Sinful ((Egg + 31 ))

Brandy giggled and buried her face in his neck, feeling safe. She sighed with content and smiled.

Ian wrapped his strong arms around Brandy's shoulders, and for once, everything felt perfect..

Brandy sighed with content and looked at the TV aimlessly, absorbing herself in the moment. She heard a knock at the door, and she huffed. Who could it possibly be? She stood, giving Ian a reassuring look, then left to go answer the door.

She jostled the front door open then gave a puzzled look at two men, dressed in finely cut suits like Ian's, standing at the door.

"Can I help you...?" She asked carefully.

"Yes ma'am, you sure can." One said snidely.

"Ia-" She tried calling for him, but before she could voice her words, a bag was slipped over her face. One of the men tossed her over his shoulder and trotted out of the house, in a hurry to get out before Ian came.

Ian heard it all and was out of the house before they left the driveway, yanking the driver's door clean off it's hinges with a deadly smirk.
"Going somewhere?" He cooed, tossing the man into the road, before pulling open the door that Brandy was hidden behind, only to be shoved in and blinded by a cloth, and his hands were chained behind his back.

The man who shoved Ian in the car smirked and got in the driver's side. He then sped off, making sure to knock out both Brandy and Ian.


When she awoke, Brandy was sitting in a room, made up of only big, white walls. And in the halls were people looking through the window in the door, they knew exactly what she was here for. She blinked and rolled her head on her shoulders, trying to clear her mind of a headache. She groaned, and founded her hands tied behind her back. But she couldn't see Ian. Panic surged through her finally, where was she?

Ian was in a different room, getting a new 'collar'. The boss pleasantly showed him how the dreaded thinng worked, before pushing him back into the room with Brandy. He gasped and grippe the collar tightly, squeezing his eyes shut in pain.

((Le collar is back 8D))

((Oh noes! DD: Haha))

Brandy wanted to reach for Ian, but her arms were bound. She whimpered, tape sealing her mouth shut. She felt small tears prick her eyes and she looked at the boss man who stood in front of them both.

"I'll bet you're wondering why you're here, huh girly?" The man askd sweetly, shooting her a glare. Brandy looked away, afraid of him.

Ian threw himself at the boss in a blind rage, his fivers grazing his neck before electricity coursed his veins again. He shrieked In pain and crumpled to the ground, clawing at the collar.

Brandy gave a muted scream at the sight of her undestructable Ian in so much pain.

"No no, Ian." The boss hummed. He then looked at Brandy.
"You will be released into an enclosure, with 34 deadlyh assassins trying to kill you. Sound fun, sweety?" He asked. Brandy didn't understand. She looked at him and scooted back.

"No leave her alone." Ian snarled, standing up. He towered over Boss, but somehow there was an atmosphere change, he obviously feared the other man greatly.
"Send me in you don't have to drag Brandy into this!"

The boss smiled, "Oh my dear boy, but this is your punishment. I've wanted Brandy dead since she was born. You failed, so you need to be punished. This way, she'll die, and you'll suffer the worse pain in the world. Heart break." He retorted in honey soaked voice. Brandy squeaked, wishing the silver tape was off her mouth so she could yell at him.

Ian's face showed one of pure fury, he could have strangled the man alive if it weren't forte damned collar.
"You fucking bastard." He snarled lowly, but making no move to go at him.

The man, disregarding Ian, strolled over to Brandy and ripped the tape from her mouth. She squealed with pain and then looked at him, her eyes rimmed with red.

"Why have you wanted me dead since I was born?" She whispered, a quiver in her voice.

"Because, my dear. I'm your father, and any genetics of mine must be destroyed." He hummed, as if it were nothing. Brandy's lower lip quivered, and she sniffled. She was a part of this man, and now he was trying to kill her.

"No." She muttered, her voice cracking, she wanted Ian, "no, no you're not my dad...No.." She sniffled again as he pushed her gently to the floor, a sly grin on his face.

"Oh, but I am." He patted her cheek once then exited the room, leaving them to prepare for the next stage in his plan.

Ian watched his boss leave and didnt look at Brandy. He couldn't..he'd gotten into this and now she was going to et killed!
"I'm..beyond sorry Brandy..I can't even..begin to say how sorry I am.." He muttered quietly.

Brandy looked at the door, "It's not your fault, he would have kill me anyways." She said, her voice weak and pathetic.

Ian grabbed Brandy's arms and forced her to look at him.
"As long as I'm alive he will nit kill you."

Brandy looked at him, tears pricking her eyes. She whimpered slightly and nodded, "Could you untie me?" She asked softly, fearing that may be that last time she and Ian would ever have a 'normal' conversation.

"Of course.." Ian replied quietly, swiftly pulling the ropes off.

Brandy looked at her hands, then launched herself at Ian, hugging him tightly and burying her face in the crook of his neck.

"I don't want to die Ian.." She sobbed.

Ian looped his arms around Brandy's waist, and pulled herbtightly and protectively against him.
"I know..sh.." He said quietly, burying his face in her hair.

Brandy wanted Ian to make everything go away, to make it all better. But he couldn't, her indestructible Ian was in just as much pain as she was. She sobbed softly into his neck for a good 10 minuets before finally collecting herself. But she still didn't want to die, and she couldn't accept the fact that soon they'd be turned out in an arena like animals to hunt.

Ian sat slumped against the wall, Brandy in his arms, and he just lay sweet soft kisses up and down her neck, murmuring how sorry he was. After a while, he began to go over a lot of his fightin knowledge with her, and ten kissed her more.

Brandy nodded numbly, absorbing the fighting information. But when she had hit Ian with all her might a few days back, he hadn't even flinched. How could she stand up against 30 assassins? She shivered, resting her head on his chest. Suddenly, the wall slid open, and a grand forest stretched before them. Brandy shivered, looking into the darkness. The walls moved away from her and they were plopped on the forest floor.

Ian was on his feet instantly, gripping Brandy's hand tightly. He was the best of the beat, surely he could take down his fellow assassins no problem! But while Protecting Brandy at the same time? He didn't know about that.

Brandy jumped at every sound, insects, birds. Her eyes scanned the trees and between them, trying to locate anything or anyone.

"We should find somewhere to hide." She suggested, walking slowly into the dark forest.