Billy 'Wiccan' Kaplan (imarealboy) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2010-01-09 15:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: location: new york, z: om1: past character: billy kaplan |
I remember the time I was kidnapped and they sent a piece of my finger to my father.
Characters: Billy Kaplan, Kidnappers
Setting: NYC Streets
Content: Swearing, Possible violence
Summary: Someone recognizes what Billy is.
They'd been following him for a while now, since spying the boy outside Stark Tower. The driver and the passenger were arguing in hushed voices, one more convinced then the other that he had what they were looking for. Finally, seeing he was approaching a bus stop, they pulled over, and the passenger side window was rolled down to reveal a smiling, but slightly flustered face.
"Excuse me? Sorry, could you...we're a little bit lost?" the man said, gesturing for the boy to come forward, a hint of an accent to his voice. He seemed to buy the lost stranger act, stepping forward with a small smile. "Where are you trying to get to?" he asked pleasantly. The man returned the smile, "There's this store we're trying to find, but I can't remem-" he waited until the boy was close enough before his hand snatched out to grab his chin, twisting it roughly so that he could look into his eyes. There was a certain something in there, reflected in the black pools, something he'd been trained to spot, and his lips curled. "He's got it."
He opened his door abruptly, the door frame smashing the boy in the forehead and sending him toppling over, momentarily stunned. The side door of the van was thrown open, and the man dragged the boy to his feet, hurling him inside before he could protest, crawling in after him and the vehicle sped off.
"Test him," the driver was insisting, not trusting a simple glance in the eyes. The other man glowered a moment, trying to contain the struggling boy, straddling him, with one hand over his mouth while the other was trying to grab a small vial from his pocket. Once he found what he was looking for he uncorked it with his teeth, tilting the bottle like a woman might with a sample of perfume, passing the vial off to the driver and placing his wet fingertip to the boy's forehead. There was a small sizzle and a muffled cry as the boy screamed, jerking roughly.
Both men smiled now. And the boy was struck hard round the head to knock him out until they got to the teleporter.