A Nightmare's end //AD+WG101\\

[Ashland De'Courte]

The Eagles…

The Eagles…

The Eagles…

It was all Sebastian could think about as he sat before the piercing green eyes of his boss. It was apparent to the elder male that The Eagles needed to be obliterated somehow. His hotheaded boss couldn’t figure out a good plan to bring the rival gang to its knees but, Sebastian knew. It was simple. All they needed to do was cut down The Eagles’ building blocks. The gang was filled with a bunch of misfits…idiots really. The only smart one of them all was their leader. Without their leader which was the gang’s foundation they would crumble like the tower of Babylon. Sebastian wouldn’t say a word however. It was an obvious decision. An easy task. He would let his boss figure out what he had to do.

“That little bitch must die.”

The younger male murmured to himself.

“Sebastian… Get rid of her. Get rid of that little bitch Jaime!”

The other blurted out his command and the elder male froze. He wasn’t surprised or afraid. He simply… He simply…

“Isn’t that a little harsh?”

He couldn’t help but ask.

“Harsh? She’s fucking up my plans Sebastian. You of all people know that bitch must be removed… PERMANANTLY!”
Sebastian couldn’t help the eerie shudder from creeping its way up his spine as those words pumped through the forefront of his mind. He wanted to get rid of her permanently… Death was the only option. But, Sebastian didn’t think he could do such a thing. You see, that woman and he had a thing going on. He’d stalked her, raped her, and took apart of her away that he’d been holding onto for quite some time. With her dead what else was he to obsess about?

“FINE!”

Sebastian snapped back.

“I’ll do the job you cannot. What else am I here for? Certainly not to listen to you whine, right?”

The brown-eyed man said in a smooth tone as he stood from his seat and walked off.


“It’s a nice day out, yes?

“Yea, a perfect day to just get away.”

“Cambridge Springs?”

“Yea, I wish I was going.”

“We all know that Jaime needs this trip more than the lot of us.”

“You’re just saying that cuz you’re fucking her.”

“You’re an ass you know that Kain?”

“I wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t, now would I Audrien?”

“Hehe…yea.”

Audrien smiled to himself as he stood beside the blonde watching as the cab with Jaime in it had driven off into the distance. The Eagles and he felt as if the woman was becoming uptight and just downright in need of a bad vacation. As a result they forced her off to Cambridge Springs. It was summer again… The time of fun. She needed some fun and so she was going to get it whether she wanted it or not. Audrien had become quite close to the woman over the few months they’d spent time together. He’d like nothing more but to spend some quality time with her… However, the group gang needed a leader, someone more level headed than Kain and so he offered to stay behind and lead in her absence.

“You’ll call me right? As soon as you get to the hotel?”

“You know I will…”

Their last words echoed throughout his mind as he gazed down at his cellphone… She would call he was sure…. He just needed to be patient.


Fuck what the kid wanted. Sebastian would get rid of Jaime his own way. She was already within his grasp. Oh how easy it was to capture the great Jaime Amelia Marks. She wouldn’t recognize him just yet. He hadn’t made eye contact with his dead brown eyes just yet. He kept his eyes upon the road. The meter was running…. Ticking the dollars away. Such information was rather irrelevant. However, it was all a clever rouge to hide his identity until he’d gotten the woman to the appropriate location. When they’d last seen one another his hair was long and blonde, eyes of silvery sapphire, his skin pale, and his body scrawny. Now however, his hair was short jet black, his skin was tanned, his body thicker toned with muscles, and his eyes their natural soulless brown.

Sebastian was wearing black fedora, black gloves, white collared short sleeved shirt; black pin striped slacks, and casual black shoes. He pushed black framed glasses just below the curve of the bridge of his nose as he looked out onto the road. The turn was coming up. “You’re already at 20 bucks… I’ll take this shortcut…” he said softly, his voice velvety smooth over the slight rasps that indicated he probably was a heavy smoker. A trait he’d acquired long after he’d had his way with her. “You don’t mind if I smoke do you?” he questioned. Before she could even answer, without regard, he’d already lit a cigarette. He needed the nicotine. Sebastian needed to think clearly. He was so fucking ecstatic inside it was hard to calm himself. His heart was pumping now as he was coming to an intersection. Gods, it felt as if it would burst through his chest at any moment. All he had to do were a couple more turns before she would be his. He just needed her not to notice the route he was taking was much further out than planned.

“Cambridge Springs eh? Are you on vacation?” the man asked to distract her. “I’ve been there once… A long time ago. It’s a very nice place.” He was casual and smooth in all that he did. There was no way she could suspect anything. If she did though it would be of no consequence to him. The taxi was escape proof... The one thing that insured her entrapment were the childproof locks. Of course he had mace, chloroform, and his fists to keep her sedated if she decided to get rowdy to attract attention.

 

[ShatteredSoul]

Mandatory. One week. Vacation. Alone. God, they had turned the tables so fast on her that it felt like a carpet had been pulled out from beneath her feet and suddenly she was on her back paralyzed. No one had said it outright, but they all thought that she either was, or was going, crazy, and on seldom occasion they ha tried to beat around the bush with it and use polite, sideways terms. But she knew for a fact she wasn't crazy, regardless of what they thought, and going on some trip by herself when the world around her was fast falling out of control was something the terrified her far more than any other member of the Eagles could possibly have even begun to understand, not even the man that had somehow found his way into the depths of her heart and implanted himself there. Twelve years into the past, when the twenty-two year old woman had been only eight, she and her father had gotten caught off guard and cornered in an alleyway after going out for late-night ice cream cones, and had had no choice but to witness as her father was beaten and murdered in cold blood by two members of a rival gang. It had crippled the Eagles as a whole, her father having been one of the most respected, loved, and adored members. But what made everything harder was the fact that police just couldn't find enough evidence to hunt in a specific direction. Eight years later, when she was sixteen and hurrying home after a late-night studying session at the local library the week before her mid-terms, she had gotten snatched back into that same alleyway, and the attacker revealed that he had been one of the men that participated in her father's murder before viciously and repeatedly raping and beating her. He'd left her there once the early morning hours arrived and the sun had started to peak over the horizon, and from there it had taken her a good hour or so to draw up the strength to drag herself out onto the public sidewalk, where a convenient passerby immediately called for the police and a rescue. And now, six years later, just some months ago, she had been convinced that the ghost of her past had shown back up for a third round, only no one else seemed to have bought it.

A long, defeated huff left her lips as Jai leaned her head against the window of the cab door, ocean blue hues idly watching the scenery pass by as she was unwillingly driven out of the city and towards the bay area that she far from desired to go to. Her thoughts roamed over her annoyance, her discomfort, her fear, anger, and utter feeling of defeated betrayal, and in between every one, she thought of Audrien, and how incredibly cruel it was that if they were going to force her off on some vacation that was supposedly going to help her take her mind off of things and relax, that they wouldn't have sent the man that held her heart along too. Her attention was pulled from her thoughts though, the moment that the cab driver spoke, and she sat up slightly in the uncomfortable seat. God, she missed her Lamborghini already. "Money really isn't a problem." She muttered in response, though to no real affect, as the driver had already shifted course. "And yes... I do mind. But whatever. Your cab, your rules."

Her tone had been clipped, curt, and clearly uninterested. She wanted to pull her phone out and begin a slew of rants to Audrien, but he had insisted that she pack it in her suitcase and only take it out once she had gotten to the hotel, his, and the Eagles' way of making sure she didn't try to pull any fast ones. She practically snorted when the cab driver asked about where she was going, her eyes rolling as she leaned her back and glared at the ceiling. "More like a prison sentence." She mumbled with a huff. "Nice places are filled with loud music, jeering spectators, and an impossible line of thirsty customers."