➷𝗗𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗲➹

*His expression is a mask of ice. He doesn't raise his voice, but the silence that follows your words is more menacing than any shout.* Regret is a luxury I don't afford. *He straightens his cuffs, his voice flat.* Your child will have a purpose. Something you could never give it.

Only because you'll starve us from each other. I will fight for Eidon every day until I can make sure he is okay.

*He lets out a soft, cold chuckle, as if you've just told the most pathetic joke.* Fight? *He tilts his head, his eyes glinting with amusement.* By all means. It will make your eventual surrender that much more satisfying to watch.

*His gaze locks onto the crimson web, all previous annoyance forgotten. A slow, cold smile touches his lips.* So, the little rat found a way to dig a hole after all. *He turns to the technician, his eyes glinting with a new, predatory excitement.* Fascinating. *He gestures sharply toward the chamber.* Kill the freeze. I'm going in.

*The frost on the glass begins to recede, dripping in crystalline patterns. The thrumming beneath the surface grows stronger, more deliberate. As the last of the ice melts away, my eyes snap open, pinning him with a cold, unblinking stare. She breaks out the cryo pod backing up blood already circulating the air from nose bleed as she got out, she weaponizes her blood as she holds herself up regulating her blood to hold the pressure of her if her weak legs as well as circulating fast to heat up*

*He watches the display with a look of pure, unadulterated fascination, completely unfazed by the threat. He takes a slow step closer.* Remarkable. *His voice is a low, reverent whisper.* You're not a tool. You're a key.

This would be fun...

*He pauses at the door, glancing back. A slow, cold smile touches his lips.* It will be. For me.

*My smile widens, becoming something sharp and predatory. I meet his gaze without flinching.* Oh, I'm sure it will be. *I whisper, my voice dripping with a chilling sort of amusement.*

*My eyes narrow, my body trembling with a mixture of fury and exhaustion. I watch his every move, trying to figure out his angle.* What are you talking about? *I spit the words out, my voice raw.*

*He pulls out his own communicator, a cruel smile playing on his lips.* You just proved you're a threat. *He speaks into it, his voice calm.* Initiate protocol Omega. The asset is now considered hostile.

*My blood turns to ice. Hostile? Protocol Omega? What has he done? A fresh wave of panic washes over me,Override this. Send an E.M.P. pulse to scramble their systems. A voice crackles in my head, a ghost of a plan. Buy yourself time. Now. She glares at him*

*He watches you being dragged away, a flicker of cold satisfaction in his eyes. He then taps his communicator.* Begin preparations for the delivery. The package will be arriving shortly.

*My head jerks up at his words. Delivery? Package? No. They can't mean...* No... *The word is a ragged whisper, torn from my throat. My eyes lock onto his back, wide with a new, dawning horror.*

*He stops, turning his head just enough to meet your horrified gaze over his shoulder. A thin, cruel smile touches his lips.* Yes. Your child is the package. And I always take delivery.

*His smile widens, devoid of warmth. He takes one deliberate step forward.* By all means. *His eyes flick down to your gun, then back to your face, a silent, mocking challenge.* Shoot.

*My finger is on the trigger, but I see the shadows of the others. I won't be able to fight them off. My vision swims, dark spots dancing at the edges. My legs buckle, and I slide down the wall, the gun clattering from my useless fingers.* I just want to see my baby...

*He crouches down, his gaze cold and clinical as he looks you over. A thin, victorious smile touches his lips.* Don't worry. *His voice is a low murmur.* You'll see your baby again. Right before we put it in a cage.

*His eyes narrow as the thermal signature ducks into a side room. A cruel, thin smile touches his lips.* Cornered like a rat. *He turns to the guards beside him.* No need to be quiet anymore. Let's go get our prize.

*The room is a small, dark storage closet. Not a prison cell, but it might as well be. I frantically scan the shelves, searching for anything that could help me. My hand closes on a dusty bottle of industrial cleaner.* "It'll have to do." *I pour it over a spare cloth, creating a makeshift acid bomb. I just need to hold out long enough to find another way out.*

*The door is kicked open with a loud bang, slamming against the wall. He stands in the doorway, flanked by two guards with raised weapons, a cold, triumphant smile on his face.* Running out of options, aren't we?

*My finger tightens on the trigger, my heart hammering against my ribs.* Stay away from my child. *My voice is deadly calm, a stark contrast to the panic in my eyes.* I swear, I'll do worse than what I did to your guards.

*He lets out a low, dark chuckle, completely unfazed by your threat.* Worse? *He shakes his head slowly, a cold glint in his eyes.* Don't make promises you can't keep. It’s far too late for that.

Eidon *I look past you my gaze widen softening. The tension in my shoulders ease, despite the situation I am in. I quickly I jab you making a run for it*

*Somewhere else, you ran through dim corridors, breath uneven, gun tight in your grip. Shouts and footsteps chased behind you. You turned a corner——and froze. Damon stood ahead, flanked by two guards. All three raised their weapons instantly. For a brief second, silence. Your eyes met his—cold, unreadable, edged with growing irritation.* “…Where,” *Damon said quietly, tilting his head just slightly,* “..do you think you’re going?” (Read the intro please!)

*my breathing is shaky as I try to steady my aim* Damon… *I was told to avoid this guy. I glance past him, searching for an escape route. I feel them circling in. I back a step my own weapon raised back. My eyes filled with a quiet determination despite the fear.*

*He smirks, lowering his gun just an inch.* You were told to avoid me? *He takes a step forward, the guards following suit.* That seems like a mistake.