Mia Jesbar (miaj) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2009-03-23 21:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | mia jesbar, purifiers plot |
Who: Mia Jesbar, NPC captives, NPC Purifiers (narrative)
What: Torture, kidnapping, killing.
When: Hours after Mia went missing, Friday/Saturday sometime.
Where: Undisclosed location. Some holding cell/room somewhere.
Warnings: Um. Yes. Very very dark. Probably an R, I don't know. Seriously, don't read this, kids. It's messed up. It's also a bit long.
Mia woke slowly, groggier than she could remember waking in a long time. Everything felt dull and sleepy, and she just wanted to close her eyes and go back to the darkness. At first she almost thought she was dreaming, but the sounds of crying next to her made her realize otherwise.
It was enough to cause her alarm and push her mind through the fogginess just a little. She didn't remember anything at first, nothing recent that could explain this. The last thing she remembered was earlier this... morning? She didn't even know what time it was now. Regardless of the murky feeling that had settled on her mind, her habits and training were kicking in. The first task was to assess the situation. What did she know?
She was in a room, with one door to her left. No windows. She was sitting quite uncomfortably in some sort of metal chair. Her muscles were sluggish, everything felt like it was in slow motion, but she looked down. She saw she was bound to the chair at her ankles, waist, and shoulders. The chair was bolted to the floor. Her arms had been pulled behind her back and bound to the back of the chair just above the wrist. Well, this wouldn't be the first time she was taken captive, and not the last.
She could see an IV bag to the side of the chair, with a tube going into her arm. Of course. Drugs. Some sort of sedative or tranquilizer. Had to account for not being able to feel the restraints and -- she froze for a moment. The Force wasn't there. It was gone. Just emptiness out there. What in the...
Someone crying and sniffling to her right got her attention again. Mia looked over to see two teenage girls bound the same way she was, also with IV needles in their arms. Both were sobbing quietly, and somehow, she knew she was supposed to know them. Mia slowly backtracked to the last thing she remembered.
They'd gotten a call about two teenagers who hadn't come home. Mia remembered going to the girl's houses and talking to both sets of parents. She remembered following leads and had apparently been asking too many questions or had raised the wrong kind of attention. Things got fuzzy around this point in her memories, but she knew there had been something to cause her some alarm, because she recalled she'd started to go back to X-Factor for back up. Before she'd gotten far, she'd been ambushed and surrounded. That had been the reason for turning back, to avoid that situation. She just hadn't been fast enough, or the warning from the Force had come too late. She'd put up a good fight, but even that only lasted so long when she'd been completely outnumbered, then eventually overtaken and knocked out.
Whatever had happened, exactly, here she was. As far as she could tell, her weapons, phone, everything was gone, and the restraints were metal and useless to fight against, especially in her drugged state. Mia tried to say something to the girls, but all that came out was a croak. Swallowing carefully, she tried again.
"Emily? Chandra?" She hoped she remembered the names right.
Both girls looked over at her. "You're awake," the one closest to her said, sniffling through tears. She was pretty sure that one was Emily.
Mia tried to smile, but was aware it probably looked more like a grimace. "Yeah. Hey, you guys know where we are?" Even her tongue felt swollen and drugged.
"The crazy men kidnapped us after school," Chandra said, starting to cry again, and Mia could now see various cuts and bruises on their faces, a swollen and cut lip on one of them, the remnants of a bloody nose on another. Strange circular bruises dotted their arms.
"Do you know why? What happened?" Even as she talked, Mia tried to establish a full connection with the Force, but it just wouldn't come. It was hard to re-orient herself to a state without the Force.
"They keep asking us questions," Emily supplied, sporting a particularly vicious bruise on her temple and cuts on her hands. "And calling us things like 'mutie' and sayin' we're evil. We barely even knew we were different..." she trailed off. "We can't use our powers now though. They did somethin'."
...Oh dear Force. The dread settled in her stomach like a block of duracrete. They were being held by some sort of anti-mutant group? Great. Just great. "Your parents are worried about you, but I came looking for you, and I promise, we're gonna get outta here, okay? I promise. Can either of you--"
Mia was cut off by the door opening and the girls went silent instantly. Several men and a woman came in. All looked particularly excited about something, and all looked particularly vicious.
The man that appeared to be their leader stopped a short distance in front of Mia. "Give us the names of all the mutants and abnormal humans you know. There's no need to make this harder on yourself."
Was he kidding? That was it? When there was no reply from her, he backhanded her hard. Her head snapped to the side, but she looked back up at him without a word.
"We already know you work for X-Factor," he practically spit the name, "you help mutants and other subhumans. Your wallet identifies you as an employee. So give me the names of your co-workers and other mutie friends."
That was followed by a punch to the jaw when there was no reply. She was dazed, but remained quiet. There was another punch to her abdomen, others to her face, but she refused to answer. Finally, the leader snapped his fingers and another man came forward, jabbing a syringe ruthlessly into her arm.
Mia scoffed. "Needles? You're gonna have to do better than that." But she hissed as whatever had been in there enhanced her pain receptors. The other drug was still working to make her sluggish and weak, and she couldn't get ahold of the Force, but now everything stung and hurt like hell. Mia gritted her jaw. She reminded herself she'd had worse.
"We have a group already in place that's surrounded X-Factor," the man told her as he began pacing. "Ready to strike and kill anyone inside, unless you give us the names of all the subhumans you know."
She knew several moments of extreme, cold fear that ran straight through her. "You're lying." He had to be. But her voice was hoarser than she would've liked, and the pain was getting worse and making it harder to concentrate. She was feeling dizzy more than ever.
"And just how do you know I'm lying?" he mocked.
Mia almost retorted that they had no idea who they were dealing with, but she realized that they did know, and that was the most frightening part. She fought uselessly against the restraints and had to hope he was lying, and trust that the others could handle themselves, if this guy was somehow telling the truth.
"You know," she tried, ignoring the weird shakes and tremors throughout her body, "I was born 'normal', just like you. There's nothing wrong with people who have special abilities, they--"
Another man in the group walked up to Chandra and struck her twice. She cried out and Mia leaned forward as best she could, glaring at the men as another walked behind Emily. "Hey! Leave her alone!"
"Not unless you tell me what I want to know, and leave out the lies," the leader snarled. "You're all filth. You're all unclean abominations. Strong Guy, Multiple Man, Mystique, Wolfsbane, Anakin Solo, are these names of people you work with?"
Before Mia could even open her mouth to answer, the second man snapped Emily's wrist. The girl screamed and began sobbing, her face losing all of its color.
"Stop it! Leave her alone!" Mia shouted angrily, a sinking feeling starting as she realized they were more sick and ruthless than she'd thought. "You already have the information you want, just leave them alone! Let them go, I'm the one you want."
The leader smiled, but there was no warmth in it. "I want more names, and I want what they can do. Every time you withhold information from me, one of them gets hurt. But you need more convincing."
Before she could blink, the man who'd hit Chandra had pulled out a gun and placed the muzzle directly at her forehead. Chandra screamed and both girls began crying harder.
"Hey!" Mia yelled, "you don't need to do that, stop it and leave them out of--"
The gun was fired, and Chandra's screams were silenced.
Time seemed to stop. Emily was in near hysterics, trying to not look at the sight of her dead schoolmate but trapped in a chair not four feet from the body.
Mia had turned her head away at the sound of the gunshot. She was frozen in shock, shaking slightly. She couldn't believe what had just... It had all happened so fast. She'd had no time to give them any answer before they...
"Emily," Mia found herself saying quietly, her voice trembling a little, "don't look at her. Don't look at her. Look away."
The group was bringing in a cart with some sort of machine on it and setting it up, and Mia was barely aware of it. The leader was saying something smugly to Mia, but she didn't hear it. The room felt cold. If it'd just been her they'd kidnapped, she wouldn't have cared about whatever they might do to her. She'd been through this sort of thing before. Attacked, kidnapped, drugged, tortured for information. She'd been trained for it, knew how to handle it, could handle it again. But the girls? They were 15, 16. Too young to be mixed up in this. And now one of them was dead, after Mia promised them they'd get out of there.
They'd just murdered a teenage girl in cold blood. And there was another one they could do the same to if Mia didn't talk. Mia slowly looked over at Emily, their eyes meeting. The girl was sitting rigid in her chair, her eyes wide and terrified as she cried. She was apparently having the same thoughts as Mia.
Mia looked at her with a silent apology. She couldn't give up a bunch of people to save this one girl -- right? But she couldn't sit here and have another girl murdered next to her in the same room. There was no way of escape even if they weren't drugged, no Force to do any mind control, and Emily's new power was useless. Even if Mia did talk, they'd both likely get killed anyway.
"Don't tell them anything," Emily whispered, seeing the dilemma on Mia's face. "Don't say anything. I won't either."
Mia nodded as firmly as she could. "Just talk to me if you need to. I'm here," she said as the men placed an electrode on Mia's arm and one on Emily's arm. Mia realized now where the strange circular bruises she'd noticed before on the girls' skin had come from.
"Let's see if this will help you remember some of those names," the leader said as they prepped the machine.
"My friends will find us," Mia told Emily. "It's gonna be okay," she lied just before the first shock was delivered to both of them.