Everything had happened so fast she hadn’t even had a chance to think about it; had hardly been able to keep up. One moment she had been walking along the ring wall surrounding Vegas, talking with Cobra who had advised her not to walk alone without her guard, the next moment Cobra had fallen down with a spear in his chest and five men were attacking her with ropes. She had just about managed to tear off the platinum chip and drop it before she had been hit over the head, and she could only hope that whoever would find Cobra, they would find him in time, and that they would also find the chip and keep it safe.
Yes, most likely, Cobra had been right and she should not have gone alone. But all she had wanted was a moment of breathing space, just a small space to be alone with her thoughts after the big celebration in her honour. And now... now she was a captive of the Legion because she hadn’t listened to Vincent. Tara couldn’t suppress a shudder. He would blame himself, she knew he would, for not having kept her safe. And yet it had been her fault alone. With that she realised that no one had any clue where she was and if Cobra hadn’t been found in time, no one ever would. If she couldn’t find a way out of here, she was done for; due to her carelessness in walking off alone, she now was alone. Completely alone, and in the enemies’ hands. This time, even Vincent couldn’t save her.
And thinking about what her disappearance would do to the man who had sworn to protect her she lost her nerves and began to tear at the chain that bound her until her leg hurt so much as if it was on fire. But neither post nor shackles gave in to her desperation, not even the slightest, and in the end Tara had only succeeded in wasting what little strength she had left after the ordeal of the last six days. And with a cold churning of fear rippling through her body Tara rolled up into a ball and couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. She had never felt so vulnerable and alone, but in the end, her exhaustion became greater than her fears and anxieties and she drifted off into oblivion.
Turn Wounds into Wisdom 7c/?
Yes, most likely, Cobra had been right and she should not have gone alone. But all she had wanted was a moment of breathing space, just a small space to be alone with her thoughts after the big celebration in her honour. And now... now she was a captive of the Legion because she hadn’t listened to Vincent.
Tara couldn’t suppress a shudder. He would blame himself, she knew he would, for not having kept her safe. And yet it had been her fault alone. With that she realised that no one had any clue where she was and if Cobra hadn’t been found in time, no one ever would. If she couldn’t find a way out of here, she was done for; due to her carelessness in walking off alone, she now was alone. Completely alone, and in the enemies’ hands.
This time, even Vincent couldn’t save her.
And thinking about what her disappearance would do to the man who had sworn to protect her she lost her nerves and began to tear at the chain that bound her until her leg hurt so much as if it was on fire. But neither post nor shackles gave in to her desperation, not even the slightest, and in the end Tara had only succeeded in wasting what little strength she had left after the ordeal of the last six days. And with a cold churning of fear rippling through her body Tara rolled up into a ball and couldn’t hold back the tears anymore.
She had never felt so vulnerable and alone, but in the end, her exhaustion became greater than her fears and anxieties and she drifted off into oblivion.