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Collab between Darkraven and AnriuSB Part 1

November 3rd, 2017, 1:07pm, Waynesville, Missouri:

Ivy had been behind the counter when it happened, counting and organizing the sparse ammunition they had in storage. 15 9mm rounds, 7 .505's, 2 12 guage shells, it was pathetic really. The last run in they had, had with the raiders had put a deep hole in their supply stock pile. Not only had the fuckers gotten away with their food, but they had caused her to have to waste bullets on them. In Ivy's mind the fucker's weren't worth the rounds it took to put them in the ground, 'people like them are worth less than those goddamned walkers.' She thought to herself briefly. It was then that she had been pulled from her duties by a unwelcome sound.

A light 'whoosh' signaled The intruder's entrance, Ivy quickly ducked beneath the counter top, 'Fucking raiders' Ivy thought too herself before preparing to intercept. The intruder walked carefully throughout the abandoned gas station with an awkward stealth, the watchful eyes of Ivy Ellenheart ever tracking her movements. Ivy's partner had left some time ago, and charged her with defending their home. Ivy approached the woman calmly, each step she took seemed to raise the tension of the situation. She had done this many times however, and she had gained a sort of detachment from such circumstances, calmly approaching every high stakes situation with a critical eye. The intruder had not yet noticed her yet, in fact she had begun shoving things into her bag with a controlled swiftness. The intruder's back was to Ivy, so she could not see the tears that welled in the intruder's eyes. Nor could she see the dolls that the intruder had chosen to take from the shelf.

Had she seen these things, Ivy may have approached the situation differently. She may have thought twice before reaching for the 9mm pistol that hung loosely at her belt. She may have even given the intruder a chance to explain herself before pressing the weapon against her back, but Ivy did not know these things, and in one swift motion she lightly pressed her weapon against the intruder's back, and with two words she announced herself, and her thoughts on the situation. "Get out." She whispered in the intruder's ear. Ivy did not want to take unnecessary life, but if the intruder resisted, certain measures would have to be taken.

Upon hearing the woman's voice in her head, Valentina froze, wondering how it got there. It was then she realized that it wasn't a voice in her head, just like how strange people would sometimes talk to her whenever she felt so sleepy or tired, like once when she was forced to stay awake at night because of the lack of a sleep spot. Very quickly, intense fear seized the girl as she could suddenly feel something dull but threatening poking her back - it was a different level of fear, above the reawakened, destruction and evil that made up everything.

Already shaken, Valentina could not help but to start weeping again as she turned around to face the woman who appeared behind her like a ghost, her hands curled up into anxious and shaking balls before she started shivering, believing that she was in danger again, and quite unexpectedly, as she thought she had been doing well so far, remaining unseen and getting out of trouble in the few times she wasn't able to run, hide, sneak and steal. "Please-" Valentina tried to say, but realised that nothing came out of her mouth, and it had only opened as it quivered with the rest of her terror-touched body. Instead, she was trying her best not to cry, only to fail with streaks of tears joining less recent ones, her cheeks and the underside of her eye patch becoming sticky. She was trying her best not to scream or wail, and in that way she was at least successful, though it would be obvious to anyone that she was restraining herself.

For a single moment Ivy was utterly confused. Her brain could not wrap around the concept before her. A child? How had it gotten here? How had she been so daft as to not notice this fact earlier? Ivy scrambled to gather her thoughts, immediately she pulled back her weapon and stepped away from the child. For some inexplicable reason that crept beyond her own understanding Ivy was completely embarrassed. She stepped back once more, retreating both mentally and physically from what she had done. 'Did you seriously just point a gun at a child?' she criticized herself silently. 'What has happened to you Ellenheart? What would Marrie think of this? Ivy's free hand approached her mouth, which was now agape in horror, tears welled up in her eyes "Wh.. ?" was all that managed to escape her lips. This was far worse than any raider she had ever encountered. Any sort of self disgust or fear she had ever felt. Ivy could not comprehend it.

But that...

was only for a moment.

It was then that Ivy's instincts took over. She had been hardened by this past year. The sight of a child had startled her, yes, but she would have to be strong. Marrie depended on it. Ivy holstered her weapon and turned from the child. An emotionless expression re-plastered onto her face when she turned back. She studied the girl, from head too toe. 'Scruffy' was the first thing that came to mind. Her clothes were worn, but still useable, and she had the face of a soldier. This would have seemed out of place if the world had not gone too shit, no, now it was only the soldiers that would survive. Those that could take a hit and punch back twice as hard. That is what Ivy had become, and that was what this girl was seemingly trying to be. The fact that she held back the obvious tears that welled at the corners of her eyes was proof enough. This girl was hardened, she was still a little girl, but she was a tough one.

Ivy half turned from the child, keeping one eye on her as she made her way back too the counter. When she finally reached her destination she let out a sigh of relief and went back to her cataloging. "Welcome to Dominic's Gas an' Go kid." She lifted one eye from her work, eyeing the pack that held all of the child's newly found supplies. "you gunna pay for that?"

For the most part, Valentina was rooted to the ground, afraid to move, having been defeated by surprise. Then something surprising happened. She wasn't hurt, nor did the woman ever attempted to hurt her. In fact, the woman seemed... Valentina could no longer find the word for it. Then a new problem arose - Valentina did not know how to react anymore. The idea of someone who would not hurt her seemed like something of a distant memory. Then it came back to Valentina. It wasn't the first time. People were bad. All of them. The last woman she trusted had a friend, and that friend had done things to her, painful things. To Valentina, all good people were gone- her father, her mother, Vertov, Valerie, Mr Sa'at, her friends, Lieutenant Hugh...

Valentina reached behind her and pulled out her steak knife, holding it to stab, and with a scream rushed and leapt at the woman who threatened her, and was now presenting her another false promise of friendship, the kind that would only lead to bad things happening. Landing on the woman's back, Valentina pulled her down to the floor, and as soon as she was able to quickly straddle her, brought the steak knife down to her throat with both her hands, the young girl's face displaying a rage that was out of place on such a youthful, if scarred face, saliva dripping from a side of her lips. She didn't want to be hurt again - no more.
Suddenly Ivy was on her back. She was utterly impressed by the girl's speed, had she been a fully grown adult Ivy would be dead, but this was a ten year old girl, and she lacked the strength to follow up. Ivy grasped the girls wrists with a single hand, stopping the knife in its tracks. She then used her other arm's elbow as leverage and tossed the girl off of her with her whole body. The girl fell on her back and suddenly Ivy was on top. She held the girl by her wrists and stared into her one visible eye. "So this is what happens to our children when everyone decides to go geek huh?" Ivy shook her head as she repositioned herself, and spun the girl onto her chest. She then pinned he girl's arms to her back. The knife that had been used as a weapon was several feet from them, laying on the floor. "I may not know your folks kid, but I am pretty sure that they did not teach you to stab people in public places."

Even as Valentina found that the tables were turning quickly against her, the young girl refused to give in, and struggled all the way against her enemy, though she couldn't break free from the woman's strong grasp. Screaming up and down in an uncontrollable rage and misery that had been building for months, she tried to pull herself away, but found that the painful lock she was being put in would not permit her to do it. "DON'T TALK ABOUT MY PARENTS!!!" Valentina managed to yell in her high-pitch, her reaction more of a knee-jerk reflex to pain than an intentional response. In her senseless thrashing, her eye patch had become askew, revealing her blind, milky-white iris.
Ivy pulled the girl too her feet, keeping her arms locked behind her back as she did. Ivy then retrieved a small amount of rope and bound the girls hands together. She sat the child down on a chair and tied her to it.

Ivy sighed and retrieved a chair of her own, the kid's eye patch lay discarded on the floor and her white iris lay unveiled before Ivy. Ivy glanced at it momentarily and then retrieved a pack of matches and a single cigarette from her pocket. She lit it and took a deep puff, simply waiting for the child to calm down. For a long time she sat, purposely judging the child's face. She didn't say a word. Simply waited,

and watched..

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