Eve didn't remember going unconscious. One minute she was looking into the onslaught of blood and gore that was the bar while being held over a large man's shoulder, and the next moment, she was being gently poked at by Charlie in the back of a dark vehicle. She had been dimly aware of being thrown into it - the slam of her head against the vehicle itself was enough motivation to bring her out of her knocked out state, due it the contact being on the same spot that she had originally been hit with the butt of a gun.
Her eyelids fluttered a bit, Charlie's face coming into a dizzying view. It took her several moments to be able to focus on the older girl's features - she was still recovering from both the hit and the second blow - but when she finally did, she quickly saw through the girl's calm facade. Fear was etched deep within her features, skillfully hidden from the view of those who did not know her, and she could see an undercurrent of terror in her dark eyes.
Shooting up, Eve instantly regretted the movement as pain lashed through her skull. Dropping back down, she pressed one hand to her face, peering through the cracks between her fingers. A groan escaped her lips, and two of the three men that were in the back with them snickered. Meeting Charlie's eyes, she attempted to convey her words through her gaze - to stay calm and think of ways to escape. That the others would come for them.
That they wouldn't be dying that day.
God only knew how long they were in the van for. Minutes turned into hours, and Eve slipped in and out of consciousness - not particularly a good thing, seeing as she undoubtedly had a concussion. Luckily, she woke up each time, and in actuality felt a bit better when she did. She fully awoke when the van lurched to a stop and the men threw open the back doors. Charlie was able to stand so they yanked her out and forced her to do so, while Eve's head injury made her legs shaky. One of the men reached through the door and gripped her ankle, pulling her roughly from the van and causing her to slam into the ground outside of it. The men proceeded to snicker again and one of them approached her to roll her over with his foot. Crouching down so that he could look directly into her eyes, he gave her a feral smile, his own eyes glistening in the dim lighting.
"I'm going to have fun with this one. The little princess of the Sutton Clan - how delightfully delicious," he purred out, his voice tinged with a dark tone. Eve's hair stood up on her arms, but instead of fighting against them, she allowed the man to grab her wrist and yank her roughly to her feet. Her legs buckled at first, the men laughing as she grabbed the nearest object to stay standing - this just so happened to be Charlie - before straightening and gathering herself. Adjusting her features so they held a dull expression, she turned to face the man that he pushed her with his foot and spoken about her, her eyes darkening with promises as they met his.
"You're going to die today," she said softly, her voice dark and deep. The men immediately burst into laughter, the leader snorting in amusement at her words. His hand lifted and tugged roughly on the purple locks that were bunched and tangled on one side of her head, but she showed no response to him doing so. Instead, in a movement almost too quickly to follow, her hand gripped his wrist, flicked, and he let out a howl of pain as a loud snap filled the air. The man quickly connected a fist with her abdomen, causing the wind to leave her body. She gripped her stomach, glaring up at him. His uninjured hand reached out and grabbed her jaw in a bruising grip, forcing her face closer to his.
"I dare you to try that again, you little bitch," he snarled, spit lining his lips in his anger. Instead of changing her expression to allow fear to show, she held an utter defiance in her gaze as she smirked a bit and spit directly into his face. His hand immediately connected with her cheek, sending her stumbling to the side. She grabbed the van in order to stay standing, her breathing heavy a bit of blood trickling down from her nose and corner of her lips. Lifting her hand, she wiped it away and straightened, turning a dark glare on the group of men.
"I can't wait to watch them rip your throats out," she said quietly, her voice holding an eerie promise. "I'm going to enjoy watching them slowly tear you apart limb by limb, organ by organ, until no one can tell what belongs to who."
"That's enough outta you, you little bitch," one of the followers snarled, grabbing her arm and yanking, leaving a bruise the size of his hand. The men pulled and pushed both her and Charlie until they had reached a room with a heavy metal door with equally heavy metal locking systems. Throwing the two girls into the room, they slammed the door shut with a loud thud.
And then it was silent.
Eve had landed on the floor when she was pushed, her weakened state returning after the rush of adrenaline she had had out by the van. Painstakingly pushing herself to her hands and knees, she slowly rolled so that she could look at Charlie. Ripping the sleeves off of her shirt, she used them as a wrap around her head in order to help to stop some of the bleeding coming from the back of it. Most of it had already clotted, but she could still feel the blood trickling out of her skull. She did the same with the bottom part of her shirt, using that cloth to dab at the wounds on her face.
"Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" she asked, her words holding a slight lisp due to the large amount of swelling already gathering in her lower lip. "You shouldn't be afraid, Charlie. I won't let them hurt you, I promise. And they're going to come for us," she said, a small smile on her face. Turning her head, she looked out of the tiny slit of a window that was the only thing allowing outside light into the dank room. "And then blood will be shed."