He unfolded a blade, the metal glinting in the streetlight. "You heard what I said," he said roughly. He looked panicked, glancing around fearfully. "Costlough. Whaddaya know about 'im?"
He stepped forward, his silhouette menacing ad he approached. His beady dark eyes squinted at her. “You clearly know something,” he said roughly, his voice harsh. “I can still make you tell me.”
He moved forward and with surprising deftness, he put her in an armlock, holding the knife to her throat. “I’ll count down from 10.”
It had no effect and he started counting down. “10...” The door to the apartment building opened and Ferris stepped out, looking up in something akin to surprise before his eyes narrowed. “Fleur?”
The man holding Fleur tightened his grip but he pointed the knife at Ferris, clearly panicking. “Don’t... don’t come any closer. I know what you can do, and I swear I’ll...” Before the sentence was even finished, Ferris had disappeared in thin air. It was only milliseconds when they would both hear the click of a gun loading. “Let her go,” Ferris said, his voice low and deadly, his gun pressed against the man’s temple. The man went stiff and after weighing his options for a moment, he let Fleur go, his hands shaking.
He kept the gun on the man and was quiet for a moment. “Fleur, go upstairs and wait in the bedroom until I come up, okay? I won’t be long.”
It took maybe 15 minutes for him to return, but when he entered the house, he didn’t immediately come into the bedroom. Instead, he went into the bathroom and closed the door.
He opened the door about five minutes later, wearing different clothing. “...Fleur?” He paused when he saw her sitting, his brow furrowing. “Oh, my darling...”
