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hannah west is an indigo child (indigochild) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2012-07-12 23:58:00

Entry tags:

enigma, hannah west

WHO: Hannah West and Enigma
WHAT: Enigma wants to upset Jonathan.
WHEN: Nighttime.
RATING: Probably high. (See warnings.)
STATUS: In Progress
WARNINGS: This scene could, and probably will, include depictions of physical abuse, torture, and terror, not to mention bad language and, at least to some extent, mentions of other instances of past abuse of others. Read at your own risk and, when the time comes, the thread will be locked so only players of the game can read it. You have been warned.

Whoever is responsible for this is going to pay.

That was the first thought that Hannah West had when she first awoke. Her memory of where she'd been before waking up was still a fairly large blank, and any understanding or insight into who might be responsible was even more lacking than that. However, as her eyes fluttered open and she realized she was in a dark room without any discernible means of escape, her first thought had most definitely been that whoever was behind the assumed abduction was going to regret it.

Granted, such a thought was little comfort considering, for all of her bravado and intelligence, Hannah was still very much a little girl attempting to exist in a world with adults she neither understood nor had much in common with. The fact was, she was alone, she was in a dark place she didn't know, and she was afraid.

Scratch that. She was terrified.

However, never let it be said that she wasn't capable of keeping her calm even in such trying times. Because while most girls her age - and some three, even four times, older - might have begun screaming and beating at the walls, demanding to know where they were and what was going on, Hannah managed to keep her cool. She simply raised one arm from her seated position and felt outward, into the darkness, in search of anything that might give her an idea of where she was. Unfortunately, that didn't do much good when all she felt was something smooth to the touch that she soon recognized as metal in the form of what felt like a wall, but she did feel a little better that she'd at least identified one side of her makeshift prison.

Licking her dry lips, the girl swallowed hard then forced her voice to remain as calm as possible as she called out into the empty space around her, "Hello? Is anyone there?" Pausing, she bit back any threats she wanted to make, instead hoping that maybe she could fall back on the innocent girl routine that had served her so well in the past. Putting a purposeful waver into her tone, she tried again.

"W-Whoever you are, I don't have any money and my parents aren't here. No one is going to come looking for me."

Which wasn't entirely true, really. Hannah was pretty sure, if she went missing long enough, that Jonathan would come looking for her. However, she wasn't about to admit such a thing to whoever was responsible. Instead she waited for a heartbeat then tried again in a tone that wasn't quite as wavering as before as much as it was bordering on downright annoyed, if not angry.

"Hello?!? I know you can hear me. No one sticks somebody in a room then doesn't have some way to keep track of them. What do you want?"

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indigochild
2012-07-13 05:56 am UTC (link)

When the cane hit her in the head, Hannah wasn't quite quick enough to stop her grunt of pain. In fact, the only real solace she took in that moment was that she didn't burst into tears. And, when the fire stopped a few heartbeats later, she swallowed her pride and even dropped to the floor. Distantly she was aware of something she'd read, once, about assuming the fetal position when being beaten if only to protect her internal organs and head as best she could. Which was precisely what she did, with her hands going around her head and her knees tucked up as close to her chest as she could get them. Squeezing her eyes shut, she willed the woman attacking her to go away. However, when that didn't happen, she tried to think beyond the pain from the blows upon her body courtesy of the cane.

"He barely knows me!" she managed to cry out, hoping - even if she knew it was in vain - that her attacker might listen. "He won't have a broken heart! He won't!" In that one moment, with that one utterance, Hannah found herself extremely glad that the honesty that had inflicted the city lately was no longer in place. Because while she knew that Jonathan was more than capable of moving beyond her death, she also knew that the words she was speaking at the moment weren't necessarily true. Her demise would weigh heavily upon him, she was certain of it.

Idly, in the back of her mind as she struggled with whatever else she could think to say that might keep the attack from continuing, Hannah wondered if this was how Stacy Vollmer had felt before she'd died. Alone, terrified, without a friend in the world and with no real understanding of the situation that she was dealing with. Never before had Hannah felt empathy for the bitch that had ruined her life that Marlon had killed. However in that moment, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, allowing someone to face their death while alone and frightened wasn't a fate worse than just plain death itself.

Stifling a sob as best she could, Hannah called out from her prone position, in a clearly trembling voice, "Please. Just let me go. Please."

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	_enigma 2012-07-13 10:22 am UTC (link)
	"Not a chance, cutie." She said, kicking at Hannah's ribs. "I want you to die, so that he suffers." she said cheerily, before swinging her cane around again to hit the girl. She then knelt, looking at Hannah, petting her hair. "You see, he's a fool, and old, and pops would be proud of me taking him out. But first, I need him to hurt, so that he'll like me." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

indigochild
2012-07-23 10:07 pm UTC (link)

This girl was absolutely insane. That was the only conclusion Hannah could reach as she lay on her side, curled up into as small of a ball as she could manage following the kick that she was certain cracked at least a few ribs. Trying to keep her breathing even and not move around too much in case she might puncture a lung, Hannah peered up through her matted blond hair at Enigma, her brow furrowing as she tried to make sense - any sense at all - of what was happening.

Knowing that begging wasn't working, and knowing she wasn't about to talk her way out of it through logic either, the girl finally decided to take action in a different way. Maybe, just maybe, if she caught the woman off guard, she could figure out how to escape. It was worth a shot and, in the few seconds she had, Hannah opted to take it.

With a vicious kick outward with one foot in the hopes of making contact with one of Enigma's knees, Hannah quickly scrambled into a crouched position and surged to her feet. Unfortunately she didn't make it a foot or so before gravity caught up with her and she stumbled. Fortunately she was able to stop herself before she hit the ground but, even still standing, she only found herself facing a wall. Turning on her heel to face her foe, her eyes widened as she took a few trembling steps backward to try and keep as much distance between them as possible.

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	_enigma 2012-07-24 01:29 am UTC (link)
	"Not smart, little one," Enigma said, rubbing her knee before straightening and raising the cane again. She screamed as a gunshot sounded, cane flying from her hand in a spray of blood. She turned, clutching her hand, glaring at Jonathan who stood behind her in full scarecrow costume. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	andintheendfear 2012-07-24 01:30 am UTC (link)
	Jonathan kept his gaze on Enigma, moving around her towards Hannah, reaching out his hand for the girl. "Stupid mistake, mini-Riddler," he hissed, his voice enraged even through the mask. "Not even your father would be stupid enough to touch what was mine." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

indigochild
2012-07-25 08:11 pm UTC (link)

Hannah had braced herself for the next strike, arm coming up in the hopes of fending off the attack a bit. Her eyes slid closed as seconds turned into what felt like hours... only to have everything take a sudden, sharp twist when a gunshot sounded instead of the pain of the cane hitting her. Eyes flying open, it took Hannah a heartbeat before she realized what was going on. The relief she felt at the sight of Jonathan was almost enough to bring her to tears, if part of her wasn't terrified that she was just imagining him being there.

Needless to say, when he came toward her and offered his hand, she reached for it without a second of hesitation. Touching him, knowing he was real, made her legs all but shake with relief that the ordeal was finally over and, most importantly, she had survived. Yes, she was burnt and bruised and bloodied, and she was pretty sure she had at least a few broken ribs, but she was still alive. That was what mattered.

Drawing in a shuddering breath, she stepped closer to Jonathan if only to feel that much more secure as she gazed over at Enigma. In fact, any semblance of fear she'd felt had faded into a cold, calculating stare.

"I think it's pretty obvious who the fool is now, cutie," she finally spit out, her grip on Jonathan's hand unconsciously tightening as she addressed her attacker.

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andintheendfear
2012-07-26 04:50 am UTC (link)

Jonathan lifted Hannah up into his arms, easily holding her despite her age. "Rest," he whispered to her, before raising the gun at Enigma again. "If you ever look at her, let alone touch her or anything else that is under my protection, I will tear you apart with my fingernails. Learn your place, child." he said before slipping from the death traps, easily disarming them as he was familiar with their set up.

Outside, he laid Hannah in his truck, petting her hair. "Hannah, we need to get you checked out, do you want to go to the clinic or do you trust me enough to do this at my apartment?"

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