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[forourqueen]

When; January 4th, evening
Rating; R for zombieness
Characters; Asshole rogue (forourqueen) and lady in distress (misterblackbird)
Summary; Gabriel has had enough of the ticking. His solution? Kidnap some company.
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[misterblackbird]

If he could only know the kind of hell that blinding Cain or destroying his eyes might unleash... How fortunate to avoid that. Not that Cain knows yet how fortunate (or unfortunate) he is.

It takes him a long while to come around again. He jumps, tenses when he does, but finds he can't move. He can't see--darkness, blindness, or blindfold? Darkness, yes, there is that, but a blindfold perhaps. His eyes, he can tell, are still in his head. He keeps still. He dares not move too much (better to try and seem to still be unconscious, especially while trying to determine what's happened). He is restrained, and it feels like ropes, perhaps, or something similar. But he isn't lying down--that's very likely a good sign. Restrained and lying down--that would point the way straight to that mad doctor. Perhaps not him, then.

But what other enemies has he? So many of the ones he had in the City have since gone again. There's only one enemy for him in the City now: his father and all those who follow his father. It must be them. But why now? Was he too close to finding Riff? If only that was the reason. What reason could they have? So often they struck not at him but at those around him. Why snatch at him now? This was unlike them. This was utterly unlike them. There was something else to be learned in this ordeal. Something had changed with them, at least. But what had changed, what the reason might be, that he did not yet know.

The headache isn't really helping matters either.

Very well, then.

He dares a small sigh, a small sound, to see if there's any response.