Metamorphosis

Chapter 2 : The Taken

Angelina stared at her co-workers who had all been lined up against the wall, knees up to their chests. With both Buckshot and Nightmare standing in front of them, guns pointed, faces drawn in scowls.

While Gray, who Angelina had learned was the hawaiian shirt-clad male, was currently hacking into her bosses archives and files. What he was looking for though was lost to her.

The security guards and the rest of the office workers were currently looking up at their blonde co-worker. She was currently sitting atop a random desk, taking small sips from a mug, as she stared at the men who were currently holding guns to their heads. She looked like a princess watching over her soldiers getting ready to masacre a small town. She showed no fear or nervousness from her spot currently above them. It appeared as if she was not even really seeing them at all. As if they were just apart of the wall, all she saw were the men with guns who were currently prancing around the office building.

"AAA-Angelina, please do something." a security guard called from his spot in front of the blonde. He was pretty young, maybe a few years older than Angelina herself, though she was not familiar with him herself. All she could do was stare at him in curiousness and cocked her head to the side.

"And what exactly would you have me do. I am not armed, I weigh maybe half of one of them, and I have no training in defensive actions. What exactly would be the help in me dying." Angelina replied coldly and frankly at the man, staring him dead in the eye as she crossed a leg over the other, pursing her lips.

"Angel, you sure are a spitfire Baby," came a voice from a few feet away currently sending death glares at the security guard who had dared speak to her.

"Well his question was seriously stupid and it's not like you've even hurt anyone yet, so really what is he so concerned about." Angelina replied to him, quirking her lips slightly at the sight of the man who was being a little too over protective for a kidnapper.

"That's true and we won't if you guys just do as your told and shut up," Thrasher growled from his spot against a wall opposite of them, closer to where Gray was currently working.

The tied-up workers flinched at the command and made sure that their trembling lips didn't allow a sound to escape.

Angelina on the other hand, didn't even seem to grasp the harshness. No, instead she focused on observing the way the long haired male kept his eyes on her fellow co-workers, watching every movement, every breath, every twitch. He was like a lion stalking its prey, waiting for the precise moment to jump up and attack.

"Alright, Thrash I got everything." Gray finally spoke up after another 10 minutes of heavy silence.

"Good work, now let's get outta here. Alright folks here's the deal we are going to leave but you guys aren't to get up from your spots for an hour and if you do." Thrasher paused and pointed to one of the many cameras that littered the office, " We're in the system and we will come right back for any naughty boy or girls." he finished sending a deathly smile at all of the workers, one that promised all the pain he would be able to inflict upon them.

Angelina watched as Thrasher, Gray, and Buckshot made their way to the elevator. 'As terrified as she had been, the boys had brought about some fun in her day. And for that she was grateful, though she could've done without the threats. Don't get her wrong, in no way was she commending them or anything like that...but it had been slightly exhilarating to say the least.

"What are you waiting for Angel, let's go." Nightmare said tired of watching her stare after the group of men. He grabbed a hold of the tiny, curved blonde and set her across his shoulder.