The sound of heels going down the hallway were heard once more. Isabel made her way down a hallway, have a fake smile and waving to all the people she worked with. She couldn't wait to get out of this middle section of her job. That's why she takes late night hours too. She sighed walking out the door and getting into her car. It was a yellow jeep. She loved this fucking jeep. She let her hair out of the bun and down on to her shoulders, taking off her glasses and the jacket she has to wear a skirt. Now in a nice top and a pencil skirt. It only took her five minutes to get to the bar. Where she proceed to get vodka, like she has every night.
The bar was dark, with melodic club music playing. The walls were plastered with Solar propaganda and sexual posters. The bartender is heavily modded, and used magic to serve drinks quickly. He was not subject to mage curfews. Wonderbolts frequented here, so there were no rules. Shootings and fights are frequent, not to mention avid drug use and sex trade. The bartender greeted the oncoming customer and gave her the usual Vodka.
Isabel easily drank it, the cool liquid sliding down her throat. She squealed some from the burning sensation in her stomach that she adored. She wished the music would change, she hated this song. She soon took her work top off, now just wearing a tank top. "Geez Sal, hot enough in here?" She joked with a smirk to the bartender who ignored her more then he listened to her. Her drink refilling as quick as she drank it. Using magic was much easier than manually working. Isabel was a part of Solar, so her hands and arms were completely modded. It enhanced her magic even more. She gave so much to be at the top, but still nothing. The color of her arms was now a light pink, since they could never match completely with the owners skin. And with that, Isabel drank her next drink.
A large wonderbolt captain was attracted to the skimpy outfit Isabel wore and quickly upheaved another patron to get a seat next to the easy looking mage. He quickly got a drink and began his sweet talk."You come here often cutie?" He asked, alcohol already on his breath.
Here we go again. Thought Isabel watching some muscular fellow walked in like he owned the place. The goggles around his neck seemed familiar, she was sure it was something important. She watched him get his drink, take a swig, and look at her. Oh boy. She smirked wildly at his comment. "Not as often as you bathe apparently." She said noticing his sweaty chiseled body, taking a nice long swig of her own drink. She couldn't remember the goggles were from the wonderboltz, and that he'd most likely been working out or flying with his friends. Now leave.Isabel thought giving him a look that clearly stated she wanted no part of his flirting.
"Oho, feisty!" Blitz said. His prey was close, and the hunter inside him wasn’t going to let it get away. "Maybe i can calm you down with a drink?" He reached over and grabbed a drink off a passing tray and offered it to Isabel. This was tolerated, because of his status. Isabel didn’t know it, but he did basically ‘own the place.’
Isabel looked at him top to bottom. Her eyes glew pink like her arms as the glass made it into her hand as she drank it, her nose wrinkled as she grinned some. "Now you are getting somewhere." She chimed softly, she then proceeds to cross her leg and move some hair away from her face. "You know there's something familiar about you-" She exclaimed. Holding her drink and pointing at him with a look of confusion. She then took another drink from the one she was given. Her nose didn't wrinkle this time, though the feeling in her stomach burned more with each sip.
"Hmmm, well I am Captain of the Wonderbolts, replaced Spitfire after her execution." he flashed his badge, which is branded into his wrist like all new Gen Wonderbolts had. Body mods made this possible. Blitzwing's status usually sealed the deal for home. He waited for the kill.
Isabel grinned wildly at the modified badge. "Impressive." She said looking at it, no way you could fake something like this either. They only give this to real wonderbolts. She bit her lip softly, thinking of whether to leave or stay. "Ah what the hell." She made a come here motion with her finger, her eyes glowing once more as his shirt lifted by itself tugging him to her as she let her lips press on his in a long kiss. Pulling away slowly, her eyes now filled with lust as she finished her drink. "Well come on captain, let's go someplace already." She said with a smirk. She sat up and waited to be lead out by her 'hunter'.
Blitz stood up and lead her out, holding her small hips. After a few twists and turns he led her into an alleyway and then inside an old worn down house. Some of his buddies were already inside, drinking and grinning at the skimpy dressed newcomer. They got up and surrounded her. Isabel's head was clouded, seeing that Blitz had slipped her something.’Damn this man..’ Is all she could think. The door slammed shut behind her, and her clothes began to be pulled off.
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It only took her a few hours to wake up, she held her head as she looked up and around the room. Everything was muffled, but she could distinctly hear a scream. A familiar pink glow happened as she used her magic to make her head feel better. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the light. Guess she’d been drugged. Something small and blonde ran by quickly, Isabel looked up to only see a door wide open. She felt the cold hit her bare chest. It's then when she realized she was only in panties. She picked her clothes while tripping over herself. Getting dressed while screams were heard in the background. She then proceeded to take the money from every wallet she found, stuffing it in-between her breast where no one could see it. No one was in the room. She followed the screaming, with blurry eyes she looked in the room. Her hand covered her mouth as all she saw was red. Deep red blood all over a room, Isabel nearly fell backwards from astonishment.
Blitz lay on the floor, blood leaking from his stomach. He looked up at Isabel and mouthed something, before coughing up blood. The whole place smelled of sex, blood, and alcohol- with a creeping feeling of death. Blitz dragged himself closer to Isabel.
Isabel coughed a bit before finally adjusting to the situation and walking over to Blitz, who was still trying to drag himself to her. "Idiot stop moving." She said bluntly. She shoved some fumbling moron out of the way, who was stumbling all over the place yelling. Someone already attempted to take the knife out. Making the wound much worse than it needed to be. "Guess you saw my tattoo huh?" She smirked at him. On her thigh lay a bold red cross, she healed people. A small orb of pink light emitted in her hands. And yes, her eyes shined as well. She knew it probably hurt like a bitch with nothing to numb the pain, but he'd die here if she didn't. Everyone watched as his body seemed to repair itself. It only took a minute or two. Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth, the light faded as all that was left was a scar from where the knife was. She rubbed the blood off her chin and mouth. "There we go." without her body enhancement, she surely would have passed out. She extended her arm out to give him a hand, knowing he'd need it.
Blitz staggered, clutching her arm. A healer. What luck. Blitz inwardly blushed when he saw her cross tattoo, not because it was on her thigh, but because he never developed a talent worth showing. He wasn’t that good at flying, well, he was good, but not as good as some. He just payed the most to replace the treasonous Spitfire. The wonderbolts brand was all he had, and his modded wings saved his reputation. He looked up at Isabel, whispered “thank you” then blacked out.
Isabel laughed softly at him, shaking her head. "You're one lucky son of a bitch." she remarked. Staring down and him. She removed the shirt he was wearing since it was soaked in blood. She could have easy became a doctor, but she wanted to support Princess Twilight. Isabel practically looked up to her. Isabel then went to the sink and filled a glass with water, washing the blood off. She then placed the cup off to the side, leaning over and kissing his sleeping body. "Well sweetie, I'll see you soon." She instructed the boys to let him sleep as long she needed. She rushed the wound, so it'd at least be a few hours.