Home Invasion [Invite]

[Sara Quinn]

Sara closed the door behind Travis and turned and walked back into the apartment. Glancing at the clock, she realized how late it was. It was completely dark out, and yet he had still volunteered to go run the final errands that could be completed that day. That was good. He was so sweet like that. She glanced around the living room. They were almost done getting it just the way they wanted it, and it should be completely done by the weekend, latest. As long as those errands got done. This had been going on far to long, and it should have been done weeks ago. If they didn't get done it would be a little longer then that. But even that was fine. Still though, she appreciated the fact that Travis would run out so late.

Sara looked around the room, strewn with boxes and junk. She hated the newer apartments, none of them had lights in the living rooms or hallways. They only had them in the dining room, kitchen, and bedrooms. And the bathroom of course. But it made the living room feel dark and gloomy. They needed to buy lamps. She made a mental note of that, wondering if she should write it down...

She walked into the kitchen to grab a drink. She was wearing her pajamas, a tank top and a loose pair of pants that she wore to bed all the time. She loved those pants, they were so comfortable. She pulled open the fridge and pulled out a can of pop, hoping the caffeine would help her finish was she needed to do tonight. She popped the top and walked back into the living room.

Sara picked up the small box she had been working on and propped it on her hip, carrying it one handedly down the dark hall. She turned into her room, knocking the door open with her other hip, and moved into her room. At least her room had a light. She dropped the box on the bed taking a sip from her drink. Everything in these boxes were mixed up... She didn't know what to do with them. After the earth quake, anything they could salvage had been thrown into boxes and brought with them. There was no rhyme or rhythm to it at all. Sara put the drink on her desk and sat on the edge of the bed, her back to her door, as she carefully picked through the dust and dirt covered items in the box.

[Valekin]

Funny thing about apartment buildings. There was always someone else with a key. These keys tended to be locked with either the owner, or in the leasing office. Or both. Valekin and his cronies happened to stumble upon the key to Sara's place just by accidental coincidence that was really planned out really really well.

Let's detail the plan that your character will never even guess at, because it's Valekin's plan, and he's totally mental.

The original plan was to kidnap Sara for some twisted and vile ends. Not rape or anything like that. Valekin didn't do those sorts of things. It wasn't for ransom either. It was to do something else. He had picked out the girl back in Long Beach, because she seemed to be popular, and she knew individuals on many sides. If she went missing, she would surely be missed.

With the proper propaganda, anyone could be convinced that X group had kidnapped her.

It took little difficulty to locate the girl. Just a quick search of social security numbers, a run through with the school's data banks, and he had an address, an apartment number, a key.

Key in lock, very quietly.

Valekin opened the door.

Regardless to say, the living room was empty, and dark, when he entered it. The man was dressed in an equally black pair of combat pants, his boots, a black matte shirt, a trench coat, and a face mask. He put his claws to the walls, and scratched the paint lightly.

The murderer grinned.

He proceeded through the apartment in the usual fashion, checking the kitchen first, then the hallway, then the bathroom. All very stealthily and silently. The open door gave away which room was occupied. Not because it was simply open, but because there was light coming from it. Valekin left the hall, grabbed a box of medium weight, held it in both hands, and went back to the room. With the door already open, he had little deterrent.

He stepped into the room, and thrust the box at Sara's back, hard.

Just a wake up call.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara pulled each item from the box individually, taking a close look at it, trying to decide where it should go, and if it was even worth keeping. There were photos, and glass figurines, and just random nick knacks. She lost herself in the memories of them as she pushed her way slowly through the box. She lost track of time, oblivious to what was going on around her. The house was silent, with odd snaps and cracks and bumps, but it was an apartment, so that was fine. Not once did it occur to her that some of the sounds she was hearing may not have been safe or normal. She reached into the box, pulling out another dust covered glass figurine. It was chipped and broken, and it made her kind of sad to see that. It had been her uncles though, not hers, so it wasn't a personal thing for her this time. She went to drop it on the newspaper she had laid out for the broken glass when she was hit in the back.

Her back exploded in pain and she was pushed off the side of the bed, the figure dropping with her, smashing against on the floor. She laid there, dazed, trying to figure out what had happened. Her back hurt. Badly. She rolled onto her side, groaning. She scanned the floor, seeing the feet of someone in her room as her eyes scanned under the bed. Her heart stopped as she realized what was happening. There was someone in her room... That someone had thrown what she assumed had been a box from the living room at her, from the noises it had made as it hit her. Shit... She reached over, grabbing a shard of the figurine off the floor and holding it in her fist. She felt it cut into her hand, and watched as red droplets fell to the floor. But she had a good grip on it at least. She rolled under the bed, holding the shard of glass in front of her, watching his feet.

[Valekin]

Valekin moved around the room after she had rolled under the bed. He picked up a couple of objects, and then put them down, or threw them across the room, breaking whatever was inside. With a hand, he grabbed a post of the bed, and pulled it hard, moving the bed. Thus exposing Sara to the dark horror that is a masked Valekin.

"Hi, let's play."

He wanted to play. How nice. A good game was called 'beat the shit out of the victim'. Kind of redundant, as the person doing the beating of course wouldn't be the victim. Anyway Sara was now exposed, and he'd just keep moving the bed if she got back under it. Maybe he'd run her over with it.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara had rolled onto her stomach, and she watched his feet as he made his way around the room. She heard things breaking and saw out of the corner of her eye pieces of glass and debris hitting the carpet. That was just pissing her off, that stuff meant something to her and he was just destroying it! Didn't he have any sense of... Oh wait... He was in her house... Most likely to hurt her. No... He must not have any morals.

All of a sudden the bed above her jerked. She flattened herself against the floor, afraid of the bed hitting her. Through her closed lids she realized that it was brighter. Oh shit... She looked up seeing the guy in a mask.

"Hi, let's play."

She stared up in shock and horror. Why the hell was this happening to her?! What had she done now?! She gained her senses quickly, and pushed herself as fast as should into a low crouch, balancing on the balls of her feet. So much for the makeshift shank. She whipped the piece of figurine at his head hoping it would distract him and then pushed herself off her feet towards him, arms outstretched to tackle him around the legs and drop him to the ground.

[Valekin]

Valekin leaned back out of the way of the figurine. It almost hit him. He had to attribute that to his lack of strength, him being dead for a little while had lowered his body's overall power in some areas. This meant he had to be careful, more careful than usual. Most of the time when he began a fight with an enemy, he could kick their ass from the get go.

She leaped at him, trying to grab his legs, and he reacted in a way he was trained to. He sprawled. Thus he would be on top of her, and her body would be pinned under his. The right arm would wrap around her torso, and the claws would dig themselves into her flesh, bleeding her. The left arm was free, and with it's fist balled, he struck at her side. His legs had more or less escaped being grappled. But this meant that her head was pinned under his abdomen, and her arms were in no position to help her, other than doing a push up.

Valekin bet he was heavier than Sara. Just because she was short, and small looking. He was definitely taller, and stronger, and heavier. She wasn't going to be able to get out from under him with any sort of ease.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara hadn't even waited to see if the piece of the figurine had hit him before she pushed off her feet to tackle him around the legs. Just as she was about to reach him, her dropped, his arm wrapping around her torso, and she was suddenly dropped to the ground with him on top of her. She cried out as something cut into her stomach, or atleast as much as she could with her head pushed against the ground, caught between him and the floor.

She immediately began thrashing, trying to push herself out from under him. She was trying to squirm backwards, her mind clouded with pain from whatever was in her abdomen, her only thoughts of escape. That was when her side exploded in pain as well. She stopped moving, to afraid to do anything.

He was to heavy, and he had the advantage of being on top of her, she wasn't going to be able to push herself out from under him. She stopped fighting, hoping he would think she was... Knocked out or something... But she couldn't keep that up. Maybe if she calmly and rationally.

She spoke into the floor, speaking loudly so he could hear her. She tried to keep any trace of fear out of her voice. Instead, she tried to make it sound dominating and confident. "Get off me. Now."

[Valekin]

Valekin would wiggle those fingers of his that happened to be inside her abdomen. The wiggling of those particular fingers would cause her great pain, and she would most definitely be bleeding on the floor by now. When she told him to get off of her, he smirked behind the mask and almost started to laugh hysterically. What was she going to do? Thrash some more, bleed on him maybe?

"No."

The ultimate denial! And then he balled his left fist again, and would proceed to strike at her side with it yet again. He was going to either A) bleed her out until she was unconscious, or B) knock her out earlier than that with brute force. It was a plausible plan, since he already had his claws in her, and she was already bleeding.

[Sara Quinn]

The claws inside her abdomen began to move and wiggle. She cried out in pain, her vision going black. Her head started to pound from the pressure of being stuck between his body and the floor. She was having trouble focusing on anything other then the pain. Her shirt felt wet and sticky. She began to thrash again as he started to laugh, but she was only making it worse on her stomach.

She needed to think of something or she was going to pass out. His fist slammed into her side again and her body tensed. She was gasping for air now as pain racked her body. She tried to turn her hands over, palms up. She pulled them close to her head, using the small space between his body and the floor to turn them, and then tried to dig her fingers into him, scratching and clawing in the hopes that she would be able to make him get off her. He had a good hold on her, if this didn't work she was stuck under him until she passed out either from blood loss or from the physical force.

[Valekin]

Valekin rolled his eyes at her efforts. She wasn't going to get anywhere with her puny nails slashing at him in a very tight place. They probably weren't sharp enough in the first place to do any real damage. Compared to his, she would probably feel like a kitten. Valekin had already punched her twice, and his claws were in her abdomen as well, she could probably figure that the little scratches she'd be giving his skin would be nothing more than scratches.

The man drew back his fist again, this time aiming for where he felt her head was, and then struck it forth as hard as he could right at her head, which was pinned between him and the floor. It could possibly knock her out in the first hit. Which would be preferable, if she died from blood loss, then he'd have to kidnap some other girl.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara continued to claw at him with her nails, but she knew she was getting no where. Her head was really starting to hurt, and her heart was beating faster then it ever had before. Why was this happening?! She was scared, afraid of what he was going to do if she passed out. The pain in her stomach was getting worse. She couldn't understand what was going on, couldn't imagine what he wanted. She wanted Travis to come home and help her. Where was he when she needed him?!

She felt him shift on top of her and then her head exploded in pain. Everything went dark as the pain slowly ebbed away.

(( OOC - Well... That went a lot quicker then i thought.... >_>" Valekin has my expressed permission to control my character's movements and such while she is Knocked out, and only while she is knocked out. Ex. Moving her body. ))

[Valekin]

Valekin waited for her to go limp completely under him then he got up off his belly and rolled over over. He checked her wound, which didn't look too bad from his point of view. Consequently, a gunshot wound to the chest isn't bad in his point of view, so no one's really sure what looks like a bad wound to him. The man rolled him back over and took a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket and cuffed her. Then he removed a rag that had been doused in chloroform and stuffed it into her mouth. With that done, he lifted her and placed her over his shoulder.

With little effort, he carried her out of the room and out of the apartment. He passed two of his men on the way out and handed her off to two others.

"Tear the place apart. Plant the evidence."

They did as they were asked. The apartment was torn apart, the evidence of several local gangs was planted. The word "Dragon" was spray painted across the wall. There were also militia emblems that were placed all over the apartment, as if there was a gang war that took place in the humble abode.

Sara was taken downstairs with Valekin's men, and he followed a minute after and got into his Corvette and left. Sara was placed in a black van. She was transported to a secret location. Valekin drove around town for a bit. Taking in the sights. The girl's wound was treated in the van. She probably won't be waking for hours.