Post by Persephone on Mar 23, 2017 4:21:19 GMT
Boston, Massachusetts
Prudential Mall Parking Garage
March 22, 2017 - 11:03 PM
Security Camera 0037A
Dressed in a pair of yoga pants, an oversized hoodie and a pair of Uggs, Noel Callaghan hustles from the elevators and through the eerily quiet parking garage towards her orange Mini Cooper. Her footsteps reverberate off the concrete walls and ceiling as he carries an assortment of bags, mostly from Victoria’s Secret, in her hands. She glances over her shoulder and grumbles as she splashes through a puddle. Finally arriving at her car she reaches for the door handle but drops one her bags.
Noel Callaghan: “Son of a…”
With a sigh she crouches down to reach for the bag. As she stands back up she’s startled by the reflection she sees in the driver’s side window. She sees her own face staring back at her but also spots a pair of bright yellow contacts, and then immediately recognizes the woman as Proving Grounds star, Natasha.
Natasha: “In a rush so soon, Callaghan?”
Noel turns to face the woman who is wearing a sneer across her face. Natasha takes a step forward, causing Noel to step back, again into the puddle.
Natasha: “What’s in the bags? Mind if I take a look?”
Of course, Natasha had no interest in actually looking inside the bags, instead, she swipes them out of Noel’s hands, dropping them to the ground.
Natasha: “Go ahead, pick them up.”
Noel looks over each of her shoulders, hoping to find someone she can call to but finding no one. She raises her hands in the air and swallows hard as a slight tremor in her voice betrays her nerves.
Noel Callaghan: “L...look, I don’t want any trouble, okay? I just want to take my shit and go. Whatever’s between you and Ryan can stay between you and Ry…”
Noel’s voice trails off as her brow rises.
Noel Callaghan: “Why am I guessing you didn’t fly all the way out here just to chat?”
Natasha: “Because I didn’t…”
Her voice was cold, calculated, but otherwise, emotionless.
Natasha: “You know, for someone who wants things between Ryan and I to stay between us, you have had no problems making jokes on social media. Your entire family thinks I’m one big joke, don’t they?”
Natasha leans her face closer to Noel’s, who instinctively jerks her head back slowly to create some distance.
Natasha: “You don’t have to answer, your body language says it all. You’re afraid, aren’t you?”
The mysterious woman glares at Noel, her yellow eyes almost ripping into the soul of the visibly shaken young woman.
Noel can withstand the stare no longer and looks down towards the pavement as her voice lowers to a barely audible whimper.
Noel Callaghan: “I am. I’m sorry I…”
Without warning Noel lashes out with a left hand that connects flush to Natasha’s jaw, stunning the woman who drops to one knee, her hand slowly raising to her jaw. Noel’s confidence instantly puffs up as she steps forward, seemingly feeling her oats as she hovers over Natasha in a cocky manner.
Noel Callaghan: “Who’s scared now, huh bitch?!”
Natasha: “You shouldn’t have done that…”
Natasha lets out a scream and rises quicker than Noel expected. She shoves the young Callaghan sister into her car with enough force to drop the woman to the ground as she bounced off of her Mini-Cooper.
Natasha takes two steps and is standing over top of Noel who’s palm and chest first on the ground.
Natasha: “Now, pick up your bags and go…”
Noel glances up, pain etched over her face and slowly reaches her freshly manicured hand towards the assortment of bags on the ground, but as she does, Natasha takes a step forward and steps on her hand, crushing it between Natasha’s shoe and the pavement. As Noel screams out in pain a vindictive smile crosses Natasha’s lips.
Natasha: “What’s the matter, Noel? I thought you Callaghan’s found EVERYTHING funny? You think a slap to the face is going to put me down? Does Ryan think he stands a chance against me in Proving Grounds? Did he not take me serious when I told him that she RISES? He made things personal, you can thank him for this.”
Natasha applies more pressure onto the hand of Noel, laughing as she’s grinding it into the pavement.
Natasha: “Now THAT is funny...isn’t it?”
Noel’s screams echo through the parking garage but no one seems to hear them. In a last ditch effort to free herself she lashes out with her left hand, digging her nails into Natasha’s calf. Her assailant is unfazed though. Reaching down Natasha grabs a handful of Noel’s hair and begins to yank her upward, putting even more pressure on the younger Callaghan’s hand as she continues to scream out in pain.
Natasha: “Callaghan’s are supposed to be tough too, right? I came all the way to Boston for you to cry and you have the nerve to call ME the bitch?”
Natasha presses her lips together as her yellow eyes take on a more aggressive gaze than before.
Natasha: “Beg me to stop. I want to hear you say Natasha, PLEASE let me go. SAY IT or I’ll break your hand.”
Natasha leans down so she can more clearly hear Noel’s pathetic whimpering. The young girl’s eyes quiver with rage and pain as she stares into Natasha’s yellow contacts but instead of begging Natasha’s greeted by Noel spitting straight between her eyes.
Noel Callaghan: “You can go fuck yourself, BITCH!”
Natasha takes a hand and wipes the spit from her face, smiling.
Natasha: “You just don’t know when to stop do you? Let me help.”
She stands up, removing her foot from Noel’s hand. Callaghan slowly recoils her hand but Natasha quickly gives a brutal stomp to the hand and then drops to her chest, her face right next to Noel’s who is screaming in pain, her hand possibly broken.
Natasha: “Sometimes...screams go unheard.”
Natasha presses her lips just inches away from Noel’s ears.
Natasha: “Sometimes they are ignored. Give Ryan my best, and tell him that playtime is over.”
Natasha stands and kicks the shopping bags before disappearing behind the Mini-Cooper, leaving Noel Callaghan lying on the pavement of the parking garage, in need of medical attention.