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| The Unseen Missing; Young Roxie | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 16 2009, 07:45 AM (29 Views) | |
| Jo | Feb 16 2009, 07:45 AM Post #1 |
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Roxie…13 Years Old…Current Exact Location: Unknown Sitting, tied to a chair, Roxie weeps through the cloth gag pulled between her teeth and around her head. The room is small so with three Asian men and herself it’s rather cramped. With a dim light shining brightly overhead, the rooms rusted metal walls lay just barely attached to the wooden wall in behind. Clearly this room has been unoccupied for some time and with reason. Beside the wooden chair currently housing a young Roxie is a small table with a cloth resting over it’s contents, which every now and the gets a glanced from the frightened teenager. The door in front of her suddenly opens and as if the room wasn’t crowded enough, a fifth Asian gentlemen wearing a grey suit walks in with both hands behind his back. Keeping his head down slightly, the man looks toward Roxie under his brow with some kind of evil plot formulating through his mind. Without a word he makes his way toward the small table and removes the cloth after pinching it’s centre spot. Underneath, to Roxie’s horror, are several surgical tools. Some she’s seen before and others, which only frighten her more as to their use. The man grabs hold of one such tool and holds it up to eye level as Roxie watches on as the man twists it in the air examining every inch of the thin, hook like tool. Besides the handle, the tool has a long rod keeping a small curved blade at the end of it. The curved blade is rimmed by thick steel, possibly about five millimetres thick, which follows the blade to a pointed edge. From the tool, the man turns his eyes toward Roxie who shudders at his just looking at her. With tool still in hand as if to display it, the man walks ever so slowly toward her. “Do you know what this instrument is, Miss. Galanoochie?” His voice, thick with accent, has the same tone you could only ever find in someone who was purely over confident in the situation. The man stops next to Roxie and leans in next to her while still holding the instrument so she can get a good look at it. As he speaks into her ear, he switches glances over from the bladed tool over to Roxie who’s own attention is dead set on the object held in front of her. “I don’t know the name of it myself, but I have been dying to try it out.” A crooked smile appears on his face as he rises up quickly and takes a few steps over to the other side of his captive. “Your father will pay, Miss. Galanoochie. You will be the message that assures that.” By now, the man is standing to the other side of Roxie running his fingertips across her bare forearm. Roxie’s breathing increases as she notices the man still clutching the tool with a purpose. “I am going to cut deep into you’re skin, Miss. Galanoochie, two times right to the bone. Long lines and then I will tear out the loose skin with my own hand.” His tone sounds like he’s reading a shopping list. Though there is that small hint of enjoyment of the moment to come. “And as you’re flesh lay on the floor and your bone exposed, I’ll cut into it with a saw on both ends creating a large enough piece to send wrapped in a lock of your golden hair. If your father has not given up his fight within twenty four hours of delivery, another…package will be sent.” That seems to be it for speech time as he lands three fingers around Roxie’s tied down wrist and plants the point of the tool just a couple inches from the elbow. Roxie thrashes her body the best she can but with so many ropes tying her down it’s hard to even make a budge big enough to keep him away. But what it does do at least is stall for a few minor seconds as the man looks toward her fright filled face. Just a moment is all she’s given as the man look down at his “work” and starts pressing down with the tool. It’s at that moment that the door bursts open. The man turns his attention just in time to notice the magnum go off three times taking down the other three men in the room before they have enough time to react. Next comes a stiff kick to the mans face knocking him away from Roxie as four men coming piling into the room all brandishing weapons. This would be great for Roxie had they not’ve all looked like her kidnappers. However, these men seem to be on her side…for now…as she is untied and replaced with the man who was on the verge of cutting into her. The shooter places the gun into the inside of his black Armani looking suit jacket as his three counterparts struggle with their own captive. The man takes hold of Roxie and guides her out of the room and down through the hall. “Do not look back to him, Miss. Galanoochie. His weakness will be punished by the same means he would have done to you.” A loud, blood curdling scream is then heard as Roxie shudders trying not to turn around while being guided out of the now to be revealed warehouse and into a black 94 Mercedes Benz. Inside the front passenger side seat, Roxie nervously awaits for the man who has just saved her to take his spot on the drivers side. It’s not long for that, though, as the man takes the seat and not long after that is the car started and driven down the road. “My name is Tao Lin, and that unnamed associate was a man who was under investigation from the inside for his shady tactics in this war with your father. A coward who would stoop so low as to involve a young girl who has shown no interest in either side does not deserve the life given to him. So you needn’t fear, Miss. Galanoochie, I don’t intend to harm you.” Still feeling a little nervous, Roxie finds it hard to look at the man as she mumbles out a small thank-you. At the moment she can’t even look out the window as her gaze is instead fixed to her fidgeting fingers. Within a few minutes, the car has come to a stop just outside a pair of metal bar gates. Tao Lin takes a look through Roxie’s window before turning his attention to her. “You’re home safe and sound now. But know,” His tone takes a turn for something far more serious as Roxie gains enough courage to look toward him as he speaks the next few words, “the next time we meet may not be in your best interest.” Finished, Tao Lin sits waiting for Roxie to leave. It takes her a moment before she does and when she’s out, the car speeds off down the road leaving the young teenager alone to walk up the lengthy driveway as she tries to forget the past few days of her life. Inside the house it looks to be business as usual as people in varying suits walk around the large two story lobby casually talking about this and that as Roxie stands in the entrance. With no one rushing toward her, Roxie closes the door taking a few steps in looking around. Now fully inside the lobby, Roxie stands there looking around as people pass her by without giving her any second glance as though she were just part of the scenery. “No one…noticed I was gone?” |
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