The Criminals (RP)

Derrick: sighs in relief. "Thank you."

 

-Sits up-

 

Derrick: "Help me up."
Tarragon: watches and smirks.

 

-Helps him to stand-

 

Derrick: smiles evilly. Grabs her arm and twists it behind her back. Puts a hand over her mouth. Whispers. "Don't struggle."

 

-Eyes widen and bites him hand and kicks my foot back hitting his kneecap hard-

 

Derrick: swears and pulls out a gun. "Don't move."

 

-Goes still-

 

Derrick: grabs her arm roughly and leads her out side.

 

-Winces as my arm dislocates from him pulling it hard at an odd angle-

 

Derrick: drops.
Tarragon: rushes foreword behind Troy. Puts the dagger up to his neck.

 

-Staggers back clutching my arm and cursing-

 

(I'm already behind you)

 

-Groans-

 

Derrick: "Tarragon..."
Tarragon: presses the dagger harder on Troy's neck. But not hard enough to break the skin.

 

Collapses to the floor next to Derrick-

 

Tarragon: "You are going to die. Along with the rest of your gang."

 

-Weakly throws a dagger into Tarragon's arm-