The Danger of Falling In Love (MA) (Tag: Flynn & John Rolfe)

Belle smiled to herself, her cloak hood laying on her back as she sighed, running her fingers though her hair. It was a nice day -- cool air, soft breeze, warm sun. It was...nice. But, she didn't care so much for the nature of her walk -- more so her destination. She was on her way to see Flynn, as they had planned. She wanted to see him now that he was healed up -- mostly. She bit her lip as she tried to with hold a smile, but it was no use. She was excited.

And then, like the crack of a whip, she hit the ground. She gasped for a breath of air, her head throbbing from the impact something had just inflicted on her. She tried to reach for her dagger, but it wasn't there. She didn't have anything -- they were all at her cabin. She never felt the need to see Flynn with her weapons. Her heart nearly stopped at the thought of what could happen to her without her weapons to help her fight. She pushed herself up onto her palms, trying to get up, but soon felt a force push down on her back to force her to the ground. She groaned out, trying to find her voice. She was so off balance. She couldn't think straight or find her strength.

"Awe...doesn't Flynn know not to let his toys wander off alone?" A husky voice purred. Belle closed her eyes, struggling against the grip the man was putting on her. She cried out as he forcefully turned her over and pinned her arms above her head. She stared wide-eyed up at him, her breathing already erratic. She kicked and tried to break her hands free, but this guy was strong. She was out of sync with her training from all of the time she'd been spending taking care of Flynn instead of working. She screamed when he tore her blouse, exposing her to him. "Oh, don't do that, Lass. You'll ruin my fun," He sneered, covering her mouth. She bit his hand, to which he jerked away. She kicked him, then, and scrambled to get away. She did a good few feet away before he grabbed her ankle and pulled her under him, this time with her face to the ground.

"Let me go!" She cried out, struggling. But, it was no use. He had his hips pinning her arms to her sides. He smirked deviously and tore the rest of her dress from her body. She felt her eyes burning with tears. She shook her head, whispering pleas that just went unheard. The second he spread her legs, she could only cry out and squeeze her eyes shut.

When he was done, she wasn't crying anymore. She'd given up. He smirked with pleasure at the fact he'd gotten his way. But, he wasn't done. He pulled out a dagger and drug the blade down her spine. She whimpered, her fists clenching. He took the tip of the blade and carved SHE'S A BEAUTY into her hip. Then, he took to slicing up her arms and legs. As he sliced her back of her neck and drug the blade around, she stopped breathing. Her best chance of surviving was to pretend she had died. "Oh, don't fade on me so fast, beautiful..." He purred, but she had stopped moving. He sighed in irritation and rolled his eyes. He tossed her clothes on top of her as he got up and buttoned up his trousers. "Figured Flynn would have had a more durable girl..."

When he was gone, Belle tried to move, but couldn't get her limbs to work. The blood loss around her was far too much to function. She whimpered to herself, trying to keep her eyes open, but it was no use, either. She faded into unconsciousness.

((YOURUINEDME;_____________;....Nowifyoudon'tmind,immatotallysettheweatherforthis;_;...))

It started to rain as Flynn headed out. He waited past 20 mins than the time Belle promised she'd be at his home. Belle made it clear that she didn't like to be late and this worried Flynn. As he headed out his house, he saw Maximus in his not usual state. The horse seemed tensed, almost angry, as if he sense something bad happened. In more worry, Flynn brought his longest and dangerous knife with him.

His feet sunk into the mud as he tredge through the forest, down the usual path Belle takes. The woods smelled fresh but something stung in the air. Flynn grasp his knife, ready for anything. As he got closer, he could smell blood. It wasn't the usual animal smell blood he'd grown used to, but human blood. He started to jog, heading down the path towards the source. His heart pounded in pleas and hopes to where it physically made his head ache. He stops dead in his tracks.

His prayers were not meant.

"Belle-?" He whispers in a shakey breathe before full on sprinting to her. He dives on his knees, sliding to be right next to her.
"Oh...god.." He whimpers, looking at her. He didn't bother to know the full details, fullying understanding what had happened. He hands softly and shakily goes to her cheeks. "Belle? Oh god Belle! Please wake up!" He yells, trying to get her to open her beautiful golden eyes. The rain pours out his yells. Flynn quickly places two fingers on her throat, almost chocking at the sight of the knife carving. He feels a small pulse. He didn't let his mind think but just do. He quickly pulls off the coat he wore from the rain and removes her torn close. His mind almost fogs as he sees the writing on her hips but he pushes himself to cover her full body with his cloak. As he wraps her, he tries to be careful of all of the slicings. Flynn gathers her in his arms and gently carries her. He starts sprinting back to his home.

( x3 I'm a cruel mother trucker. )

The motion her body was suddenly forced to endure was enough to make her scream out, if she could. But, she couldn't. She could hear Flynn -- his voice heard like she was underwater and he was above the surface. She wanted to say she was still there, but her lips wouldn't move. Her eyes wouldn't open. She tried, desperately, to get her life to reassemble itself. She could tell she was being carried. It was raining -- the drops stung her skin. The fact that she wanted to cringe away from being touched was enough to make her sick. It was Flynn -- of course he could touch her.

However, a surge of pain threw itself up her spine, her heart beat shooting back to life and into survival mode as she convoluted in his arms, blood spilling from her lips. She coughed and arched her back in pain, her eyes squeezing tighter shut.

(( Why. Yes. Yes you are XDD I used to be just as torturous but I think I toned it down cause my thoughts was always shut down XDDDDD ))

Flynn stops, watching Belle in his arms. His heart tore and ripped that he didn't even want to move her anymore. But, his trained mind forced him to keep going, cause if he didn't try to attempt to heal her, she'd be dead soon. His legs started moving once again without his agreement. He talks, trying to reassure her that he was here and she was safe, but even he didn't believe it. How could he let this happen? He should have been with her, escorting her, making sure she was safe. He failed her, once again, he let this happened to her.

Belle's body temperature dropped steadily as she writhed in her pain. She instinctively turned her head to let the blood from her mouth to make sure she didn't choke on it. As she shifted in and out of her conscience state, she tried to force her eyes open, looking at him disoriented like, just to see him. If she was going to die, she at least wanted to see him before then.

(We can move it to his house, if youd like. )

Flynn doesn't look at Belle when she looks at him. His usual warm and soft eyes look dark but focused

(( WOOSH TO THE HOUSE xD ))

(Posted in Flynn's home)