Shentieo's Anger (incomplete)
In action movies, the hero’s clip never runs out of bullets, or they have an infinite number of clips, tucked into impossibly small pockets. The hero rarely gets surrounded in a featureless landscape, without some unlikely jump available to him, or backup just a yell away.
This, however, was not an action movie. Fyre found herself in the massive parking lot for Fox Hills Mall surrounded by a dozen garou, each snarling with amusement. Both Glocks were out of bullets; Fyre and Josiah had been broken into two groups; and Rian hadn’t yet arrived with more backup. This was supposed to be a simple scouting mission, based upon information they had received the day prior; but now it appeared to be a trap.
Though Fyre had slain four garou in a rain of silver bullets, none had made so much of a scratch upon her. As much as falling victim to a trap infuriated her, the fact that they had not fought back washed that fury over with suspicion.
“What gives?” she said in a low voice. Her eyes moved constantly between them, catching sight of every twitch made. “Am I not tasty enough for you? Afraid to get red hair caught in your teeth?”
A moment later, she felt someone approach, more than see them. Though it had been years since she had last been in his presence, it took only a second to realize who was now standing but inches from her face, wholly enshrouded from sight.
“Shentieo,” a whisper from her lips, meant only for his ears; to acknowledge him. That was all she managed, before a blow took her by surprise and made her fall unconscious.
[ unknown time later ]
A moan fell from Fyre’s lips, caused by the ache in her head and the uncomfortable position her body had been placed in. When she tried to draw an arm close to her, she realized that she was bound by chain; arms spread above her head and attached to the ceiling; legs outstretched and with even shorter chains riveted into the floor. There was no give, as though the chains had been very purposely measured and created strictly to hold her there. For all she knew, that could have been precisely the case.
It was still daylight, judging by the heaviness of the air. Shentieo, who carried none of her gift of daywalking, was most assuredly asleep, bound in the earth’s embrace, as was his custom. Fyre was of two minds: one wishing to wait and see what her Sire had planned for her; while the other prayed for escape, and to burn every inch of earth, in hopes that he would be caught in the fire.
Fyre had always cared for her Sire. Though the man despised her tactics and means--mostly her desire to walk the city, without care for the earth and their solitude in the mountains--