Fic: Blast Away 1/1 Dark Angel
Title: Blast Away Author: Lopaka Tanu Disclaimer: I do not own Dark Angel. Characters: Alec Words: 1312 Prompt: Dark Angel, Alec, Alec is disorientated when someone tries or does rape him Fandom: Dark Angel Pairing: Alec/Unknown Rating: Adult Warnings: Language, Mentioned Sexual Activity. Sequel To: Transmitting Signal....Now! and Least Resistance. Summary: Alec escapes his captivity with questions and bad memories. Author's Note: Kinda confusing if you haven't read the first two, third in a line of six ficlets. ______________________________________
Dust fell from the rafters above. It showered him, peppering his cheeks and causing his eyes to flutter. Battered and used, his body felt so heavy that he hurt to move. Every muscle felt torn from overworking. Even his lips were bruised. Licking them, he groaned softly.
His throat ached. Voice cracking, he groaned again. Pain flared in his back as a cramp made him curl on his side. Wincing, he tried to reach back to rub it. More muscles contracted from cramps and he cried out.
A deep, base thump echoed in the cell. The ceiling shook, causing dust to fall once more upon him.
This time, the noise was loud enough to drag him from his body's complaints. Opening his eyes was useless. All he could make out were dark shapes. It took him a moment to realize why he couldn't see. There was no direct light. Alec blinked to clear his blurry vision.
When at last he could see clearly, there was nothing to indicate where exactly he was. The walls were made of flaking bricks and the ceiling was rotting ancient timbers. Even the floors were filthy. Mold clung in the folds of cement, darkening the cracks between joints. About all he knew as that this was a basement.
Turning over his hands he encountered soft material. The material matched what he was wearing, he realized. He looked at the bed he was laid out on in shock. Dirt and bits of wood covered them, but the expensive silk was quite easily identified. He was dressed in fine pajamas on an equally pricy bed.
Confusion filled him. He tried to remember how he had gotten there, but came up empty. Pain suddenly throbbed behind his eyes and he cried out. Reaching up, he rubbed at the bridge of his nose.
What the hell was going on here?
He wanted to ask someone. The urge to say it aloud was strong, even if it was a stupid move. For starters, he was the only one he could tell was around. To that effect, he stopped to listen.
More thumping echoed back at him. Alec frowned. Some were louder than others, they all contained the same pattern though. His addled mind took a few seconds to process and kick out the answer.
Wherever he was was under attack. The thumps were shells landing and exploding.
As if to confirm this, the timbers above him shook again. Debris rained down upon him. There was less of it this time, which meant the explosion was further away.
Straining the limits of his enhanced hearing gave him nothing more. He couldn't tell if there was anyone beyond the room. In fact, he didn't even know if there was something beyond the room.
He couldn't see a doorway from his side, so he had to sit up. Panic filled him with dread, but he had to do it. Gritting his teeth, he sucked in a quick breath. Then he sat up.
His vision whited out as agonizing spasms clenched the muscles of his entire lower half. He whimpered, clawing at the sheets to keep from screaming. Forcing himself to work past the pain, he raised his head to look at the one wall he couldn't see before. To his relief, he found an open doorway.
He let go with a gasp. Falling back against the pillows, his eyes fluttered shut. Alec drifted back into unconsciousness with a sigh of relief.
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The smell of freshly tilled earth was the first thing to register in Alec's mind. It tickled his nose and he reached up to wipe it away. The muscles in his arms protested a little, but no where near as much as before. Before?
Confused, Alec opened his eyes. His head hurt in several places. A throbbing caused his eyes to sting. Blinking back the tears, he studied the ceiling directly above him.
Sunlight filtered through holes in the roof. The brilliant white light lit up the rotting beams overhead and the memories of the before slowly filtered in. He was in an underground bunker, or, so he assumed it was a bunker. The walls and reinforced ceiling kinda gave him a hint.
He reached up to dust off his face and hair. It was useless, though, as only a thorough cleansing would remove it all. That done, he listened for more bombing. The only sound he heard was a distant flow of wind. There was even a bird singing somewhere out there.
Alec huffed. The bombing was over.
Sighing, he tried to figure out just what had happened. His memory was blank in a lot of places, only a few sensations remained. Strongest among them was the impression of lips on his neck. Closing his eyes, he touched the mark on his skin. The phantom sensation of someone growling against the wound sent a shiver through him. Even without hearing it again, he knew that voice.
He was suddenly sick at his stomach. Pushing it from his mind, he fought at the urge to panic. There was nothing he could do about it now. It had or hadn't happened. He would deal with it later.
Right now, he needed to focus on getting out of here, he knew. Pushing past the pain, he sat up on the bed. It was more manageable this time and he had little trouble spinning to dangle his feet over the side. He slid off the bed to land on the cold floor with a hiss. Even the soles of his feet hurt.
It didn't matter, though, he was on his way out of there.
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Alec held up a hand to block the sunlight as he climbed the last of the steps. They had only been twenty meters from his cell, but the walk to them and climb up had taken a good fifteen minutes. His ass and thighs were killing him and he had to clutch at the wall to keep standing.
None of that mattered, though, he was free. The morning air never smelled so good. Even with the hints of gun powder and scorched earth, it was a wonderful thing to take in. He took several deep breaths just because he could.
The moment his head cleared the staircase, he began to look around. There wasn't much to see at first. The stairs were encased in a brick and mortar foundation. Obviously they were all that was left of the original building. From the layout, he assumed it was an office building of some type, prepulse.
Beyond that was more flat earth and foundations. There were several of them, most shattered and scorched from the shelling. His eyebrows hit his hair when he saw the horizon line. As far as his eyes could see were bombed out buildings. Nothing was left standing above its foundation. Very few even had that much height.
Someone had gone to a lot of trouble to level this place. His instincts told him that he didn't want to stick around to see if they would come back.
A breeze kicked up, pebbling his skin with goosebumbs. Feeling his chest harden, he was grateful for the pajama bottoms. He clutched his arms tight against himself and climbed the rest of the way out.
Barefoot, he made his way over the rubble. He found a nearby exit to the building and steps that led down into a courtyard. Alec stumbled a couple times, but quickly regained his balance. As he walked, he searched for anything or anyone that would give him a clue.
He found nothing. The world had been bombed out of existence.
With nothing to hold him here, he defaulted to his prime location. Looking up at the sky, he wished for nightfall. At least with the stars he could tell his position and how far he was from Seattle.