Amelia Love's Story

After the last passenger exited the van, the officer finally unlocked Natalie's handcuffs and returned to the vehicle. It felt nice to finally be able to move about freely again. Unsure of what to do next, Natalie looked around and noticed the boy with the over-sized goggles knocking at the door. Almost immediately, a woman answered the door and introduced herself as Miss Love, and Natalie decided right away she didn't really like this Miss Love character. She was too sweet, and quite different from the low-life street thugs she was used to. Slipping the hood back over her head, Natalie concluded that she would try to steer clear of this woman and took a few quiet steps back from the doorway.

Despite her notable timidness, Natalie really did want to become friends with Lyne and Carmen. They were so nice, something Natalie was not at all accustomed to. The gang members she had grown up with cared nothing for her, using her purely as a machine, an instrument to commit the crimes they were not willing to do themselves. At best, they simply wouldn't abuse her, ignoring her completely. At worst... Natalie didn't want to think about that right now.

Her mind turned to meeting back up with Lynne and Carmen. However, Miss Love was still standing at the door as Lyne and Carmen passed, and Natalie really did not want to risk making contact with that woman. After a few moments consideration, Natalie decided to stay in the bushes for a while. She could always find Lyne and Carmen later. Besides, Miss Love wouldn't notice one missing teen hiding outside... or would she?

As Natalie perched above the doorway, anticipating the gunfire of the security guard, Miss Love, to her surprise, stepped in the doorway between the two of them. Feeling less threatened, Natalie dropped down to the floor, still baring her teeth and letting out a bit of a snarl.


"Did you feel threatened by Othello?" Miss Love said.

Natalie turned, realizing that she had just attracted the direct attention of Miss Love.

"She is a meanie isn't she? You need to watch out for her. Her fuse is short and she wouldn't hesitate to shoot."

Crouching, Natalie began to back away cautiously before realizing that she was back against a wall.

"You will do fine here if you follow the basic rules."


Natalie stood up, hissing at this new threat, and began looking for an escape from this woman. Noticing an open doorway into another room in the house, Natalie was about to make a quick sprint when she was caught in a hug by Miss Love.

"Everything is fine now."

That seemed like quite a lie. For one, she was being hugged by the very woman she was trying to avoid. Struggling, Natalie quickly broke loose of the woman's grip and darted frantically through the door into the next room as miss love began rambling to the group something about rules and such.

Othello was about to shout at the boy who stepped into the line of fire, but then she was surprised by the animal child's attack. She was more annoyed than anything, but then again, this hasn't been the first time she's been attacked. She was inches away from pulling the trigger before Miss Love intervened.

"Are you threatened by Othello? She's a meanie, isn't she?"

Not as mean as you are when you're mad, boss. Othello smirked and holstered her weapon. If that animal girl stayed as violent as she was, she would see that Miss Love wasn't as lovely as she seemed. She'd already hedged her bets on who would die first.

Othello followed her boss into the house and leaned against the corner. One thing, however, bothered her. The boy that intervened. He reminded her of her brother. Not physically, of course. This skinny fire starter had nothing on her brother. But his sense of justice even when justice was absent- THAT was very much like Iago. She found herself staring at the boy. Murdoc, she thought his name was? The attack was completely out of her mind as she pondered this boy.

Murdoc crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against a wall. He was on the far end of the first room that they walked into. Miss Love and Othello were on the other side, trying to make Natalie feel comfortable.
If he got a hug right now, he wouldn’t be comfortable at all.
Murdoc actually wished he could be alone and in silence for a moment. He blocked out the part where Miss Love announced the rules, but his mind snapped back to consciousness as Natalie’s bare feet thudded past him and into the next room. He was thinking of going there himself, the twins had been hiding there, but obviously he wouldn’t reveal anyone’s hiding places.

If you grant people their privacy, they might grant you your own.

Murdoc looked up and straight into the stare of Othello. For a moment he felt extremely uncomfortable and shifted around.
Murdoc clenched his teeth and hoped that Othello’s stare didn’t mean that he would be her next victim. His gaze shifted to the room and his surroundings. He hoped he would be assigned to a room soon.
Murdoc pushed himself away from the wall to inspect the room further. If he was going to be here for as long as it seemed, he needed to familiarize himself with his cold surroundings.
When he turned again, Othello was still eyeing him. In response to that, Murdoc eyed her from head to toe and back again with a ‘what are you looking at?’ expression in his eyes.
He didn’t want his expression to seem rude, not at all – just curious. He wasn’t really fond of having a gun in his face.

Othello noticed that Murdoc's expression had changed. It looked slightly disturbed and quizzical. She immediately broke the stare at that point, not realizing how long she'd been staring. Still, she chuckled slightly, relishing the thought of having scared him a bit. It was crazy, he couldn't be a thing like her brother.

Othello finally took notice that Natalie was gone again. Damn animal child. She didn't look forward to busting her humps to find her, only to get attacked again. She decided to take this problem to her boss.

"Miss Love, the animal girl is hiding again. What do you suggest we do? We don't want her escaping."

As the other teenagers wandered about the grounds, a newly-painted police car pulled up along the pristine driveway. It halted, the gravel crunching beneath its wheels just before one of the doors opened and a burly, irritable looking officer stepped out. He seemed as though he should have been younger, but his shoulders were bent with the weight of stress and apprehension. One of his thick hands ran through his hair before he opened the back door and hauled out a small figure clothed completely in black. He searched around, looking for someone in charge, his gaze finally settling on Miss Love. With purposeful strides, he made his way towards her, holding his sullen prisoner at arm's length.
"Excuse me, but are you the mistress of this operation?" he asked gruffly. The girl that stood beside him looked up, murder burning in her strange, ember-colored eyes as she imagined all of the evil things she'd like to put the cop through. Her thick, wild mane of black hair stirred in the breeze, tickling over her wolfish features. At first glance, she certainly didn't look as though she belonged at a school, in fact she looked as though she would have been more at home in the line for a soup kitchen. Her black sweatshirt, sloppily decorated with a duct tape 'A' across the front, was tattered along the bottom and both sleeves were missing. Her pants, though hung with copious amounts of chains and other dangerous-looking metal decorations, were sprinkled with holes that showed the muscled runner's legs they were supposed to be covering. The most expensive item she had on her was the guitar case she clutched at her side, knuckles flaring white around the handle as though she was frightened someone would try to steal it.
Scarred arms flexed, one of them swelling under the officer's firm grip as though Tricksie was testing to see just how easy escape would come. Her captor glanced down, muttering through gritted teeth. "Don't even think about it you little runt."

"I do want this one back once I get out of here" she said when handing over her zippo. Lighters chained to tables, damn! what is this place? Okay, I wouldn't trust me with lighters eiter, especially if you're a prick that beats women and children bloody. Meera checked her trousers for any other lighters and pulled a small one out of the pocket of her jacket. "Here you go" she said while handing them over. She looked the woman back in the eye. "So, where's my room?"