Violet Parr | Invisigirl (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} violetparr) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} madisonvalley,@ 2019-10-12 13:09:00 |
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WHAT Rescue Op
WHEN Saturday, v early morning
WHERE Abandoned factory on the edge of town
WARNINGS kidnappers gonna dieeeee (aka John Wick is doing his John Wick thing)
STATUS Closed | Incomplete
Violet had no idea how much time had passed since she'd been kidnapped on Wednesday, but she had a feeling it was at least a few days. She'd gotten five meals thus far, if the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches she kept getting were 'meals'. She hadn't trusted them at first, but by the second meal, her captor ate the first one to prove there wasn't anything wrong with it. Violet was still skeptical, so she didn't eat sandwich number two until they came in with sandwich number three a few hours later and the guy was still fine. Only then did she give in and eat, in part because the risk of this third sandwich being poisoned was outweighed by the need to have energy if she was going to escape. She was sure when she didn't show for lunch that her sister would have reached out to John. They'd both taught her how to defend herself if need be, but when the time had come, all her training hadn't prepared her for getting chloroformed. It was incredibly disorienting and so far she was doing a good job of not panicking, but that was definitely starting to wane the longer she was in captivity.
At least she was left alone, which as difficult as that was, it was definitely better than the alternative. Whatever her kidnappers wanted, it wasn't her exactly. They were probably using her as bait to get to her sister, which terrified her because she didn't want anyone to get hurt or extorted for her. Vi definitely thought she wasn't worth the trouble, which was why when she heard a commotion in the hallway and gunshots, she was scared that whoever it was would either get hurt trying to save her or was coming to kidnap her from her kidnappers and that would potentially be even worse than being locked in a small room with only a pail to relieve herself in. It left a not so pleasant smell that she'd sort of just grown accustomed to, but it also could potentially prove to be a way for her to escape. If it wasn't someone come to rescue her, tossing that at someone could delay them enough that she could run past them.
Grateful that she wasn't restrained, Violet picked up the pail and situated herself right next to the door, ready to throw it at whoever walked in. She'd have only a split second to decide to toss it or not before she was seen so she took a deep breath. The footsteps were getting closer, the gunshots more sporadic. Each one was followed by a thud of a body hitting the floor. Then, before too much longer, the footsteps stopped in front of her door and she could tell the handle from the other side was turning. She heard the click, watched as the door opened.
"John?" She was so startled, she dropped the pail and the contents spilled all over the floor. The distinct smell of urine gave it away and her cheeks darkened from embarrassment even though she knew there wasn't anything about this that he'd hold against her.