The knock on the door was sharp. The loud raps that ripped her from her slumber immediately. Those weren't the knocks of one lost, or of a routine visit. At this early morning hour those were knocks that meant alarm. She saw Alara had slept through and gently slipped out of bed, her red camise and pantolettes all she was wearing while she quietly padded to the door. Along the way her eye caught the sight of her axe, unused in some time and she had a twinge of regret and nostalgia at her time as a Yellowjacket and leaving.
Rap rap rap! The knocking came again, more urgent, louder. The sound almost deafening to her as she imagined her wife sleeping just past her partition. She opened the door and immediately the knife was at her throat. Her breath stopped cold and she waited. Either the blade would sink home and end her life or the would be killer would announce himself.
"Don't ye fuckin' move....hands out th' door lass. No sudden movements. I see a hint o' heroism in yer eyes I'll make sure ye get a special lobotomy from me....an' then yer pret'y wife as well." The feminine, youthful voice had surprised her. She was no fool and the woman had sounded convincing in her threat toward Alara. Melodia's hands lifted slowly and out the door to show her still out of sight captor she was compliant. And she felt all the more of a fool for it. She'd been so clueless she didn't suspect...but why would she? She hadn't had any grudges or threats from her time as a Yellow-
"Get yer ass out here..." The command was forceful and Melodia wasn't going to risk her wife. She stepped out of the door and looked at her captor around the corner. The blade pushed up a bit as she did, emphasizing who was in control. She nearly doubled over as she saw.
A young teen. Miqo'te. Blue hair as she had at that time. The markings on her face were not exactly the same but she felt as if she were looking into a mirror to the past. She stammered and whispered, "Wh-what is th-this about?"Â The young girl smirked and replied.
"Lift yer hands on yer head. An' I'm gonna lead ye." She leaned in and her voice sent a chill down Melodia's spine, and the words made her tanned complexion go nearly white.
"Yer Cap'n is waitin' t' see ye."
Rap rap rap! The knocking came again, more urgent, louder. The sound almost deafening to her as she imagined her wife sleeping just past her partition. She opened the door and immediately the knife was at her throat. Her breath stopped cold and she waited. Either the blade would sink home and end her life or the would be killer would announce himself.
"Don't ye fuckin' move....hands out th' door lass. No sudden movements. I see a hint o' heroism in yer eyes I'll make sure ye get a special lobotomy from me....an' then yer pret'y wife as well." The feminine, youthful voice had surprised her. She was no fool and the woman had sounded convincing in her threat toward Alara. Melodia's hands lifted slowly and out the door to show her still out of sight captor she was compliant. And she felt all the more of a fool for it. She'd been so clueless she didn't suspect...but why would she? She hadn't had any grudges or threats from her time as a Yellow-
"Get yer ass out here..." The command was forceful and Melodia wasn't going to risk her wife. She stepped out of the door and looked at her captor around the corner. The blade pushed up a bit as she did, emphasizing who was in control. She nearly doubled over as she saw.
A young teen. Miqo'te. Blue hair as she had at that time. The markings on her face were not exactly the same but she felt as if she were looking into a mirror to the past. She stammered and whispered, "Wh-what is th-this about?"Â The young girl smirked and replied.
"Lift yer hands on yer head. An' I'm gonna lead ye." She leaned in and her voice sent a chill down Melodia's spine, and the words made her tanned complexion go nearly white.
"Yer Cap'n is waitin' t' see ye."
