(This thread probably will include trigger warnings, as seams to be the case with most of my threads! Just figured I should mention it. )
Calum had heard rumors about a legendary pokemon, roaming about the mountains. A melotta, the trainers claimed. Personally, he had little interest in that sort of pokemon himself. Yet, as the days went on and the rumors continued, he found himself increasingly interested in capturing the small thing.
If nothing more, they would make an interesting pokemon. Perhaps someone to join his Furfrou in the ranks of 'something fancy that made him look wealthier'.
The man had set up several traps for the pokemon over the past few days. Cages that would fall if a tripwire was hit, and things that resembled bear traps, hidden near the lakes and rivers.
Who: Santana Lopez, mentions of Bruce and Gerardo Lopez
Where: Pick Up Location #3
When: Wednesday 3rd of September
Notes: Surveillance, Notes and the Lopez obsession with treasure hunts explained. Also anger.
Warnings: Swearing, Surveillance, Abuse and Manipulation,Flames
It'd just started like another pick up. They arrived at another abandoned building littered with surveillance technology and booby traps. Bruce walked ahead to lead Santana to the coordinates only the coordinates, the exact coordinates...well they were the wall that separated two units.
He looks at Santana, she returned his gaze and nodded stepping to the side to select a door. They'd check one each, open if they saw no threats and see what happened.
As if happened Bruce lifted his door while squatted down, his massive body mostly hidden from anything the door could contain which seemed to be motion triggered projectiles
By the time he'd stood up again there were no less than 7 blade points sticking through various parts of the door. Grunting with displeasure the large man removed his shoe and used it to effectively mallet the blades back so he could open the door properly.
While he'd been busy trying to coerce his door into opening Santana had checked her door and decided it was safe to enter so stepped into the dark unit.
Upon entering however she was met with several flames appearing from seemingly out the walls illuminating the small room in a flickering orange glow.Attempting to weave through them as a thin coat of sweat already began to appear on her skin she hisses when the first one she passes turns to aim at the door, then as though it was like some kind of trigger the rest turned blasting their flames at her. She turns back to the door, smashing her fist against it and yelling for Bruce.
And now all she could feel was rough gravel beneath her back, thin material under her shit and what appeared to be a lot of sweat around her body.
She raises her head warily, she was now outside the building with 3 boxes stacked up next to her. Rubbing her eyes she sits up wincing as she looked down and saw what appeared to a large bruise on her lower arm around her wrist, crap.
It took a while to figure out that she'd been laying on Bruce's shirt that he'd folded up under her head, long still to realize the empty water bottles next to her and put together that he'd washed her face and probably got her semi-lucid self to drink some water or at least wash her mouth out
The man himself appears then carrying another two boxes. Almost dropping them when he saw her sitting up he immediately cups her cheeks looking at her, checking for damage until she weakly swatted him off. There was a large cut down his upper right arm, looked messy too but had obviously been washed. So that explained the bottles. They both needed cleaning up.
"These weren't heavy" he says simply gesturing to the two he'd just carried. He points to the bottom one in the stack she'd been near and sighs "That one was" he holds his hand out for her "I'll cook you mac and cheese tonight" he offers with something of a proud smirk, that was one of very few things he'd prepared for Santana before.
Santana rolled her eyes but nodded, she needed to eat. Actually she really needed to drink something that wasn't wine, and probably get some sleep. But who had time for that when they were practically running from a father that wanted them dead?
There was a note inside the heavy box, well really it was a short letter.
Santana,
If you've survived this far I'll be almost impressed, if not I'm afraid to say this was your only chance to make me feel so.
Remember to play by the rules, I know I will be
Forever Yours,
Gerardo Lopez
Santana scrunched it up after one read, she knew there were probably a million veiled insults in there and more meanings as to what he meant by 'rules' but she didn't have time for his ridiculous distractions and prideful crap, really she needed wine and the next clue. Whatever important crap he thought he had would definitely be held for last.
