Derek Reese (derek__reese) wrote in abaeterno_rpg, @ 2022-01-09 11:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, c: derek reese, c: marcus wright, c: sabrina spellman, l: terminator, u: peter maximoff, u: stephen strange |
RP: Derek/Group C
Who: Derek/John/Group C
When: early morning, January 9th
Where: Cabin for group C
What: Derek returns from a little solo treatment aka torture
Derek fucking hated the bitch. He knew the term was incorrect. She wasn't a woman, but a machine that happened to look like a woman. Cameron, that's what she liked to be called, had reached a whole new level when it came to torture, because she didn't want Derek dead, she wanted him broken. The tiny blades cut, but never cause any long term damage, but the lemon juice poured over those wounds cut a lot deeper. The experiments on his eyes and nerves left him shaking for days. On the outside, though, Derek's only wound was a cut on his cheek that she didn't even do. One of the T-800 had pushed him and he'd fallen and hit the corner of a table. She would never be so rudimentary.
After two days with Cameron (with breaks for food and water, because again she didn't want him to die), he stumbled his way back to his barrack. It was still early and the prisoners were indoors. The terminators didn't count prisoners, they didn't have to, because people here lived or died and they didn't care unless they were being interrogated. No one escaped, and no one certainly came in here voluntarily. Except that there were more people that he'd left. He might have missed it, with the whole being tortured thing, but usually terminators arriving with new humans were loud.
"Are you all right?" Matt, another member of the resistance, asked.
"Fine. Who are all these people?" Derek asked.
Matt shrugged. "Just showed up yesterday morning. We didn't hear anything, though."
Derek made his way to his spot, eyes on the new group. He grabbed the knife he had hidden (not that terminators worried about a knife) and tossed it in the middle of the room. People got quiet. "Cut your hand." He stared at the group despite the fact that he wanted nothing but to go asleep, but if they had an infiltrator, better know now.