[The Best Kind of Villian]

The shield box shattered as he reached in and took her away, feeling her body weight shift naturally as gravity would let it. She couldn’t see or hear very much now, but she could feel everything happening to her… The blood’s warmth on her neck, the rough hands of her kidnapper… And the heavy feeling of overexhaustion within her…

[cass coltheart]

*sees the blood running along her neck* …huh…guess I overdid it…. *he pulls out a medical kit* can’t have you dieing on us…*he cleans and patches the wound*

[The Best Kind of Villian]

Natalie stays unconscious for the majority of the ride, only feeling the blood on her neck slow the flow as something was put to patch her wounds…

[cass coltheart]

*the caravans stop and ancalagon taps the girl* you awake yet?

[The Best Kind of Villian]

Natalie’s eyes slowly begin to open, her head stinging with a sharp pain as she sees Ancalagon… Her eyes widen briefly as she connects the realization… He hadn’t killed her…

[cass coltheart]

How many fingers am I holding? *he holds up two*

[The Best Kind of Villian]

Natalie holds up two of her own fingers in response, her vision now adjusted to the darkness of the room…

[cass coltheart]

Good…I didn’t damage your brain at least. *he hands her a bottle of water*

[The Best Kind of Villian]

Natalie looks at the bottle, then to him, obviously a bit cautious… She looks into the bottle, wondering if it is actually water inside…

[cass coltheart]

*he sees her look of suspicion*..if I wanted to kill you…you’d already be dust. But you’re more use alive…

[The Best Kind of Villian]

Natalie takes a sip of the drink, tilting her head in a questioning fashion.

[cass coltheart]

Two reasons… One: youre a pretty good medic….hard to come by these days, two…you’re not exactly suspicious looking ….

[The Best Kind of Villian]

Natalie looks up at him, her head glancing out of the caravan and then looking back at him, still very confused as to what she was doing here.

[cass coltheart]

Basically… You being such a good medic for the enemy is bad….but I could use a good medic…also…people see you as trustworthy…. You can go places we can’t…

[The Best Kind of Villian]

Natalie nods her head a few times, then writing in the air two words, ‘Medic. Spy.’ Then pointing to herself. After that she writes a question: ‘Enemy?’