Futuristic little red riding hood (O/O)

(alrighty lol)

Dmitri's eyes snapped up when he heard footsteps, and his eyes landed on the girl. He cocked his head at her slightly. His hood was off, his pale blonde hair curling a little bit on his forehead and his eyes cold as ice. He was holding a knife in one hand, and near him were three others. Crow, who had dark hair and eyes, much like her namesake, was holding another knife. Jackal, tall but not as tall as Dmitri, was holding the old woman still. And Fox? Fox was merely standing to the side, awaiting orders, his red hair gleaming in the dim light.

"Do it." Dmitri said to Crow, not taking his eyes away from Elissa. So, the girlie wanted to watch? Then she could watch.

Crow nodded, and stepped forward. Her knife flashed, and crimson bled out along the old woman's neck. Jackal let go, letting Elissa's grandmother topple away.

Elissa's eyes widened, her open but no words coming out. She wanted to scream and yell and hurt these people who had just killed her grandmother in front of her own eyes, but she was frozen, unable to do anything but stare in horror. Why would they kill an innocent (or honestly, probably not so innocent) woman for no apparent reason? She couldn't fathom it. After several too-long moments, she was finally able to move again.
She took out her knife, eyes roving among the four strangers. There was no possible way for Elissa to get rid of all four of them, but any damage she could do in her grief-addled mind was enough. Anything to cause them even a fraction of what she was currently feeling was enough. She ran into the alley recklessly, her own hood falling off of her youthful face. Her long hair flowed behind her, free at last, like a Valkyrie, as she imagined herself righteously fighting these awful criminals. She went for the woman first, as she had delivered the killing blow.

Crow spotted the girl, and raised an eyebrow at Dmitri.

"The granddaughter." he said simply.

She nodded, and flung her knife in Elissa's direction, aiming at the girl's shoulder. Not a killing blow, but a highly painful one. Fox simply moved to block the end of the alleyway, silent. Jackal stepped away from the body.

The blade hit it's target, sinking into Elissa's shoulder and making her gasp again, though this time in pain. This was it. She was going to die here, and no one would do a thing to stop it. The pain sobered her, making her realize what a foolish idea this endeavor was. She couldn't have saved her grandmother; she was practically still a child. She hadn't even realizing she was falling until her head hit the cement. Her vision went black for a moment before fading back in.
She had really done it now. Her grandmother surely would have wanted her to run, to get away from here and at least have a chance of surviving. At least Elissa knew better than to take out the blade and let herself bleed out, a much more painful alternative than letting them shoot her or vaporize her or whatever technology they were in possession of allotted.
She managed to bring herself back to a standing position, eyes brimming with unshed tears. At least the woman had hit her left shoulder, and Elissa was right-handed. It was a miracle she hadn't dropped her own knife. She glared up them, hoping that she would at least go down fighting.

(what exactly do you want the Pack to do with her? Kidnap her or just leave her there?)

(idk, whichever you think makes more sense)

(I can see them kidnapping her just for kicks lol)

Crow looked at Dmitri for a cue on what to do. He signaled something with his hands, not speaking aloud. She nodded, and stalked closer to Elissa. She snapped her fingers at Fox, giving him a look. The redhead smirked, and drew out a stungun. He shot Elissa with it, watching to make sure she passed out.

(lol me too tbh)

The pain intensified, and Elissa closed her eyes. This was it. She was dying. She sent out a silent plea that her father would be safe of all of this as she fell, darkness taking hold of her. Soon enough, none of this would matter. Then everything faded to black.

(question: is this meant to evolve into like a romance, or no?? Because that was never made clear XD)

Crow caught Elissa, passing her off to Jackal. Jackal cuffed her, and Crow did a quick patdown, removing all weapons that Elissa had and pocketing them.

"Let's move out." Dmitri said, and began walking, stepping over the body of Elissa's grandmother as he led his group back to base. The four of them weren't the full pack, not by any breadth of imagination, but they were in charge of it.

(it can but it doesn’t have to lol sorry if that’s super vague but honestly i’m fine either way)

Elissa was still out cold, having no idea what was happening to her. She would definitely be surprised to find that she was, in fact, very much alive upon waking, however.

(haha that's really vague, yeah, but alright)

Jackal carried Elissa, holding onto her securely, but rather like she was a sack of potatoes. They walked down the streets to the ex-warehouse that served as their base. The inside had been completely torn apart and remade, with a large center room where most business was done, a catwalk above it. In the upper levels were most of the bedrooms and the bathrooms, and in the highest level was some extra, empty rooms. In the floor level was the big room, a bathroom, a med area, and assorted other rooms, including the cell, where Jackal now put Elissa.

After some time, Elissa opened her eyes blearily. Her shoulder still throbbed painfully, and she was cold. This wasn’t at all how she imagined the afterlife to be. Where were the angels and clouds? Or fire and brimstone, if that was it?
She wondered where she was, since she seemed to still be as alive as ever. She tried to blink away the confusion, but only succeeded in making the pain worse.
“Hello?” she croaked, her mouth dry.

Crow stood and walked away when she heard Elissa's voice. "Miech!" She called. "Prisoner's awake!"

Dmitri sighed softly, coming down from where he'd been perched on the second story railing, and came over to the cell. He opened the door, looking at her for a long moment. He was wearing a black jacket, no hood, his blonde hair shining in the lights. "You've caused a shit load of trouble, girlie."

“Good,” Elissa responded defiantly. She stared at him with contempt for a moment before deciding to ask what had been troubling her ever since she had woken up. “Where are we? And also, could you kindly get me some bandages or something so that I don’t have to keep this knife in my shoulder?”

"The Den." Dmitri replied. "And yes. I'll have Mags take a look at that. As long as you aren't going to attack her?" He arched an eyebrow. "Because I am perfectly alright with leaving that knife in you, if you're going to attack my medic."

“Why would I attack someone who’s taking a knife out of my shoulder?” Elissa asked, raising her own eyebrow. “Despite recent occurrences, I’m not a complete imbecile. I’d love to not have a knife sticking out of me.”

Dmitri's mouth curled in a faint smirk. "Good. I was worried." he replied. He shut the door, locking it from the outside, and headed over to find Magpie, or Mags as she preferred. "Mags! Prisoner's awake, her shoulder needs tending. Crow nailed her with a knife."

Mags rolled her eyes, grabbing a medkit and followed Dmitri. "I've told her not to hurl those fuckers at people." she grumbled.

Elissa waited for the healer to come, her shoulder still being incredibly painful. This whole stupid journey to find her grandmother was a waste of time. Here she was, sitting in some dark cell instead of her nice, warm bed at home. But despite her constant anger at these people and herself, Elissa knew that she couldn’t have just sat and done nothing while her grandmother was in danger. She sighed.

Dmitri led Magpie inside the cell, waiting at the door as she came over to Elissa. "Ah, Crow really got you good." she said, sitting down beside Elissa. "Sit down." she said. "And hold still."

Elissa nodded, for once holding her tongue as she sat. She waited in nervous anticipation for this woman to take the knife out. It hurt now, and it would hurt worse before it was out and could be healed.

Magpie frowned a little bit, and then put her hand on the handle, yanking the knife out in a smooth motion. Setting it aside, she pressed a cloth to the wound to soak up the blood.

The lance of pain that shot through Elissa’s system made her gasp, almost as bad as the knife hitting her in the first place. Elissa glanced at the woman, studying her as she held a cloth to her wound.

Magpie worked to mop up the blood, completely focused. She seemed to be about the same age as Crow, with red hair that had been trimmed into a pixie cut, her eyes a warm brown. "Meech, some of the others are getting antsy about things." she said to Dmitri.

Dmitri sighed. "Of course they are."

Elissa’s eyes narrowed, trying to make sense of the conversation. She knew next to nothing about these people, and listening to this wasn’t helping her much. Maybe they would accidentally spill something important, or at least interesting.

"Is it about my father again?" Dmitri asked, flashing those teeth in a snarl.

Magpie nodded a little. "They're angry that you're changing things up. Some of the older ones feel shortchanged. Fox is…I'm worried that what they're saying is affecting him. His behavior is changing."

Elissa continued to stay silent, listening. She still hoped that she could glean something from this conversation. It also was something to hopefully take her mind off of the pain.

Dmitri gave a short nod. "Right. Thank you for the warning, Mags." he replied. He crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. "However, there are eager ears listening right now." he looked at Elissa.

Magpie nodded again, and continued to work on Elissa's wound.

Elissa looked over at the guy who she had fought earlier (okay, tried to fight, more like). She still didn’t say anything, though it was obvious that she was on edge. She hoped that this healer lady would be done soon.

Mags finished up, having treated and bound the wound. "Give it a week or two, and it'll be just fine." she said, putting the supplies away and standing.

Elissa opened her mouth to thank the woman, but stopped herself. Why should she thank her captors for not letting her be in pain? That was basic human decency. If anyone deserved to be in pain, it was them. So she simply nodded. Still, she hated that woman just a little less than the rest of them.