forum Futuristic little red riding hood (O/O)

Started April 12, 2020 by @MusicElle-is-here

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"Mags. Tell Crow that I need to speak with her." Dmitri said as Magpie left. The woman nodded, and left. He turned his attention to Elissa, still leaning against the wall. "Feeling any better?"

“What do you think?” Elissa asked, still as sarcastic as ever. “It feels much better to not have knife in my shoulder.” She continued to glare at him.

Dmitri dipped his head in a nod. "Of course.' he replied simply. "Now then…" He trailed off, looking at her. "What to do with you?" He arched his eyebrows a little bit.

"You don't know?" Elissa asked, her angry, sullen attitude tinged with uncertainty. She was certainly afraid as well, but wasn't about to admit that. She had thought they were going to kill her at first, but definitely did not want to bring it up now, for fear of him getting any ideas.

"Well, no. See, if we let you go now, the police will throw a tantrum. Which, no big deal, but it is annoying as hell." Dmitri replied, that accent peeking through again for a moment. Russian, if anything.

"Okay, and the alternative is…?" Elissa asked, not sure if she wanted to hear the answer. If it wasn't a big deal, why couldn't these jerks just release her already?

"Well, there are two. You stay here for a while, 'til this shit blows over, or you die. Which of those second two would you prefer?" He arched an eyebrow at her, arms folded.

“I’d prefer to not die, obviously,” Elissa responded. “I don’t have a death wish.” Of course, they might kill her anyway, but at least this way she probably wouldn’t die today.

"So you'd prefer to stay here." Dmitri replied with a slow nod, looking at her carefully. "Sounds like an interesting plan." he ran a hand through his hair. His right hand, as his left hand was still covered by that glove.

“If that’s the option where you don’t kill me, so be it,” she responded, trying to play it cool. On the inside, Elissa was still fearing for her life. What person wouldn’t? This man’s “Pack” had just killed her grandmother.

Dmitri studied her for a long moment. "You've got guts, girlie. You know that?" he arched his eyebrows at her, those cold blue eyes studying, discerning. "You attacked me, and you tried to take on four people at once."

A chill ran through her at this, though why, she couldn’t say. Elissa did her best not to show her discomfort. “I don’t know if I’d call it guts,” she said slowly. “Maybe stupidity. But you did kill my grandmother, and…” She throat closed up before she could finish, and she did her best not to cry in front of this murderer. She could not cry.

Dmitri shrugged. "Right. But when you attacked me, you had no way of knowing that. I mean, the second time yes, but the first time…" he shrugged again, shaking his head.

"Well you were lurking about and I had this gut feeling…never mind," Elissa stopped herself before she said anything stupid, though she had the feeling that she already had said something dumb. She waited for him to say anything else.

Dmitri's lips twisted in a faint little smirk. "A gut feeling?" he shook his head a little bit. "How terrifying. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be off." he stepped out of the room, locking the door behind himself. He needed to deal with Fox and the other dissemblers.

Elissa watched him go with annoyance, her fear beginning to subside somewhat. Her eyes were narrowed as she heard him lock the door and leave. She sighed, finally by herself and awake. This was not her best day, to completely oversimplify things.

Dmitri headed out to the main room, sending a message to Fox to meet him. There was a small window in the cell that looked out into the main room, and it was currently open. Elissa could see, if she wanted to. He took off his glove, flexing the cybernetic hand.

After a minute of sitting and sulking, Elissa decided to use the small window of the cell to try and see what was going on. She stood, peeking through the window with an expression somewhere between bored and angry. Of course, she was also afraid, in pain, and sad, but she shoved those feelings down.

Dmitri moved around, the metal of his left hand catching the light. He was silent unt Fox arrived, the redhead looking ill at ease.

"What is it, sir?" Fox questioned.

"I've heard you're upset." Dmitri said calmly.

Elissa could see them talking, and strained to be able to hear through the thick door, but it was no use. There was no way she would really know what was going on, so she made up dialogue for them in her mind. It was a bit dumb, but it was better than staring at the wall.

Fox frowned a little bit. "Well…yes. Under your father, those of us in the higher ranks used to be more privy to what's going on. You just give orders without telling us why."

Dmitri bared his teeth in a snarl. "I am not my father." he bit out. "I will not run the Pack like he did. If you don't like it, go cry to someone else."

Elissa was beginning to imagine this as a sort of soap opera. That was evidence to her that she was clearly light headed from the blood loss or something. Her grandmother had just been murdered and here she was imagining a soap opera. She really needed to get it together.

Fox snorted, not seeming all that scared. "Yeah? You killed your old man. All you needed to do was defeat him, and you killed him. Some of us are wondering who's next. Who's the next one you're gonna kill, Wolf?"

Dmitri's hands curled into fists as he remembered the fight that had taken place in this very room. The way his blood had sprayed out on the floor. The way he'd plunged that knife into his father's body until it was hardly recognizable, the Pack staring in shock. "The next one who challenges my right to lead." he growled, taking a step closer to Fox.

Things were clearly looking tense. Elissa perked up a bit, trying less to not to bored and more to actually understand what was happening here. She concentrated on their body language and reading their lips. Of course, Elissa wasn’t very good at reading lips, but at least it was something to try.

Fox looked up at Dmitri. "Yeah? You gonna kill everyone who challenges you?"

Dmitri's hand was moving, holding a dagger to Fox's throat before the other could move away. "Depends. How far you going to take this, Лиса?"

(translation: Fox)

Elissa gasped. There was fighting within their own ranks, and the Wolf, or whatever his name was, was willing to kill one of his own. She had no idea what to think about that.

Fox froze, looking at Dmitri. "How far are you going to take this? You don't tell anyone anything, make us all guess. You've got a girl in there," he gestured to the cell. "And no one knows what you're going to do with her, because you haven't told us Shit."

Dmitri snarled, face twisting in a cold rage. "I have not made a decision about her yet." he replied, eyes cold as ice chips.

Elissa’s pulse spiked when the boy gestured to her. Shit, were they discussing her? She pressed her lips together. The leader already said he wouldn’t kill me, she thought. Yet.

She refocused on the scene at hand. She couldn’t spiral into those thoughts if she wanted to know what was happening here.

"Yeah? We killed her granny, what do you think she's going to want? She's going to want to bring us all down, or at least kill you." Fox said, sneering. He didn't seem all that afraid of the knife at his throat.

Dmitri pressed the blade in deeper. It nicked and bit at Fox's skin, sending blood down his neck.

While Elissa guessed they were probably still discussing her, she was fairly certain that this was about something much bigger. There were forces at play here that she knew next to nothing about. She would just have to bide her time and hope she wasn’t about to witness another murder. Of course, a divided enemy could work to her advantage.