She had been invited as a plus one to the gathering of the man who had been courting her. He bought The pretty and modest pale yellow silk dress she wore. It had long sleeves that flared out as they got closer to her hands and were covered by simple, clean gloves that just barely went past her wrists. It covers her shoulders and most of her neck with a delicate white lace. She had no corset on just something to give the dress structure on her more slender form as the skirt Matched the flowing flair of the sleeved. And with a brand new pair of white shoes and sparkling earrings, He had her set to glow at the event. However, she would rather not be wearing such a color or be the center of attention. She was lucky she got to do her make-up lightly which made her honey brown eyes pop and just a hint of pink on her lips. She desperately wanted to scratch her scalp as the product in her golden blonde hair that kept it in that pretty updo made her skin crawl and itch uncontrollably. She wished he had listened to her gut, but he reminded her she knew nothing of this side of society earning her quite ire. She was a doctor; maybe she wasn't earning much by helping those that the people turn their noses up to, but she was doing good and didn't expect anything in return. The attorney seemed to always expect something in return for his help or gifts. She wondered what was next as she was paraded around the party like a caged peacock.
She was able to escape when he just had to talk to a group of men, leaving her on her own. She took this chance to get herself out of the building on the river's edge far back on the property after wandering around the garden. She found herself a place to sit, relaxing a bit, glad to be free from the mass of bodies that left her wishing she had not agreed to the man's invite. Watching the water flow quickly downstream. The only thing that gave away the speed of the water was the boulders that litter the riverbed. Then, when she heard steps heading her way, she let out an audible sigh as she turned to see someone she was not expecting. She smiled at the man and stood to greet him with a bright smile.
"Mayor Samual, it is good to see you again." She spoke cheerily to the older man who backed her when she sought to create a proper community hospital to help those who could not afford regular doctor care. "How have you been?" The conversation started and tumbled from how they were to how the hospital was coming along and how the temporary building was fairing with the patients. He wrapped her in his coat as he glanced toward the mason. He told her to hide in a quiet tone. It took a firm push for her to do as told making her hide in the well-trimmed bushes of the garden. She wrapped herself up tight in the coat hoping to hide as much of this bright dress as possible. She wondered if he was trying to hide her from him, but it was hard to tell as she waited to see who it was.
"It is Mr. Thomason." She whispered as she tried to make herself smaller. There were two other men with him that she could not see the faces of very well. She soon realized he wasn't looking for her but the mayor as it escalated, and she could catch bits and pieces of the conversation as they moved farther away from her and out out sight of the party. Only Mr. Thamoson was, talking as she spotted another familiar face appear behind Mayor Samual. Mr. Thomasons brother and he had a gun. Her heart sank remembering how his brother clearly stated he was going to stay home. Clearly, a lie. She had to clasp her hand over her mouth as the gun was fired a clean shot through the head and it was silent. She held her breath as they worked quickly to dump the body and get rid of the blood. She forced herself to take shallow breaths as she fought her tears and the scream that wished to tear through her throat. She knew better as she waited for her chance to leave. God only knows how long she sat there trying to compose herself enough to leave, but nothing helped. The tears could not stop, and the scream was choking her as it failed to project itself from her throat. After a bit of time, she was able to calm herself enough to take herself from her hiding spot. She held tight to the coat as she walked to the spot where he was dumped.
"James Samual, I am sorry." She choked out knowing the only way for the body to be found was if it landed on shore before it could hit the bay where ships passed through daily. No telling the body's end from there. She was grabbed and pulled to the ground as she got tied up and gagged. She let out muffled cries wishing she had just stayed put behind that bush. She was lifted and carried off. She recognized the voice as the brother.
He was apologizing to her in whispers as he placed her up on his horse and took off with her. The uncomfortable journey ended with her in a run-down shack on Mr. Samual's property. She remained quiet even though there was chatter outside the door. She knew whoever was out there was not going to be of help as she waited and waited. She was sure it was hours until Mr. Thomason showed his face in the dilapidated building. It was still dark out as he started to ask questions. He removed her gag and looked at her trying to judge whether or not to trust her.
Words finally find their way ou,t of he,r lips after multiple threats to her life. "I will not tell, I promise."
The con heard her say loudly. Most likely with a gun to her head. He wished the woman had stayed in that bush she hid behind, but now it was too late. Though he could use her later when it was time to end Thomason. First though he needed the Good Doctors trust. And having a trusted and well-liked figure at your side in the future could help him keep hold of all his hard work.
That man finally came out with The Good Doctor. The poor woman looked sick as her skin was ashen, and her eyes were not directly looking at anyone. The man couldn't help but remember the friendly but serious demeanor she usually had when he visited her office for care.
"Ms. Angelina Marcelino has agreed not to speak of this, but to make sure of this, she will move into my home and marry me." He sounded so proud of himself and she had a quick flash of anger come across her face. "She will still be able to work. I don't need the people getting mad that I took away the Good Doctor." He said sarcastically.
At least he had some sense, though the con was sure his face would be fun to punch in. The con got up from his spot as he told one of you to take her to the mansion and let her get some rest. The con took that position escorting her back, but he realized that he underestimated her feisty nature. This woman, once free from her bindings, had been plotting her escape. She was just waiting for the right moment, and good lord, she found it.
The con nearly doubled over in pain as the Good Doctor slammed her elbow into his gut. He would have rather been punched as the woman clearly knew where to hit. She disappeared into the woodlands near as he fumb led to follow after her. That damn dress made her easy to spot in the forest, but it also seemed to be getting caught by things. Sounds of the fabric ripping could be heard as he got closer to her. The con could see her honey eyes staring at him. Slowing approaching her, he tried to calm the Good D,o,ctor down. Another rip was heard as she took steps back. She took off much to his dismay. Her smaller frame allowed her easier movement through the woods. He watched her as he tried to keep up. She now had her legs exposed and saw her shoes were also gone. She started to look,, like a Nymph as she fled making him close to accepting that he may not catch her.
Slowing down, he would just follow her tracks with the sun coming up. It wouldn't be too hard. This was a skill drilled into his head by his father. She would stop at some point and he would be right behind her. Th at or he could just let her go. That woman is smart, and there would be morethan enough people willing to help her from different sides of the fence. Then there is the possibility of her telling or becoming the one to blame for the death if she did disappear. Though many, you were sure, would not believe it and may come, to the conclusion that she has also passed. Caught in the crossfire. That would ruin Thamason plans rather quickly as his brother is a rather special case and would cave easily if his brother wasn't standing over him. But, the con wanted that man to fall ,from a higher spot and using the Good Doctor could see this come true.
Seeing the prints left behind he could tell she was use to wooded areas. She never let her whole foot touch the ground just the balls of her feet. Exposing as litt le of her foot to the ground making injury less li,kely. Over time the gaps between steps shrinked showing she had stopped running, but still walked on the balls of her feet. He started to wonder if this doctor was actually A Nymph in disguise as there was no sign of being panicked in the middle of t,he woods. He could tell where she stopped for a bit but she never seemed to back track. Well until the prints just ended in an open field with tall grasses.
She really did not want to be caught. Made him wonder if she had been through something like this before. The calm steps, the lack of screaming and the thought in those eyes. Now, that notion brought up other details. Her breathing was controlled not gasping or desperately seeking air. The amount of fabric removed from the dress was more then just a snag. This Nymph did it on purpose. Staring, at the grasses he decided to backtrack to see if he missed anything. The con found a clue he missed. He saw a building, what was left of one, fa rther into the forest. With each careful steps you made your way over. Not seeing any signs of human prints, but once a good way from the original trail he saw them. Minding his step,s even more not wanting her to run again.
He kept his hand over the gun gue,ssing he may have to aim to keep her still. Crouching, as you now can see fell trees before the ruined homestead. A good place to hide, now he needed to just find where and hope she doesn't spot you beforehand.
There she was tucked away into the the still standing fireplace in the middle of the building and very alert. He watched for a bit trying to decided on what he should do next.