“ AAAAHH”

Lucy woke up screaming.

She screamed so loud that the room started shaking. Miguel's body was right in front of her; she could see him right there.

His greedy eyes were staring at her and his wide grin stained red with blood. And no matter how she turned her head his eyes followed. Even when she closed her eyes shut she could still see him

She had to get away, had to clean herself. She felt his cold body with her hands! She could still feel it!

Lucy tried moving her arms, trying to get up, but they were tied behind her back. Unable to get up she began kicking her legs, thrashing across the floor, anything to get her away from the body. But she was stuck right where she was, without her arms all she was doing was rolling around in a circle.

She couldn’t get away.

But she didn’t stop fighting, no matter what she had to get away from Miguel. Pulling, yanking, twisting, Lucy trashed against the rope desperately fighting to get free.

The rope was coarse and rough, they dug into her wrists tearing at her flesh. Her wrists were bleeding now, blood was pooling behind her as she fought like a beast against her restraints.

Then after a while, she stopped screaming and just started crying.

She cried and cried cause she knew that she was awake. She was awake and she knew that Miguel wasn’t there. He was still in that alley, he was dead. His body was stiff and cold on the ground. But she was still so scared.

She was scared because she was still in a nightmare.

Issac wasn’t here and she was all alone.

He lied, she wasn’t free, she was trapped.

She was more trapped than she had ever been.

***

When she had finally calmed down Lucy started looking around, trying to get a feel of where she was. When she had been thrown in here she hadn’t gotten a lot of time to look around. She had been too tired too.

She had been running all day yesterday and last night had been the first time all day that she had gotten to relax. It didn’t matter that the floor was just hard concrete, when her head touched the floor she was out.

So today she was getting her first good look at her prison.

The first thing that became apparent was that the room was small. Like really small. The walls were barely twenty feet across both ways. There were no windows, no view of the outside.

Right above her head was her only source of light. A dull lightbulb working off a pull chain cast the room in a horrible dull orange. The thing was barely strong enough to shine down on her much less light up the corners.

They had basically, thrown her inside of a closet.

There were a few loose objects thrown around the room, making the room less empty than it was. Nothing sharp or hard enough to cut her rope, just a bucket, a couple of rags, and a chair, nothing that was going to help her get out of here.

So until they came down here she was stuck. Up shit creek without a paddle.

This doesn’t make any sense, why were they even after her? Lucy was just a little kid, even if she had been watching then that wasn’t enough to justify sending half the gang to run her down. There was nothing that she had seen that warranted this reaction.

Maybe they got the wrong kid. Maybe they thought that she had seen something important. Whatever it was if she could convince them that she wasn’t a threat. And if she was convincing enough, maybe they would let her go.

After that, she would be free to make her way back to the motel at her leisure. Then, when he showed up, she would talk to Issac and leave this city forever. She just needed to talk to somebody.

And she didn’t have to wait long cause behind the metal door footsteps were already coming down the hall.

Tap tap tap, each of their steps echoing in the room around her. As they got closer she could tell that at least four people were coming towards her. Then, they stopped, right in front of her door, She could hear them as they stood there waiting for something.

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“ Open the door.” Keys were being inserted. The lock was turning, it was time for her to charm some mooks.

When the door swung open three guys stepped through, two of them went to stand behind her while the other just stood off to the side. Already the small closet was getting a little full but then one more stepped in.

This man took up the entire room just by himself. He was so big that he could barely squeeze through the door. And when he finally was in the room under the light Lucy couldn’t believe her eyes.

Maneul del Silva, head of the Southern Angels, was personally to talk to her. The one guy that Issac was here to kill and he was right here in front of her.

What happened? Why was he here? Where was Issac? Was he dead? Did run away? Why wasn’t Issac supposed to kill him?

Question after question filled Lucy’s mind, she just couldn’t understand. But none of that mattered cause right now Manuel was here and this was her only chance to get out of here.

“ Please you got the wrong person I’m not meant to be here-.” Lucy could barely finish before he cut her off.

“Stand her up!”

Behind her two men each grabbed one of her arms, lifting her so that her feet barely touched the ground.

“ Please Senhor you got the wro-.”

Again she was cut off but this time pain followed. Manuel had slapped her across the face stopping her from speaking.

“ QUIET! YOU THINK THAT I DON’T KNOW WHO YOU ARE? HUH?” Manule grabbed her face bringing her closer until their noses touched. “YOU THINK THAT I DON’T KNOW WHO YOU WORK FOR!” Spit was flying everywhere, Lucy tried to lean back but he just pulled her back.

“ You’ve been watchin' us for days.” He leaned in closer, whispering right into her ear, speaking slowly so that she heard every word. “ You think that I’m stupid, huh, you shit, well we’ve been watching you too and let me tell you…your not as sneaky as you think you are, and Hunter was stupid for picking someone like you.”

Lucy didn’t know what to say, there was no way that he knew that she was with Issac. Nothing that she did connected him to her, even if they did see her what does that have to do with Issac? There was no reasonable explanation for Manuel to think that she worked with Issac.

Then he leaned back and she got her first good look into his eyes. When Lucy saw his eyes she realized just what Issac meant to these people. Manuel wasn’t just crazy

He was scared.

Bags were growing under his eyes as sweat continually built on his forehead. His pupils were nothing but dots as they whirled around inside of his eyes, looking for any sign of his demise.

Just knowing that the Hunter was after him turned this feared drug lord into a twitchy scared man who looked like he popped pills for the fun of it.

Nothing she said was going to get her out of this, even if she had never met Issac they were still gonna torture her. Manuel was too paranoid not to let this go. Any threat against Manuel, real or not, was to be dealt with swiftly and painfully.

But it never hurt to try.

“ Please Senhor I not know anything.” She had to sell this. If they thought that she knew anything at all they were going to hurt her, hurt her bad.

The best way to get them to stop was to make them question everything they had. Her looks helped her already, a scared small child beaten and dragged through the town, she couldn’t have looked more helpless.

Next, she had to change the way she talked, thankfully no one here knew how smart she was so talking like a child wasn’t going to look suspicious. If she could make it so unbelievable that a small girl less than ten would spy on the most dangerous cartel in South America then she won.

All she needed was time.

“ Senhor please I wanna go home, my mommy I miss her.” Now a few tears, and a cracking voice.

She could tell that she was working them, already the guards were looking unsure. The one by the door couldn’t even look at her he was so convinced. But Manuel was too paranoid to trick.

“ So, you’re not going to talk then, that's fine I didn’t think that you were.” Letting go of her face Manuel stood back up. “ Sit her down, you fill this up.” Pointing towards the bucket Manuel ordered the guard to fill the bucket with water from a picket on the wall.

Hesitanly the guards moved, even if they douted him they couldn’t disobey.

The two guards forced her into the chair, one of them leaning it back so that she was looking backward.

Now Lucy was terrified. She knew what he was going to do. This wasn’t right, she was just a kid this wasn’t right.

“NO! STOP!” Lucy was screaming trashing again against the ropes. Her barely healed wrists were bleeding again.

But the hands on her arms were too strong, they held her down to the chair making sure that she didn’t tip the chair in her struggle.

She barely got a look at their sorry faces when the rag was placed on her face. She screamed and screamed but they weren’t going to let her go. They were holding the rag now, stretching it across her face and keeping it there as she screamed her lungs out.

Lucy could hear the water as it filled the bucket. It was almost full. She couldn’t even scream cause she was hyperventilating.

Then the water turned off.