Characters: Billy Kaplan, Tony Stark Setting: Kashmir Content: Violence? Summery: Escape
He woke wet and naked, gasping for breath. It was rather like being born. Only there were guns pointed at him. Some of the bidders weren't ready to take his kidnappers at their word, and wanted proof of his magical abilities. An inhibitor collar was roughly attached round his neck, and they tossed a towel at him as they ushered him into another room. He clung at it with a confused expression, holding it round himself as he was shoved into the center of a circle of men.
He didn't understand what they were saying, and he blinked as what he hoped was water dripped from his hair, looking down and taking in the glyph on the floor, encircling him. He tried to place it, but he'd only studied them in passing, and he was feeling a bit light headed from the lack of oxygen.
One of the men motioned for him to touch it, and at the cocking of a gun he did so, kneeling and pressing his fingers to the unfamiliar lines. A burst of energy exploded from them, knocking the men back, and Billy ran, immediately throwing himself through the nearest door and slamming it shut behind him, chest heaving. He threw all his weight back against the door as he tried to figure out how the hell he was going to get out of here.