Reek dragged the half-dressed girl along as she screamed, cried and
begged for him to let her go. The more she pleaded with desperation to
return to Ramsay Bolton's compound, the more disgust and anger he felt
toward this new pet he had heard was called Arya. I used to be his
favorite too… once. Reek thought, stopping for a moment to get his
bearings in the dark forest, looking around in fear, knowing soon the
Bastard Boys, or even worse Gregor Clegane, would be coming to reclaim
the girl their Master now cherished as special property. He shivered
violently with dread of being captured, broken teeth chattering as a
chill went through his frail body, even though the night was hot and
humid. They would beat him, rape him and flay him close to death for
stealing the girl away, leaving him alive only to linger in a prison hold,
rats eating away at him, until Ramsay returned to deal out the true
punishment.
Wherever that helicopter had taken the Bastard, Reek knew from deep
within his flesh and bones that Ramsay would return. He always did.
There was no stopping that kind of seductive, cruel evil. "He's the
Devil… You don't understand." Reek whispered to Arya, digging his nails
into her arm, finally looking up into her frightened eyes, letting the
moonlight fall over his ruined haggard face. The girl's look of shock
and revulsion, so common and familiar now after he had incurred Ramsay's
wrath, only motivated him to continue with the escape. "Let's go!" Reek
yelled with impatience, yanking Arya once again over the difficult
terrain, heading for an unmapped back road, pushing the growing fear and
bile in his throat back down. Everything would be worth the risk if he
could deliver the girl to Petyr Baelish and gain his freedom from the
Bastard of Bolton for good, as was promised so long ago.
When the creature had spoken, Arya was nearly overcome with shock. She'd never believed in monsters, and yet this one, she'd been sure, was not human. Now as she fought against his grip, she wondered what on earth he could possibly be; surely this was not the other pet of which her Master had spoken. This vile, filthy creature, dragging her over the rough ground as she stumbled and tried to pry his fingers from her arm. His long, dirty nails were sharp and ragged, like claws, she thought, shuddering. She too, felt chilled, though the summer night was warm. Although he looked shrunken and frighteningly thin, he was strong, his grip on her arm was like a vise and try as she might, she could not break free of his hold. She'd screamed for Ramsay, for his Boys, for anyone to rescue her from
whatever or whoever was forcing her to leave the only home she knew, but no one answered her cries.
When they reached the isolated road, Reek and Arya both stopped in
their tracks like deer as a pair of headlights from a black van
suddenly turned on, spotlighting the pair in a shower of bright white
light. "Freeze! Hands in the air!" A deep voice ordered with an
authoritative tone. "Don't make any sudden movements or we will open
fire." Reek let Arya go with a look of pure defeat in his eyes, slowly
raising his hands up into the air as the girl followed and did the
same. "Move in and cuff them, Davos."
"Yes sir." An older man with salt and pepper hair, moved from around
the blinding glare of the headlights and approached the runaways, first
binding Reek's wrists behind his back with plastic tie cuffs, before
shackling Arya with a set too. Davos then grabbed each one by the arm
and walked them forward to face a taller man with dark hair, stern
facial features and an intense, imposing stare. "Read them their rights,
Mel."
"Of course." The redheaded woman at his side replied, before going
through the list of Miranda Rights as Davos took off his coat and
covered Arya's barely clothed body. "There you go." He smiled warmly at
the scared girl, who looked young and innocent enough to be one of his
own children. "Do you understand each of these rights I have just
read?" The woman waited until Reek nodded his head and Arya whispered a
faint yes, before turning her attentions back to the man in charge.
This can't be happening! Tears poured down Arya's cheeks as she stood helplessly in the road, wrists bound, as the armed soldiers kept their guns trained on her and her captor. She didn't know who these people were, however she suspected they must be more of the same soldiers who'd taken her Ramsay. Could they be taking her to her Master, she wondered? She thought not. She was under arrest and would most likely not be reunited with her love. And then there was the blood... was he even still alive? She couldn't be sure, although she thought that her connection to her Master was strong enough that if he'd been killed, that somehow she would know. Arya suppressed a sob, biting her lip and praying that this was all just a terrible nightmare.
A long moment of stretched out silence followed as the unnamed
leader regarded Reek and Arya with a look of disdain. "You two are being
taken into FBI custody. I am Chief Special Agent Stannis Baratheon." He
spoke, holding up his official badge of office, before snapping it shut
and putting it away in his coat pocket. "My companions are Special
Agents Mel Sandre and Davos Seaworth." Stannis stepped aside to reveal
the open side door to the van. "I've got a lot questions for the pair of
you, and I expect answers. Get them in the van Davos and let's go. We've wasted enough time being camped out here in this hellhole." Baratheon
ordered with a brisk clip, taking the driver seat as Mel slipped in the
passenger side and Davos loaded up the passengers. "We're ready back
here Sir." Davos spoke, securing Reek and Arya into their seats, then
slamming the side door closed.
"Field agents to HQ. We're retuning to base with the acquired
packages. Over and out." Stannis radioed ahead, before turning on the
engine and taking off down the road, a small smile of satisfaction
curling the corners of his lips.
Omg Sh*t just got real lol. Epic job as always! Can't wait for more.
ReplyDeleteIt might get even wilder... wait & see!
DeleteSo what happened to " don't you worry the next chapter will be out faster than the speed of light" its been like 5 years already. I was dying with inpatience
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