed to break out of a spell before pushing himself out of chair. He stood in front of his pet, ready to stop the boy.
The boy’s golden eyes narrowed as he closed the distance between them. He throws a punch into the man’s gut and it connects. Her eyes widen and she hears a gasp from behind her.
Her master clutches his stomach and drops to his knees. The boy gets past and grabs her hand, pulling her up.
“Let’s go.” he grins.
It was the only warning he gave as he went straight into sprint, dragging her along. She finds her feet and starts running with him.
Behind them, a strangled cry from her master.
“Security!”
They ran faster.
“What’s your name?” the boy asked, breathless. His hand still grabbed tight onto hers as they raced down the maze of halls.
“Rosie.” she finds herself replying and the boy’s expression brightened. Like she had said anything worthy of that smile.
He was infuriating in the sense that he thought he could crash into her hell and try to pull her out, even if she knew there was no real escape. Hope was a risk she never took.
She didn’t try to stop him though. Those golden eyes reflected in hers spoke of familiarity, left her wanting to spend as long as she could with him.
“Look, we’re close!” the boy cheers all too loudly, interrupting her thoughts.
She finds herself following his gaze to the glow at the door. The small windows built into the wood let sunlight through and she could see a strip of blue sky.
Am I really going to be free?
No sooner had her mind betrayed her when a deep, commanding voice called behind her.
“Guards! They’re here!”
She looks back to see the piercing grey eyes of her owner’s son. She knew by now that pleading wouldn’t work.
Large men dressed in black surrounded them and stepped closer. She was ready to give herself over when she was pushed behind the back of the boy who rescued her.
“Stay back.” he growled, teeth bared.
The men began to hesitate, eyes darting to each other, hoping another would know how to handle the situation.
Then one pulls a gun with a long end and loads a dart in. Her eyes widen as she remembers the weapon used on her on her first day as her master’s pet.
She attempts to push the boy out of the way but is instead pushed against the wall by him. He holds her, back turned from their attackers.
“No, no! Don’t –“
“It’s okay.” he soothes.
Their foreheads touch lightly before the whistle of a dart is heard and the boy howls in pain, crumpling to the floor.
She falls with him and cradles the head of the unconscious figure.
A guard pulls her away as she sobs. Dragged back to her master without being allowed to look back.