Fleur Noire Chapt. 1

So, this is a different story i decided to work on. I wanted to progress with my “New places, New faces” saga but there are so many thoughts, ideas and possibilities that i can’t manage to find a specific way forward with the story. So i decided to go on a different route and write something different. Like in the other story, the first chapter is more of framework for the plot, and is mostly me explaining the world aroun the characters, and the characters themselves. Enjoy!

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‘Thoughts’
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“[sentences said in german]”

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“Prepare for your exectution, you filthy infidel!”

The statement was punctuated with a whack to the face of a man. Early twenties, green eyes, medium length brown hair in loose curls, a strong jaw, somewhat asymetrical nose and his lips in a perpetual state semi-smirking, an odd, but exteremely attractive fusion of rugged and handsome, in any other situation Mark Dunn would look like some sort of fashion icon, or model. But here he was, tied to a chair with a bloodied nose, busted lip and swollen cheek and black eye, inside a dimly lit cave and surrounded by fearful, tearful, innocent people.

After another blow, the man turned away and made his way out of the cave, joining his brothers in arms as they prepared the material to broadcast the execution of 5 people to the world at large.

“Finally! I thought he’d never leave us alone!” Said Mark with a sigh in an even tone. Even though he had been beat reppeatedly and for long periods of time, and after being forewarned of his execution, he did not seem to be preoccupied at all. He instead turned his head to the best of his ability despite being bound to the chair, locking his eyes on a petite figure cowering in a corner. Said figure, doctor Sarah Addelstein was a gifted individual, recognized as a prodigy at the age of 12.
By 14 she had earned herself a degree in Biology, by 16 she had a second one in engineering, by 18 a third one in chemistry, and by 21 she had a PhD in biomechanics. The only reason she was there right now is because she was abducted from a child vaccination initiative in Somalia by islamic extremists, and she believed that her life was over.

“Doctor Sarah” Said Mark over the hushed sobs from all around the cave, causing her to sniffle and look up, her eyes red and her face wet from the continuous crying “Yes, over here. My name is Mark Dunn, and i am here to offer you a job. I work for an association that could really use your expertise, and we’d like to offer you a spot as a researcher for us.”

Sarah looked down and shook her head saddly. The fear had gotten the man delirious, and he was now spouting nonsense. But a few moments later she got startled when she felt a hand cupping her cheek. At first she felt the impetus to scream in pain, but she noticed she wasn’t feeling the pain of being beaten again. She just kept her eyes low and her face down as she was instructed for the past few days, waiting for the eventual pain, but it didn’t come. Instead, she felt the rope tying her hands being loosened, and her body being pulled up. She feared that it was the time she was waiting for, her final moments, but a soft pat on her head surprised her and made her look up to see Mark there, instead of her captives.

Her eyes flashed panic as that could only make things worse for all of them, but before she could say anything Mark shushed her “Doctor Sarah, as I have said, I come in the name of an association that could greatly use your expertise, and we’d like it if you considered joining us after i remove you from this scene, but for now, please work on untying the other captives, and make sure no one goes out until i say it’s clear”

With that, Mark handed Sarah a knife and merrily made his way out of the cave. Sarah was bewildered, confused, afraid, and… Hopeful. After the days of pure hell she had gone through, finally a ray of hope shone in her way. But she felt that spark of hope being slowly snuffed out by the barrage of gunfire that erupted outside, her hands dropping the knife as she fell to her knees, feeling utterly destroyed…

But then, the screaming started.