#weekend game

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It was as if fate brought us together and had no intention of letting us separate. I thought our travels to Imladris would be the end of our short-lived friendship, but by some strange turn of events I traveled across the world with you.

And on that day where I almost lost you, it was as if the geode had broken open and I could finally see the beautiful person you truly were.

Pierced by arrows, you called out for me. I have been yours since that day. Standing at your side as you healed and walked and grew stronger again gave me life and new hope. When my heart was cold with fear and doubt, you lit a tiny spark of hope, and that has turned itself into a flame.

Not only have you taught me to hope, you have taught me to love. You have taught me to love the world around me and everything in it. Your intense faith in the goodness of your people has melted my heart.

And now I am here with you. We’re sharing a bed after a night of drinking and dancing in an attempt to distract ourselves from what comes tomorrow. I have no idea how we got here, but I woke up and your arms were around my waist and my head was against your chest and our heartbeats were in perfect synchrony.

I have never been happy at 4 am, but tonight, I think I am the happiest I have ever been. And if I could just live in your arms forever and hear nothing but the beating of your heart and your gentle breaths; if the only thing I ever saw again was your kind, glittering eyes, nothing else in this world could possibly destroy the peace in my heart.

I am staring at you now. You are still sleeping. In a few hours, dawn shall spread her rosy fingers over the eastern horizon and you shall be parted from me for the first time in months.

If you could read my mind, if you could hear my thoughts, you would know that I am telling you again and again how much I love you.

I love you more than life itself.

And though it must be my imagination, I thought I just heard you say in your sleep:

Raven knew that she was making a mistake by coming back here. To be frank, she was surprised she even found the old safe house after all these years. She hadn’t trusted her memory regarding her old lifestyle, considering how the damage of her own trauma had forced her brain to erase most of her assassin years. But the streets she walked quickly gave her a sense of deja vu, especially when the half-charred apartment building came into view. It only took a few more blinks for the magic to clear the sight to instead resemble a modest dwelling; one that Raven very much recognized.

But why was she returning after all this time? Despite her doubts about herself lingering and her need to leave the past behind, she did feel there was a good reason why. After speaking with a few connections, Raven had learned that the so-called “safe” houses were still being used to keep others under Lachlan Bodega’s control. Their main purpose was to provide his assassins, bodyguards, and other crones-for-hire with a place of sanctuary. These houses, while modest on the outside, were magicked to provide any of the requests and desires of their inhabitants. This included meeting all the needs of men and women in order to sate one’s hunger for both food and the flesh. Assassins involved a wide range of individuals, depending on who Raven’s old mentor felt fit the bill and brought something special to his ranks. Most kept to themselves, hardly causing a rift during their stay. But then there were plenty of others who took full advantage of the gifts provided to them.

Raven was not here to rescue other assassins. While she felt that she had been somewhat brainwashed, Raven would admit that even she had made the willing decision to seek Bodega’s guidance. She had been able to leave when she wanted to, so she knew the others could too if they wished. No, Raven was here to come for those who had no choice in the matter, people who were used only as treats and toys for little revenue and even less respect. A few of her connections had hinted that Bodega had an in with sex trafficking, which further proved this to be true. And if Raven’s lack of memories served as any indication, she needed to get whoever she could out sooner rather than later.

Raven gripped her wand tightly at her side as she approached the front door. The street was empty, but she knew the building was well protected with surveillance charms. If Bodega’s schedule was the same as it had been years ago, most of the assassins would be meeting at the main headquarters for their weekly briefing. The minute that Raven breached the entrance, however, she would only have ten minutes tops to get whoever she could out. If things went well enough, she would set the place ablaze and be far away before they arrived. Wishful thinking, Raven knew, but it was nice to have a goal.

The first step was to get inside the safe house. Raven raised her wand, inches away from the door, but still she hesitated. She had contemplated attempting to get in the proper way, to test if Bodega had erased her access. She even almost placed her hand on the doorknob, but decided against it. In the few seconds that she would be rejected, Bodega would immediately be notified of an unauthorized attempt. Then Raven would have even less time to get in and get out. 

Raven had considered a few other options prior to her arrival. Like most magical buildings, the lock and the door itself would be immune to simple unlocking spells. The door would likely also have wards on it to prevent forced entry to further protect its inhabitants. Bodega could be arrogant, but he wasn’t stupid. Raven was by far the first nor the last to try and break in.

“Now or never,” she murmured to herself. Raven raised her wand once more, sharply swiping at the door corner to corner. “Diffindo!” To her relief, the wood was cleaved cleanly in two, caving inward. Raven quickly followed it inside, easing the piece down onto the floor. She didn’t miss a beat, immediately striding down the hallway. As she passed the empty rooms on each side, Raven waved her wand to keep the doors open. It was clear that no one was here, easing her nerves a little. She found the first poor soul a few rooms before the end, leading her to finally pause.

A small blonde head popped up off the pillow the minute she heard Raven’s heeled boots on the the wood floor. She scrambled off the bed, retreating at first towards a corner as Raven approached. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you,” she said gently. “I’m going to get you out of here.” The girl blinked, shivering in her bare feet, thin tanktop, and shorts. “Where are the others?” Raven asked, moving towards the wardrobe.

“Probably in the attic,” the girl replied. “We… usually stay there when we’re not needed…” She looked terrified to be speaking, her voice almost a whisper.

Raven nodded. She pulled out a pair of pants and a shirt. “What’s your name?”

“Stella.”

“These are for you, Stella.” Raven tossed her the clothes. “Believe me, I’m sure it’s the least they owe you,” she added bitterly when Stella hesitated. “Get dressed. I’ll go get the others.” Raven quickly moved from the room, abandoning the rest of the doors for the attic. It was a few levels up via the main staircase. Just as Stella had said, a small group of girls and boys alike were huddled in the stuffy darkness. Her breath caught in her chest as they all gazed up at her with fearful expressions, blinking in the light cast from her wand. Each one of them looked lost and anxious, obediently waiting for orders. If she hadn’t already loathed him, Raven would have cursed Bodega’s name ten times over at the sight. They all looked so thin, their skin slightly glowing from the layers of makeup caked on.

At first, she didn’t have any words for it. These were human beings, and yet they were treated as if they were nothing. It was heartwrenching, especially since Raven had a feeling many of them had been torn away from their original lives and loved ones just to be used by murderers and thieves. They didn’t deserve this treatment, to be locked away in the dark until they were summoned for deeds against their will. Based on the looks she was met with, all of them would need therapy once they were free.

But first, they had to get out of this place. “Downstairs,” Raven said once her voice returned, pointing back towards the lower floors. “Take any clothes you want wherever you can find them. We’re getting out of here.”

Her words were met with hesitation. Even as Raven stepped back downstairs herself, the group seemed frozen. She didn’t entirely blame them, considering how they were usually treated here: always at someone’s beck and call, teased and harassed. As she reached the bottom step, Stella appeared, looking both more confident and warm in her proper attire. The sight of her made reality set in for the rest, and Raven heard their footsteps shortly when she was halfway down the main stairs.

“Round everyone up after five minutes,” she said to Stella following her. “Bodega and the others will have been alerted by now -” A crash from the ground floor made them all start. “Change of plan!” Raven shouted. “Head for the fire escape, now!” She corralled the others towards the closest room, one eye on the main staircase. It didn’t take long for two individuals to come charging up, wands raised. Using her body to shield the fleeing Stella and her comrades, Raven lifted her own wand. “Bombarda!”

At the last second, Raven directed her spell up towards the ceiling. With a flash of orange light, the drywall exploded and rained large chunks down on their persuers. She narrowly dodged a beam of green light shot in return, momentarily blinded by the dust filling the space. Raven cast a Stunning Spell before taking off after the others making their way out the window. “Faster!” she hissed as she assisted Stella out and onto the fire escape. “Hurry -”

A strong rush of air surged into the room, bringing in the mess Raven had brought down. The force was enough to knock her off her feet and away from the window. As she tumbled to a halt, she did her best to stand upright again, only to be confronted by dust and debris. Raven was about to raise her wand again, but a strong, rope-like grip was suddenly twisting her wrist downward. She lashed out with her legs, her other hand rapidly reaching for her wand. More magical ropes appeared and wrapped arond her torso next, yanking her off the floor. Raven made slashing movements with her wand as she fought against her bonds. She was finally successful in severing the ropes, falling down on her back after being dragged partway across the room.

The dust finally began to settle as Raven worked to catch her breath. She was about to get back on her feet when she caught a kick to the chest. Coughing, Raven tried to raise her wand again, only to have her arm harshly pressed on the ground. “Ah…” The all-too-familar voice brought chills down Raven’s spine, forcing her to pause her struggle. “It seems our little bird has returned to the nest.”

Raven’s frustrated expression contorted into a snarl. She spat up into her old mentor’s face. “Fuck you, Bodega,” she snapped.

Bodega didn’t even bother wiping away the spittle dribbling down his cheek. Instead, he stepped down harder on the limb he was pinning beneath his boot. “Better sing a different tune, little bird,” he replied tartly. “Or I’m going to break your arm like you broke my heart.”

Raven bit back a cry of pain as skin and bone was crushed into the floor. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the last of Bodega’s captives were clambering out the window. Her own escape may be put on hold, but at least the others would reap the benefits of her stalling. “What heart?” she growled through her teeth. Raven twisted her hips so that she could bring her left leg over, her foot striking at Bodega’s crotch. A smirk flickered across her lips as he released her, a stream of cursewords shot in her direction. Her old mentor had always hated when she fought dirty, even when it prove to be pretty effective.