Hostile Takeover: Eppon to the Rescue?

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Alison was closing up the store at 10:30. "Why is it that we have to close the store and not the boss?" she saked herself as she looked around. "Ivy come on time to go." she called for her Co-worker. She suddenly shivered as if the was a chill in the air, Maybe i left a window open? she thought walking over to the windows. Problom was all of the windows were too big to open and there was nothing on them but the sign for the store. Maybe I just imagened it." she told herself grabing the keys to her Motercycle. "Ivy come on!" she shouted.

Alison felt the tape on her mouth she sent out muffling sounds of anger. "Untie me! Let me go!!!" she tried to shouted but gave up. She stoped flailing and just layed there.

"Honestly, I don't know." she replied quietly.

"Oh you don't don't you I have a nice shiny gun that says other wise." He commented as he flashed her the gun.

Alison's breathing became calm and slow almost like she was asleep. I wish I had some music. she thought. There has to be some way to get someones attentin. She looked to her side and saw a bottle of water in which gave her an idea.

If Ivy's hands hadn't been bound she would have held them up as a sign of surrender. "Honestly. We don't know anything about the boss. I only work with Alison and Garret."

Ricky smirked. " So Garret isn't the top dog wow what a loser." The two lackies in the back were starting to get drunk and rowdy. " Hey cool your jets or I'll use this on you!" He yelled to them while pulling onto a narrower way.

Drunked idiots. Alison thought as she focused on the bottle of water. The water in the bottle started to move a little but not much. The two men were making too much noise for her to consentrate.

Ivy once again wondered how Alison was doing in the back.

" Idiots!" He snapped at them then looked to Ivy. " Aw come on I like it better when they beg or at least talk." He said to her.

Ivy rolled her eyes but otherwise didn't react to her kidnapper. In fact she almost yawned, but managed to stifle it silently.

Come on come on! Alison thought concentrating harder on the water bottle. The entier bottle began to move back and forth quickly. Alison glanced at one of the men and the Bottled water hit him square in the forhead. Yes!

"Ouch!" The man yelled. as he gave her a glare. " Did you do that?"
the other drunken man wobbled over to the one who had been hit. " She shouln't a don that see all tied up." He tried to speak.
Ricky started to slap the ceiling banging to get there attention. " Hey you frickin do so much as touch her your getting punishment she's prescious cargo!" He warned the boys in back and they seemed to sober up a tiny bit.

Ivy sat there in silence.... still. But instead of just sitting there, she began to concentrate. It took much effort to be able to do this without much water to begin with, but she knew she had it in her. With some concentration, she began to freeze the truck's front window over. With it frozen over, he wouldn't be able to see and would have to stop to clear it.

"Holy s-" He was cut off by a crash as he hit into another car luckily he had been going only about 5 miles per hour in the narrow ally way.
The two drunk men fall out of the truck. " What Ricky!" one yelled.
the other laid confused sprawled on pavement.
" Hey relax we're here anyways." He said getting out

Aw great. Now who going to know where we are? Alison thought as she braced herself for who knows what may happen. I hope Ivy is ok. she thought.

Ivy mentally sighed. She wished she'd taken some action earlier instead of just sitting there. Oh well, there wasn't much she could do about it now.
She heard their kidnappers say that they 'were here.' But where? were Ivy's thoughts. She wondered why they had been kidnapped in the first place.

Ricky opened up Ivy'd door and thrust a blind fold into her eyes. " Sorry sweety we can't let you see any of this." HE helped her out of the car." Hey knuckle heads get the other one out of the car make sure she can't see anything." He started to lead Ivy rather rough straight from the car farther into the alley.

Alison let out the most menicing growl she could through the tape on her mouth. Good thing they forgot my feet. she thought. She would have to wait to get her chance.

Ivy rolled her eyes from underneath the blindfold as she was roughly lead further down the alleyway. She began running through ways to escape in her head.

The two men jumped back onto the bed of the truck and started to get Alison to her feet. " Okay come on girly."

Alison quickly jerked her feet away from the man. Keep your slimy paws away from me! she thought. Her body reacted on it's own as she kicked the man where he was truly valnerable. She got to her feet and hopped off of the truck and atarted running as fast as she could.

Ricky shot a single bullet towards Alison. " Don't even try it." He warned as he cocked it for a second shot this time the bullet was aimed at Alison's head.

Ivy could sense the treat in Ricky's voice and immediately decided enough was enough. She focused her heightened emotions and icy abilities into the blindfold and the ropes that were holding her captive. Within seconds, they froze completely and shattered, leaving her free to move as she wished. Ivy didn't waste a second in transforming her unique necklace into an equally beautiful, silver scythe. She used it to knock the gun out of Ricky's hands.
"Don't even try it," she repeated, taking a threatening stance and waiting for either Ricky himself, or one of the other two males to attack her.

Alison fel the bullet zoom past her head and she stopped in her tracks. She turned around and saw Ivy with her scythe. When was she going to pull that out?! she thought. The young "Girl" grabbed her braclet on her wrist and it began to glow. The small cross then turned into a sword, making the sharp end pointing up she started to cut the ropes binding her hands together.

a gun was placed on the back of Ivy and Alison's skulls. " I wouldn't get too cocky if i were you." A deep voice said from a shadowy end of the back street he light a cigar and his face lit up. He was old his hair stark white, wrinkles apon wrinkles to his ancient forehead.
" boss." Ricky said his voice filled with fear.