" Uspokoĭtesʹ , tovarishch ". one of the men holding her arm said, sounding worried. The harsh language flowed from his mouth as if common, natural. These men were not from these parts.
The man who struck her glared up at the insolent one, raising his club menacingly. "My na zemlyu yee v bolʹnitsu. Razve vy ne slyshite Dmitriĭ ?"
Ivan, holding the girl's other arm, nodded tightly, pulling her so that she was stretched between the two men. The man with the pistol stalked forward, cocking it and placing it centered against the girl's head. "You are wanting to die, woman?" He snarled through the accent, the fifth man taking a position at the alley, glancing around for authorities.
It took her a few moments, but she managed to open her eyes, barely focusing on the man and the gun before her. She swayed to the side, letting out a small gurgle.
"No," she all but whispered, barely shaking her head, "What...did I do to you?" she spoke again, "Why...the hell...I don't have...any money with me...I...don't..." She leaned forward, spitting blood out of her mouth. The inside f her cheek had cut on her teeth with the blow.
"Fuck you."
The man slapped her across the face, on the same side the club had landed. At the same time, Ivan grabbed a fistful of that long, white hair, and yanked on it, exposing the woman's throat.
"You are not wanting this, eh.... fucking, I think." The man said. "Is a Wing City expression. If we are taking the expression literally, the woman... eh... would not like. Ya?"
The men around her chortled darkly, their grips tightening. The man with the gun moved it down, tapping it against her lips.
"It is not what you are dooink to us that we are now beating you. No, no. It is what you have dooink to a... a friend of ours."
The man with the club swung at Fedelia's knee, punctuating his comrade's sentence.
"We are here for the... how you say, vengance?"
Fedelia hissed when her head was pulled back, eyes squeezing tight. Well, shit. Of all the things she expected, of all the trouble she knew she could get into...and this time she did not even know what she'd done. Beat up by a bunch of ordinary earthen men in an alley. In Wing CIty.
Well, this was fucking hysterical.
"What the hell have I been doing to any o- AIIGH!"
Another cry, this time as the club came down onto her knee. She became dead weight, not even attempting to stand anymore. She bit her tongue, but still, she kept trying to speak. If she wasn't killed here...
"...for...for...for...who...?" she asked weakly, through the pain, through the agony of it all. Oh, spirits. Oh, damn. What the hell was going to happen? Were they going to kill her? Toss her in the back of the alley for some fortunate vampire or demon or...who knows what...in Wing City.
"...why..."
The two men held her up easily, their arms pulling at her hands until they were over her head, locked behind her. Ivan then took them in both of his hands, locked in an iron grip. The man with the gun chuckled, tapping the gun against her chin, rubbing it under her jaw in small little circles.
"Our friend is losing a testicle to you," he said, viciously. "And since he can have no longer the babies, my dear, we are thinking... we are thinking that maybe we just hurt you. Maybe with any luck, you will not be having the babies anymore. And maybe your pretty boyfriend may not be wanting you anymore."
He stepped back as the two men moved in, wielding their short clubs, grinning at her.
"Hospital, no morgue." The gunman said. "Be paying attention to her ribs, as well."
Fedelia's eyes shot open. Now, that didn't make any sense...she'd dealt in a lot of things that could have gotten someone pissed as all hell with her, but...losing a testicle?
When the hell did that happen?
"...I don't know what you're talking about," she mumbled, trying to raise her voice, "I didn't do nothing like that!" she cried out, shaking her head, trying to rip away. The agony in her knee caused her to wince, to lose her balance again. "I didn't do anything...anything like that!" she said again and again. She looked up at the men with clubs. How could she get out of this?
"...wasn't me."
The man with the gun rolled his eyes. "Why are you two heads of knuckle le waiting?"
The first blow was to her stomach with a club, followed by a savage slap to the face. The second was an assault on her other knee, to ensure that she couldn't walk away. If the men had their way, they'd leave her on the ground with broken teeth, yellow bruising, broken legs... she'd take months to heal.
As another swing at her knee came down, the man at the alleyway jerked his head towards the other four.
"Politsiya!"
The man with the gun cursed. "Stop."
The beating stopped, and Ivan's hand quickly wrapped around Fedelia's mouth, pressing her head against his chest, roughly.
Fedelia had been reduced to a bag of flesh and broken bone. She could barely even scream anymore, and her body, in shock, was beginning to go numb. She could barely see a thing with her fading vision. Lights. She could hear sounds. She could feel the warmth of a body nearby, somewhat knew she was being held up, but past that, she knew nothing but fading misery, which was hardly fading fast enough. One name she was able to mumble and whimper through the man's hand:
"...Rick."
As the four men stood in the alley, breathing rapidly, Ivan took two items from his coat pocket; one was a heavy piece of tape, which he placed over her mouth. The other was a blindfold, which he placed over her eyes and tugged backwards until it was secure. He leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"If your boy comes after us, he will die. We will cut out his tongue, his achilles heel, and his eyelids. We will mail them to you. If I were being you, I would warn him away from any fool notion of revenge.
One of the men came and bound her wrists and feet, and the two of them laid her on the dirty alley floor, one of them finishing with a vicious kick to her stomach, and a gob of spittle on her face.
"We'll come back for you later, zhenshchina." He sneered. Ivan stooped to her face with a black marker, scrawling words on her forehead before the five disappeared into the night.
Она получила то, что она заслуживает.