Outcasts RP

"Some anesthetic for surgeries, some more needles, and some specialized medicine for Isabella and Scott."

"Specialize medicine?" she echoed, "Sounds so secretive." she smirked and looked around, narrowing her eyes. She felt like someone was following them.

Israel smirked. "Nah. Scott is anemic, and Isabella has migraines." He wrapped a protective arm around her. "We'll take a different road," he murmured, turning down a narrow street.

"Oh," Gen said quietly, understanding and nodded at him, glancing behind her, "Do you think someone is following us?" she asked quietly.

Vincent smirked, staying put as he watched them walk down a certain ally way. He glanced up at the buildings that lined the street. He climbed up the building of a barber and followed the two from above.

"I'm a spy. I can tell when someone's following. Just keep walking and don't look around. We'll be fine."

Gen nodded, keeping her eyes straight ahead as she walked alongside this.
Vincent frowned, "this is getting boring." He took out his gun and aimed at Israel before squeezing the trigger.

Israel grunted, the gun catching him in the arm. "Gen, run." He pulled his own gun, aiming at the area where the bullet came from.

Gen looked at him, wide eyed. She didn't want to desert her friend and run, but she figured it was best to do what he said. She started to run, but Vincent fell from the building in front of her, and grabbed her by the arm. She started to struggle against him, digging her fingernails into his skin. She saw him sneer and pulled her to him. She started to thrash as he put a soaked cloth to her mouth. Her eyelids started to close and her body went limp in his arms.

Israel ran after Vincent. He flipped his gun around, aiming to bludgeon him in the head with the handle.

Vincent whirled around and dodged the blow. As Israel ran at him, he brought his fist out, attempting to punch him hard in the gut to stun him.

Israel didn't stop in time. Vincent's fist dug into his stomach. He doubled over, recovered, quickly, and started after him again. Slower this time. "Let go of her," he growled, lashing out with the gun.

Vincent laughed, holding onto Gen tight against his chest with his left arm and gracefully moved out of the way again, this time he aimed a hard punch at the temple of his head, "You're not worth my time right now, you piece of filth." he murmured.

Israel dodged and came around, moving quickly and smoothly. He grabbed a piece of glass from the ground and wielded it like a dagger. He aimed for Vincent's eyes.

Vincent moved back, and closed his eyes, though the tip of the glass cut against his eye lid and down to his jawline. He sneered, blood dripping from the the wound, "I'm done with you." he stuck up his gun and aimed at him blindly.

Israel hit the wall with a cry. The bullet went straight through his shoulder, but made a rather large exit wound.

Vincent walked over to him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, lifting him a few inches off the ground, "Tell Levi that if he wants to see this girl, to come to the estate. The longer he waits, the more we torture her. And if there is even a trace of him having others with him, we'll kill her without hesitation." he said wickedly.

Israel snarled. "I'll give him the message."

"Good," he smirked, releasing him, "We'll be waiting. Remember, the life of your dear friend is on the line." he said, and carried Gen in his arms towards the estate.

Israel sighed, stuck his gun back in his pants and sprinted back to the camp.

Victoria swept into the mansion with her brother in tow. "Make yourself comfortable."
George sunk down into a plush, velvet chair, chin propped up in his hand. He eyed everything and everyone with suspicion.

After about ten minutes he made it back to the estate. He looked down at Gen in his arms as he reached the door, "Such a pretty girl," he murmured, then smirked wickedly, "You'll be fun to destroy. It'll be like ripping wings off of butterflies."

Israel found Isabella immediately. "Vincent captured Gen."
"What?!"
He sighed, gesturing to his bleeding arm and shoulder. "He attacked us. He's more skilled than I remember. I'm sorry, milady."
"No, don't be. You did what you could. I'll go stitch you up. We have to tell Levi. Did Vincent leave any instructions?"
"Levi has to return to the estate alone."
"Like hell!"
"Or he'll kill Gen."
She snarled in frustration. "Let's go tell him."
"He's in no position to go."
"It's Levi. He'll go no matter what state he's in."

Victoria smiled at Vincent. "Marvelous job, my boy. Lie her down on the couch in there. George can keep an eye on her."

"Thank you, Aunt Victoria." He bowed his head and followed her orders, resting the girl on the couch, "I suggest we get to torturing her soon though, before Levi comes. That way, he'll be more compelled to do what we say." Vincent smirked.

Israel settled into a chair. He stripped off his shirt while Isabella tended to his injuries.
"What happened to you?!" Levi exclaimed, sitting up straight. The stitches caught in his shirt. He gritted his teeth as they tugged.
"Vincent attacked me in Gen." He hesitated for half a second. "He got Gen."
"We have to go get her!"
"No, you do," Isabella said. "And you alone."
He nodded, resolution already settling in his eyes. He tugged on his boots and got to his feet. "I'll go now."
"Wait, what if it's a trap?" Isabella said.
"They don't want to kill me, Izzy. They want me to join them."
"What if they kill Gen either way?"
"It still doesn't do her any good waiting around here."
"Levi, think about it. They're using her to get to you!"
"I don't care! If it was you or Israel or Scott or Asa, I'd do the same thing! No one is going to get hurt because of me! Alright?"
Isabella sighed. "Your stupid stubbornness."
"Yeah. It'll be the death of me. I've heard."

"Wake her up and let's get on with it then," Victoria said, waltzing in.
George watched in horror. "That's Gen!"
"Yes, and we're using her to get to Levi."

"I'll bring her down." Vincent said, "Do you want to have some fun with her, or want me to do the honors?" he asked, heading down to the cells, "Oh, and hello, Uncle George." he said with a wicked smirk.

"You're far more creative than me in that area. I'll let you have the honors," Victoria said. She poured herself a glass of wine from the wet bar in the corner before taking a seat across from George.
"Vincent," he acknowledged lowly.

Levi armed himself with a couple knives and a gun. He shrugged on his iconic, worn, tan trench coat and headed into town. He figured Isabella would station a few men nearby just in case.