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Awry (Vulgmaster X Ishu)

About an hour had gone by and the maid was still at work stripping the floor of wax. Rui came downstairs and saw her, the girl's face still reddened. Rui sighed and called upstairs, yelling in Chinese. She grabbed her purse from a table, one of many purses she had laying around in different locations and stood a good distance away from the maid as she sent a text to her son. ("We are going out to eat. Take a shower and change your clothes. We are taking the rolls-royce.") She yelled upstairs again at her husband and told him the same thing, but in Chinese. He could understand her when she belted in another language, though he rarely spoke it back. (Rolls-Royce Phantom)
 
Tristan walked by the house he had seen the other day, as he got to the corner; he saw a fancy looking Rolls-Royce pull out of the garage and take off. It looked like at least one of the windows had been left open. This is my best chance! He thought, as he began walking faster; trying to get to his house to get his car without seeming conspicuous.
 
The housemaid was about halfway done with stripping the wax off of the floor. She sat down and wiped some water across her forehead before sighing and scrubbing the floors again.
 
Tristan pulled up to the side of the house, and started trying to psych himself up.
They don't NEED all that stuff. You're only taking what you need to survive. Not like this will be a regular thing. Once you get a job...UUUGGGHHH COME ON!! Just go get it over with.
He slowly got out of his car and crept to the back gate he had noticed the last time he was here.
 
The window had been opened again, the night breezes drying the floor. The housemaid decided to take a small break and headed upstairs to change into something a bit more.... fresh. Once upstairs, and in her room, she took off the apron and the dress, stuffing them into her hamper. She found a blouse and a pencil skirt, putting them on under fresh undergarments. She sighed and let her hair down before going to the bed and laying down on her back. She'd been working all day and just... wanted a break.
 
Tristan moved cautiously to the gate, no one seemed to be in the yard, and there was no sound. He scanned the door and; there it was! The window was left open!
Quickly, he unlatched the gate, ignoring the slight squeak it made, there was no one home after all.
Crouching down and moving quickly, he got to the window, stuck his hand inside and opened the door.
 
She thought she heard something going on downstairs and ignored it... until she realized it might have been on of the masters of the household returning early. She shot up from the bed and stuffed her stockinged feet into a pair of black mary janes. She hurried down the stairs, white hair picking up in the air as she moved. When she made it down to the bottom she saw the back door was open but no one was there. Puzzled, she walked over to it and shut it, locking it as well.
 
Tristan was in the living room, he was trying to figure out what to take. But he didn't know the price of any of this stuff because he had never had it before. What would be enough to feed him for a while but not SO big that these people would notice it missing? Then he heard the click of a door.

Quickly grabbing a candlestick holder he started creeping toward the sound. SHITSHITSHIT...I can't go to jail! I should never have done this!!
 
She heard a sound and turned around, a voice calling out though her lips did not move, "Hello?" She stepped toward the living room and called out again, "Hello-" Her eyes widened when she saw someone standing their with a candlestick and before she could even respond cold metal hit her right on the head and she collapsed. Some blood pooled out from the spot but she didn't notice as, well, she was unconscious.
 
As soon as he saw someone, Tristan swung. (Cut him some slack, he's not a professional burglar) The girl crumpled to the ground, and Tristan dropped his "weapon". The candlestick holder hit the ground right before he did; falling to his knees.

"Oh fuck" He said aloud, there was no doubt she had seen him. Then he sprang up, there might be others!, he thought wildly looking around.

When he realized there was no one else in the house, he looked down at the girl again. She was dressed nicely. Her hair was kind of a mess, but he HAD just hit her with a candelabra. He was frozen with anxiety for a moment, his heart hammering. Then a realization dawned on him, he felt a little sick but it was a way to make all the money he needed.

Quickly, he scribbled out a note and left it on the kitchen table

If you ever want to see your daughter unharmed again, you will pay me $30,000 by the end of the week.

Throwing the girl over his shoulder, Tristan carried her to his car and drove off to his house. His heart pounding against his ribs the whole way.
 
A few hours later, the phantom rolls-royce returned to the house and pulled up into the driveway. Rui got out of the car, a bit tipsy, and laughed at her son for throwing up outside of the car. She quickly became more motherly and pat him on the back, "Come Galad, you need to get to bed." She tried not to burst into a fit of giggles and failed, touching at her husbands chest before wobbling up to the house with a set of keys. She rarely drank and even more scarcely found herself drunk but she thought it would distract the two of them in case something had gone wrong when they came home (like the floor not being done).

She unlocked the back door and went inside, not slipping at all and finding it even odd how dark the room was. She felt around and turned onthe light before going to the counter and dropping her purse onto it with the keys. The woman removed her shoes and sighed, yelling out for the two men to get in the house and go to bed. She started for the living room, walking over to an office across the hall, when she quickly backpedaled and found a bloodstain on the marble floors. She staggered and called out, "Acacia!" still sounding drunk. She was starting to sober and felt a bus hit her face when she found a ransom note.

The woman screamed for her husband, down on the floor with mascara running down her face almost instantly. Yelling in Chinese, she waved the letter at him and demanded he do something.
 
After vomiting in the driveway, Galad followed his mother inside and staggered up to his room. He collapsed, drunk, to the bed and quickly passed out without taking off his clothes.

Ruslan, Rui's husband, stood outside taking deep breaths. His son was a disgusting creature, though having his wife drunk was cute. Still, he did not smile; he almost never smiled. Then, he heard her scream.

Running into the house Ruslan looked around quickly for any sign of his wife while simultaneously pulling a pistol from inside his jacket (Walther P22). As he rounded the corner, he saw her screaming and crying pointing at a spot of blood on the ground and holding a note. He moved around quietly seeing that there was no threat, then took the paper from his wife and read it:

If you ever want to see your daughter unharmed again you will pay me $30,000 by the end of the week

That was all, no place to put the money no notice of further contact; but these things hardly registered in Ruslan's mind. He was stuck on two words, "your daughter." They rang in his head like a cannon shot, your daughter. The words rebounded in his head and he felt himself stumble, your daughter. Somebody KNEW.
 
Rui was not concerned with the social stipulation over their daughter- that no one was supposed to know she was even theirs despite her natural hair color, which was shaded by dyes and some similarities to her mother Rui, it was obvious. She choked on a sob and reached for her husband, mumbling in Chinese as tears spilled down her face. Her hands smeared into the blood, little sobs rattling her rib cage as she tried to collect herself and determine how badly Acacia had been hurt. There was not enough blood to say she was dead but enough to say she, or someone, was hurt. There were no drag marks but a few little drops of blood here and there.

After a few more minutes of her fit, she staggered up, blood covering her hands and her face as she'd wiped away tears. She approached Ruslan and whispered, "What do we do?" She swallowed a harsh sob and covered her mouth as a belch threatening to come up against her teeth and lips.
 
"The only thing we can do," Ruslan answered her dispassionately, "wait for another message." With that he put his weapon away, checked that all the doors and windows were closed and locked then went to sit in his study to think.


Across town, Tristan had gotten the girl down into the basement. She was still unconcious. He opened the trap door that led to the bomb shelter his Grandfather had built during the early 50's. With all the reinforcement he had done to make sure it could survive a nuclear holocaust it was completely sound proof.

Tristan carried the girl over to the Bed and layed her down on it. Grabbing some rope from the many supplies the bomb shelter had to offer he quickly tied her wrists and ankles to the bed frame, then he tore some material from a pillow case and blindfolded her.

Taking a look at her head he noticed that her wound wasn't really that bad, it had already scabbed over. It seemed that head wounds just bled...a lot. Still, he went upstairs to fill a bucket with water and clean her up. No use having someone for ransom if she got a nasty infection from a head wound you caused.
 
In a daze, Rui turned to the cleaning supplies and began to soak the blood up from the floor. It took her a few hours to get it all cleaned up and even then there was a subtle stain on the marble. It would take some time to buff out and she worked on it until she had accomplished her task. When she finished that up, she wandered around the house aimlessly until she found herself in the bathroom that connected to their bedroom. She saw herself covered in blood and began to undress with the showerhead beating streams of water onto the porcelain floor. She stepped into the shower and stared up at the little holes, watching as water streamed out.



(she's still passed out down here ^^)
 
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