Zephyr looked around, trying to understand why her bodyguard who never strayed from his location was not in his usual spot.
Suddenly, a dark van with tinted windows came screeching into the parking lot.
Zephyr froze as the doors opened and four men with balaclavas on their faces got out, heading straight for them.
"Run, Zee!"
The shout spurred her into motion. She saw Morana and Zen running back toward the building and she sprinted after them, her heart beating out of her chest as the men chased. She had no idea who they were but the entire setup, hell the entire day didn't bode well.
Gunshots rang out, and she saw Morana fall, screaming as she held her shoulder, blood tinting the white of her top.
Zephyr stopped, kneeling down to help her up while Morana yelled in pain. "Go. Go, get help!"
Before Zephyr could get up, two iron arms grabbed her. A dark cloth covered her face and she was bound and carried to the van, her last sight of one of the men chasing her sister, leaving Morana on the cemented parking lot.
Fear, true unadulterated fear, consumed her. She didn't know who these guys were, but they pushed her into the van along. Another body collided with her, Zen's lavender body mist giving it away.
"Zen?" she asked, needing to be sure she was okay.
Zen's response came from her side, muffled by some cloth. She'd been gagged.
Zephyr tried to struggle against her bindings, trying to get out, all in vain. The zip ties dug into her wrists, cutting her circulation off.
The doors to the van shut and then it was in motion. They were taking her and Zen? And Morana was being left behind? She was shot! She needed help before she bled out. God, she hoped she got help for herself and called for rescue for them.
"Where are you taking us? Who are you?" The fact that she couldn't see a thing scared her even more.
Her demands went unanswered.
She didn't know how long they were in transit for, but she heard Zen stop struggling to get free. She stayed silent, knowing the kidnappers were there listening. She had to try to figure some way out of this mess. Soon, the vehicles stopped and someone picked her up. She felt someone pick up her sister as well. The one carrying her put her in a chair, retying her wrists to the arms of the wood with the zipcuffs.
The cover was removed from her face, and she blinked, trying to focus on the sudden sight before her. Zen was similarly strapped to a chair in front of her, quiet but awake, looking around, thankfully uninjured and unhurt, just shaken up. Zephyr couldn't get the sight of Morana from her head, blood spreading down her arm from her shoulder, her white top completely red. God, she'd lost a lot of blood, and if the bleeding didn't stop before someone got to her...
No.
Focus here, Zee.
She looked around, trying to gauge their location. It looked like a small wooden shack, old and unused. The sound of water nearby alerted her of their closeness to either the river or a waterfall. The men who'd abducted them left the shack, leaving the two sisters alone.
What the hell was this abduction for? Was it The Syndicate? The killer? Someone else? Did they want her or Alpha? Had Morana's gunshot been an accident or was she the target? She didn't know but she knew they had to get out somehow.
"No," Zen's broken whisper brought her eyes up to see her sister looking behind her, horror on her face.
Zephyr tried to turn to see what it was, but the chair held her in place.
She heard footsteps behind her, a man's footsteps, and her heart began to thunder as she waited to see who it was.
His bald head gleaming in the light from the bulb, he came into the view, smiling at her, a knife in his hand. "Yo, Zee."
Hector. Alpha's most trusted man. It was him.
Looking at the sinister smile on his face, seeing his true form, Zephyr knew he was the killer they're been looking for, he was the man who had tortured and blinded her husband. Hector.