When she looked back at the blond, she was holding a lock pick. “Do you know how to use this?” Her voice was raspy, probably not used to talking.
Nodding, Nora's eyes lingered on the piece of flint, knowing what it signified. Freedom. “Do you think you can pick that lock without breaking it?” Nodding again, she tried to reach for it, almost entranced. Her hands wouldn't fit through the bars though. A small look of reluctance crossed the other woman's face before passing it to her. “I don't have another- you only get one chance. You get out of here and you run.”
“What about you?”
“What about me? I have nothing left.”
“I'll get you out.”
“That's what the last girl said. She didn't listen, and now she's dead. Get out and don't come back.”
Dread filled her gut. Everything ached- probably not as bad as it would have if Nora had still been human, but enough that she felt it in every movement. Pausing before actually attempting to pick the lock, Nora swallowed.
It took longer then it should have, but she was being careful- Nora couldn't afford another fuck up. Yes, Aela (and no doubt the other Companions) would come kicking down the down if she took too long, but what would happen in the mean time?
One click, and Nora could have cried. The door swung open with a small creak but the men still laid sleeping.
Casting another look at the blond, Nora's nerves were finally coming back. “I'm Nora. I'll come back for you- with friends.”
The woman shook her head, clearly not believing her. “Helene. Now go.” The words were faint whispers, though Nora heard them well enough with her sensitive hearing.
She ran. A small part of her was still traumatized by the power play forced on her. Once she was outside, she shifted, the inner wolf didn't even hesitate. She didn't try to kill the men. She didn't try to crack down the cage.
She was scared and she ran and Nora would feel awful when shifting back, but she would make sure that Helene got out too.
Feeling nothing but the cold air biting at her bones, the burn of oxygen starved muscles and adrenaline coursing through her, she ran back home.
He Said He Had A Story [5b/5]
Nodding, Nora's eyes lingered on the piece of flint, knowing what it signified. Freedom. “Do you think you can pick that lock without breaking it?” Nodding again, she tried to reach for it, almost entranced. Her hands wouldn't fit through the bars though. A small look of reluctance crossed the other woman's face before passing it to her. “I don't have another- you only get one chance. You get out of here and you run.”
“What about you?”
“What about me? I have nothing left.”
“I'll get you out.”
“That's what the last girl said. She didn't listen, and now she's dead. Get out and don't come back.”
Dread filled her gut. Everything ached- probably not as bad as it would have if Nora had still been human, but enough that she felt it in every movement. Pausing before actually attempting to pick the lock, Nora swallowed.
It took longer then it should have, but she was being careful- Nora couldn't afford another fuck up. Yes, Aela (and no doubt the other Companions) would come kicking down the down if she took too long, but what would happen in the mean time?
One click, and Nora could have cried. The door swung open with a small creak but the men still laid sleeping.
Casting another look at the blond, Nora's nerves were finally coming back. “I'm Nora. I'll come back for you- with friends.”
The woman shook her head, clearly not believing her. “Helene. Now go.” The words were faint whispers, though Nora heard them well enough with her sensitive hearing.
She ran. A small part of her was still traumatized by the power play forced on her. Once she was outside, she shifted, the inner wolf didn't even hesitate. She didn't try to kill the men. She didn't try to crack down the cage.
She was scared and she ran and Nora would feel awful when shifting back, but she would make sure that Helene got out too.
Feeling nothing but the cold air biting at her bones, the burn of oxygen starved muscles and adrenaline coursing through her, she ran back home.