When I met him....

SCAR POV

I look at the text Vic sent me, and read it over and over, until his words calm me. Every second passing is taking away from these 20 minutes of anxiety. To not let fear take control of me, I focus on Vic, and that he will be here soon, with Tony. Vic already saw my blade, and I don't want him to think that I am insane. To calm away my anxiety I put in my headphones and play some music. I rest my head on my knees, close my eyes and wait.

JACK POV

I walk through Scar's house with a light bag on my back and an empty gun in my hand. A sort of smile inadvertently stretches my lips upward as I see her sitting on the couch. Her face is covered by hair, her headphones are in, and she is hugging her legs with her forehead on her knees. This first part is going to be so easy. Quietly I put my bag on the floor and take out some rope. Keeping my eyes on Scar the whole time, I tie her ankles together. Damn, she didn't fight back yet, I think as I finish the knot. But that last tug was too tight, too noticeable.... oh shit.
"JACK! What the fuck are you doing here?" Scar screams at me with a welcoming slap in the face.
"It's nice to see you again too, baby," I reply and hold her wrists without giving a shit that James already broke one of them. Now that she can't untie her feet or even push me away, I kiss her on the lips. So she can reflect on what she used to have with me. Her bare feet meet my leg, and I smile. "You can't escape this time, sweetie. There is no exit out of hell. But you still have me." I drag my bag a little closer so I can continue with the abduction.
The sound of a gun click interrupts me. I turn to look at Scar, her hand shakes violently but she tries to control it and shoot me anyway. I laugh, knowing that it isn't her inability to use a gun but that there are no bullets. I continue and pull out another piece of rope.
A blow to my head surprises me. "Damn you little bitch," I say as I throw the gun back at Scar. It hits her in her thin stomach. I know she's going to throw it at me again so I turn around and duck. I hear it hit things across the living room. Now all she has is one good hand. Haha.
Still, the bitch won't stop. Her hands wrap around my neck from behind. She wants her freedom, but liberty has lost. Soon she has fallen into a bookshelf and collapsed on the floor. I kick her a few times before believing that she really is unconscious. Then I quickly tie her hands and put an old drawstring bag over her head.
Nothing she can do now, I think as I lay her in the back of my car and drive away, planning for when she wakes up.

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