A plead for mercy

Maika was out of breath as she sprinted through the maze of the streets that composed Antiva city. Of course a simple fleeing had gone fucking south and they had gotten caught in the process. In order to secure Zevran, she had played the card of that she was the only one fleeing, killing fellow crows on the process and avoiding the rest in a quick run.
But she couldn’t run forever and indeed, when she was in the outskirts, the city now behind her back she was reached.

“Please I beg you let me go, I’ll do whatever you want, I will pay you but I am with a child, I need to leave” she begged as she got on her knees pleading to the hooded figure. If her life was the only thing on the line she would have refused to beg but now her child mattered more than her pride.

Bajie emerged from the shadows, arms crossed over his broad chest, his face hidden beneath the hood but his expression unmistakably skeptical. He let out a low, exaggerated sigh, shaking his head as he approached Maika.

Oh, for crying out loud, stop groveling, will you? It’s embarrassing—for both of us. His voice carried that familiar mix of exasperation and sarcasm, but there was a hint of something softer beneath it, something almost like pity.

He knelt down, squinting at her through the dim light of the outskirts. Look at you. All scraped up, panting like a dog, and begging for mercy from a guy like me. Honestly, I’ve seen fresher corpses than you right now.

He glanced around, scanning the shadows for signs of pursuit. When he was sure the coast was clear, he let out another dramatic sigh and extended a hand to help her up.

Alright, come on then. On your feet. I’m not going to kill you, if that’s what you’re worried about. Don’t get me wrong—I thought about it for a second there. But a pregnant woman begging for her life? That’s a bit too much even for me.

Bajie studied her for a moment, his sharp eyes narrowing as he tried to make sense of her desperation. So, what’s the story, huh? You running from someone? Baby daddy get cold feet? Or is this just one of those ‘I pissed off the wrong people and now they want my head’ situations? Because, judging by the way you look, I’m guessing the last one.

He pulled back his hood, revealing a face lined with experience and a surprising amount of empathy. Lucky for you, I’ve got a soft spot for hopeless cases. So, spill it, sweetheart—who’s after you, and why should I risk my neck to help you?

@Maika Arainai