Why You Don't Leave the Girl Alone {Merc & Fate}

[darkest_fate]

"Leon! Leon! Where are you, Leon!?" Ashley yelled. She had her hand cupped to her face, and she continued to stroll through the desolate grounds. The entire place looked horrible, infected by God knows what. she'd already had to run from several nasty looking creatures with tentacles for heads or hulking bodies. Who would actually do something like that to themselves? Well, apparently the same kind of people that would kidnap her and drag her all the way out here. Thankfully Leon had arrived.

He'd also gone off to find something and left Ashley where it was "safe." She didn't think that any where in this entire area would qualify for that, and she'd told him so. But he'd just told her to stay.

So naturally she began looking for him.

The girl strolled through the mist, her long, leather boots clumping noisily against the uneven ground. At least she managed not to get her short plaid skirt snagged. She let out a sigh of frustration, tossing her short cropped yellow hair.

"Leon, why did you have to go off and leave me alone?"

 

[Merc]

It was the noise that ended up being dangerous. With the cloying mist blanketing the area so that no one could see more than a few feet nothing was going to see Ashley. However, her shouts sounded out easily in the mist, calling out not only to Leon but to everything else that filled the area. So the figures begin to move, gathering around her, dirty hands clenching on various farm tools turned into weapons.

The figures were just barely visible in the mist now, mist trailing around their bodies, hiding away all details of their body. They just loomed up out of the mist as dark shapes for now, but they were on everyside of the blonde haired woman. Low mumbling filled the air, spanish words shooting over Ashley's head, gibberish to her but directing their movements in surronding her.

 

[darkest_fate]

The mists made actually seeing anything difficult. Particularly for Ashley, who was far more focused on looking and listening for Leon than keeping her eyes open and peeled for anything resembling a trap. However, when she heard the words being muttered in Spanish, she immediately knew what was going on. You only needed to be captured once.

She bit her lip, fighting the urge to scream. A scream would just tell them where she was. Of course, they probably already knew that, which was why the voices were coming from all around her. Still, it was the principle of the thing. Ashley wasn't going to make this any easier for the monster than she had to. She immediately began running, picking one direction and sticking with it. If she could make it to a house or something, she might be able to hide out until the monsters grew bored or hungry or just got distracted. There was always a possibility that they'd find something nastier to attack her, but she wasn't thinking of that right now.

Instead, she simply barreled through, her clomping boots nearly as noisy as her yelling had been only moments before. Stealth was obviously not something taught to the president's daughter.

 

[Merc]

The sound of her running filled the air, echoing loudly on the desolate landscape. Rocks magnifying the sound so that every step she took could be followed exactly to where she was going. It wasn't hard. She didn't know whee she was and even though the mist was thick the men shapes had lived here for years. They knew their way around the area and they certainly knew there were only a few places that the running woman could go to.

Figures showed up in the mists, causing her to turn to the side in order to excape from them. Moving her every direction that they wanted to drive her, herding her to a place where she could be easily captured.

A cabin loomed up in the mists, set apart from any other structures. Two stories of aged darkened wood, windows smashed in at most places but it did have a door that could be closed.

 

[darkest_fate]

Unbeknowst to Ashley, she was easily herded. Each time a shape rose from the distance, she nearly yelped, before skittering in the opposite direction. those boots scraped against rock, soil, and cracked pavement. Each thudding step sounded loud even to Ashley's ears. At this point though, she wasn't concerned with stealth .She wanted to escape the creature, to find a place of sanctuary.

And there one was, looming in the distance. Ashley smiled. A cabin sat there, all alone. A cabin with a door, something she could hold against the swarms. Surely this many of the monsters would draw Leon's attention. Then, once her hero had arrived, Ashley would be saved. They could all celebrate, maybe put in a little overtime.

She started scrambling for the cabin, dodging and dashing around any of the man-shapes that she noticed on her root. Fortunately none of them were all that agile. Ashley needed some kind of advantage, and she was certainly willing to take advantage of it. soon she was at the cabin, working frantically at the knob, listening for the creatures around her.

 

[Merc]

The creatures drew closer as Ashley tried to desperatly open the door. The creatures began to break out of the mist, showing themselves for the first time. They were men, dirty and obviously not as agile as a normal person, though still looked completely human. However, weapons were clenched in every hand, and their shuffling steps were bringing them closer and closer ot Ashley. Their feet were clomping on the wooden deck of the porch when suddenly the door flew open.

Instead of safety though one of the man like creatures was already there. Ashley stumbled into his open arms, the dirty limbs closing around the slender blonde woman. A flurry of Spanish flew over Ashley's head the creatures obviously pleased with their catch.

 

[darkest_fate]

The shapes began to form into something more visible. Ashley had seen those shambling forms before, mostly when Leon had been firing at them. They'd also helped drag her off at several points, usually with her kicking and screaming in their arms. That incident was soon repeated, as a creature encircled the girl.

Ashley screamed, her arms and legs flailing to the best of their ability. She tried to aim kicks at the creature's knee, hoping for some kind of damage. the girl was hardly a fighter though, and even her experiences playing sports at school hadn't exactly prepared her for trying to escape the clutches of the man-creatures. Besides, if she could manage this, Leon might have actually taken her along.

Still, the girl yelled, calling for help, telling them to drop her, anything that she thought might aid in her situation. Whatever they had in store, and it was most likely painful, the young blonde certainly wanted none of it. She thrashed again, trying to dislodge the strong hands around her.

 

[Merc]

The creature that had Ashley in his arms lifted her, throwing her over one shoulder, arms and legs flying all over. Her skirt flipped all over the place, obviously not meant to hide anything from this position, in stead flipping up so that her panties were easily visible. The creatures might have not been fully human anymore but there was still some there, and several sets of eyes focused on her barely covered lower half.

Spanish started to fly throgh the air, the creatures obviously arguing. Of course since they weren't talking in English but it was obvious that they were still arguing over her. Hands grabbed at her legs, latching onto her calfs and thighs. The creature holding her turned, pulling Ashley's legs from their grip. The other creatures were still pushign forward now, hands grabbing at her young body.

 

[darkest_fate]

"Aiyyaah!" Ashley screamed. They had flung her over their shoulder, as she'd expected. Not thinking about consequences, the girl simply beat and kicked at the man holding her, desperate to get put down. She was dimly aware that her skirt had flipped, revealing a cute pair of white panties to the eyes of the men. But terror and desperation drove aside shame. Ashley instead struggled all the more.

The arguing made her pause for a moment. If only she'd taken Spanish, or paid more attention to the little instruction they'd tried to give her. It sounded like they were debating about her legs or maybe what to do with her body? Did they mean to kill her and leave her body hanging somewhere? No, she was supposed to be some kind of hostage; it wouldn't make any sense to simply leave her.

However, she felt hands grabbing at her. Scabby, calloused fingers pulled at her clothing and moved toward her skirt, her calves, and her thighs. The girl screamed again, trying to punch off any hands that got too close.