Meeting Scarlett was a pleasant coincidence for Alaude. It happened when he was investigating the disappearances of some photographers. She had been a great help during the investigation, a good person to go when he had questions. Scarlett was smart, observant, foccused and strangely charming, qualities that compelled Alaude to pursue a friendship with her after the investigation was done.
He just didn’t imagine that their friendship would end the way it did, or rather, that it didn’t end.
One day Scarlett stopped answering his calls or messages. The only reason it took him too long to go check on her that day was because he was in the middle of an investigation, and that he thought that she was probably busy.
To this day he blamed himself for being so foolish. Foolish enough to only start looking for her when 24 hours of her disappearance had passed.
He took too long to start looking, and the her trail went cold.
No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t find a reason for the occurrence, or any info about her.
An entire year, but no matter how much he was told that she was probably dead, he still persisted. Unless he found proof of her death he was not giving up.
His persistence and patience finally paid off, and he finally got a tiny bit of info. It didn’t seem reliable, but he wouldn’t throw it away. His instincts told him that he had to go check it.
That’s what brought him to this abandoned building on the edge of this small, almost forgotten, town. Far away from Domino, where the two of them met for the first time.
The place could be the base of some gang or just home to vagrants, but even so he had to see with his own two eyes that the info he got was fake.
He expected finding anything, when he walked through the decrepit halls of the building. Anything.
Tied to a chair in the middle of a room in the basement was the woman he had been searching for a year. From afar she looked more like an skeleton than a human being, but he recognized the pale skin and the black hair, even if she had her head lowered and he couldn’t see her face.
He drew his gun and held it to the side of his body, checking the room carefully before walking towards her.
It was even worse looking at her when he got closer. She was practically skin and bones at this point. Scars of cuts covered good part of her legs and a bit of her arms. There was still dried blood in some of them.
He gently put two fingers on her neck and waited patiently for any signs that she was still alive. It was barely there, but he found that she still had a pulse. He lifted her head slowly, to see that her face was covered in bruises that were now brown, a sign that they were made a long time ago. They looked to strange on her face.
Alaude had seen the best and the worst of humanity during his life, but even so he couldn’t help but wonder who would be capable of doing something like that to her. As far as he knew she didn’t have any serious enemies.
“Hold on. I am here now, you will be safe.” He whispered as he took a knife from his pocket and started cutting the ropes that tied her to the chair. They were so tight that they bruised her skin.
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