flightless bird | au fi & homer
Oh, Gosh. This was bad. This was really, truly, very terribly bad. Fiona had absolutely no idea where she was. Normally that wouldn't be too much of a problem - Fi had a terrible sense of direction and was often finding herself lost. But normally she wasn't blindfolded and stuffed in the back of a van by a group of intimidatingly well-muscled and masked guys. She felt pretty certain her unknown location was due to them, thanks very not. Logically, she knew she should probably be terrified. She didn't know why these men wanted her, but good things did not generally happen to girls who got kidnapped. If she had to guess she suspected these men wanted something from her father - whose business dealings she, on the whole, ignored. But Fi knew they were important - and often a little bit shady.
Still, despite the obvious danger she was in, she couldn't help but be a little annoyed. Her wrists really hurt where they were bound together, and she'd underestimated just how uncomfortable blindfolds could be. And how nauseating it was to ride in a van with no sense of direction. Fi scowled deeply. She debated internally about saying something - this ride was taking an awfully long time, and perhaps she could just ask them what they wanted and be done with it. Because the longer Fi had to sit here, the more worried and heartsick she was getting. And uncomfortable. Come to think of it, she was freezing, too.
Fi knew of course that she had no hope of actually fighting these men or negotiating with them - she spoke six languages but hadn't been on the debate team or anything. She'd just have to wait it out, and try and distract herself. Because if she thought about it - no. Fi wouldn't let the terror win. Luckily, she didn't have to wait much longer for a change - the van came to an abrupt hault and she flew forward, into someone's arms. The man in question dragged her, her normally graceful feet stumbling, out of the van and into - who knew. After several minutes of walking this way and that, Fi was sat down firmly in a cold metal chair. She'd been about to protest when her blindfold was removed - and she sat there dumbstruck. The man before her couldn't have been much older than herself. And he was - handsome? Somehow she'd never thought of kidnappers as handsome.
"Excuse me," She said, a bit primly, gathering her fortitude and attempting to look calm (she was sure she was failing at that, but at least she'd tried). "But I'd like to know what's going on. Please."
