February Prompt - Handcuffs
Muse name: Bela Talbot
Muse fandom: Supernatural
Timeline prompt is written in: S2 (Fanon Backstory)
Prompt: Handcuffs
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Comments: here please
Bela smiled when she heard the comforting click of the lock opening of the handcuffs. "Ha! Did you honestly think that would stop me?" She asked the empty room. That sentiment was quickly followed by a hissed breath of pain when the blood rushed back to her hand. "Shit! That hurts."
Her fingers made a fist several times before the feeling was completely back. "Right then, continuing on." Bela flipped open her cell and hit autodial while she quickly made her way to the stairs of the attic. She growled in frustration and just stopped from tossing the offending item at the wall. No signal.
The doorknob twisted in her hand, but the door stubbornly didn't budge. "Oh you have got to be kidding me!" Bela kicked the door in aggravation. Even that wasted effort didn't net her the result she needed. She knew it wasn't locked so they had to have blocked it. Unfortunately, the door swung outward so there was no way she'd be able to open it.
She stomped up the stairs once again thanking small favors that the electricity had stayed on. Bela was more determined than ever to get the statue of Mafdet. This was just a set back. A rather large one at the moment since she had no way of getting out.
Her gaze slid around the room looking for another exit. Anything. The only possibility she saw were ducts to crawl through which she really didn't want to do, but beggars couldn't be choosers. Bela dragged the chair that she'd been 'cuffed to over toward the ventilation duct opening. "There had better not be spiders in there or I swear to all that's holy I will hunt them down and kill them." She might anyway. This was one of the biggest scores she'd had so far and as a relative newcomer to the game, Bela couldn't risk failure. Her pride wouldn't risk failure either.
With great care, Bela undid the screws and sighed with relief when the metal grate fell off into her hands. She didn't want to think what would be in the crawl space or that it was a crawl space. Every horror story that she'd heard flashed in her head. Unfortunately, knowing about the world of the supernatural, Bela knew many of them weren't urban legends.
"Say it with me, Bela. Co-mmiss-ion." Bela took a deep breath and pulled herself up from the chair into the opening. The heel of her hand hit something wet and it took everything in her not to look down. "Reputation and fifteen percent." Bela forced herself onward, ignoring the scuttling sounds she heard and the cobweb she knew she'd passed through.
A contortionist would have been proud at the way Bela maneuvered her body in the small area. Once she was in the right position, her nimble fingers loosened the nuts that held the bolts in place. Sweat began to sting her eyes, but she ruthlessly ignored that as well, pushing on the vent.
The sound of screeching metal was her reward. "Thank god." Bela huffed at the same time that her head emerged from the darkened crawl space. She didn't particularly care about staying silent or if the metal vent landed on a passerby, all she cared about was the fact that she was out.
In the light of the moon, Bela checked her watch. It would be cutting it close, especially with the head start her rivals had, but her reputation would only soar when it got out what had happened. That was, if when she stole the statue of the goddess Mafdet for her client.
Muse: Bela Talbot
Fandom: Supernatural
Word Count: 605
Muse fandom: Supernatural
Timeline prompt is written in: S2 (Fanon Backstory)
Prompt: Handcuffs
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Comments: here please
Bela smiled when she heard the comforting click of the lock opening of the handcuffs. "Ha! Did you honestly think that would stop me?" She asked the empty room. That sentiment was quickly followed by a hissed breath of pain when the blood rushed back to her hand. "Shit! That hurts."
Her fingers made a fist several times before the feeling was completely back. "Right then, continuing on." Bela flipped open her cell and hit autodial while she quickly made her way to the stairs of the attic. She growled in frustration and just stopped from tossing the offending item at the wall. No signal.
The doorknob twisted in her hand, but the door stubbornly didn't budge. "Oh you have got to be kidding me!" Bela kicked the door in aggravation. Even that wasted effort didn't net her the result she needed. She knew it wasn't locked so they had to have blocked it. Unfortunately, the door swung outward so there was no way she'd be able to open it.
She stomped up the stairs once again thanking small favors that the electricity had stayed on. Bela was more determined than ever to get the statue of Mafdet. This was just a set back. A rather large one at the moment since she had no way of getting out.
Her gaze slid around the room looking for another exit. Anything. The only possibility she saw were ducts to crawl through which she really didn't want to do, but beggars couldn't be choosers. Bela dragged the chair that she'd been 'cuffed to over toward the ventilation duct opening. "There had better not be spiders in there or I swear to all that's holy I will hunt them down and kill them." She might anyway. This was one of the biggest scores she'd had so far and as a relative newcomer to the game, Bela couldn't risk failure. Her pride wouldn't risk failure either.
With great care, Bela undid the screws and sighed with relief when the metal grate fell off into her hands. She didn't want to think what would be in the crawl space or that it was a crawl space. Every horror story that she'd heard flashed in her head. Unfortunately, knowing about the world of the supernatural, Bela knew many of them weren't urban legends.
"Say it with me, Bela. Co-mmiss-ion." Bela took a deep breath and pulled herself up from the chair into the opening. The heel of her hand hit something wet and it took everything in her not to look down. "Reputation and fifteen percent." Bela forced herself onward, ignoring the scuttling sounds she heard and the cobweb she knew she'd passed through.
A contortionist would have been proud at the way Bela maneuvered her body in the small area. Once she was in the right position, her nimble fingers loosened the nuts that held the bolts in place. Sweat began to sting her eyes, but she ruthlessly ignored that as well, pushing on the vent.
The sound of screeching metal was her reward. "Thank god." Bela huffed at the same time that her head emerged from the darkened crawl space. She didn't particularly care about staying silent or if the metal vent landed on a passerby, all she cared about was the fact that she was out.
In the light of the moon, Bela checked her watch. It would be cutting it close, especially with the head start her rivals had, but her reputation would only soar when it got out what had happened. That was, if when she stole the statue of the goddess Mafdet for her client.
Muse: Bela Talbot
Fandom: Supernatural
Word Count: 605