Betty Morland ℘ [Robin Hood] (aclue) wrote in ourtrueselves, @ 2010-04-01 16:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | [npc] evey roderique-garza, betty peabody |
Who: Betty Peabody and Evey Roderique-Garza (NPC)
When: Thursday mid-afternoon, April 1st, 2010
Where: Evey's family's ranch house in Agua Dulce, Texas.
What: Betty finally gets some answers, the horrible way.
Rating: R for torture.
Betty could honestly say she hadn't been planning on it coming to this, and yet here she was. She hadn't trailed this Evey woman to her family's home in Agua Dulce, Texas specifically to torture her, at least Betty thought that hadn't been in the front of her mind when she'd reached the farm. Then again, it was hard to figure out what exactly had been her mind, what her intentions had been for hunting Frankie's shooter down. To have a nice little chat over a cup of tea? Fuck no. Betty and Robin were out for revenge for their friend, for Robin's brother in arms who'd been very nearly slain. They'd kept up a pretty good front about it, but truth be told, the mere thought of it still made their blood boil in a way Betty had never experienced before in her life. Even Kyle, who had been with her through most of the investigation, couldn't know the depths to which they really were out for blood. It was dangerous, she knew that, and it'd be much safer for her to ignore it all together, but they couldn't let this go. Not until Frankie had some justice for what had been done to her. Frankie and Kyle needed justice, and Betty needed answers.
It was early afternoon by the time Betty had reached the farm house. It hadn't been easy tracking Frankie's shooter down. At first it seemed like she and Kyle would never get anywhere with the investigation, everything seemed to lead to dead ends. And then they'd gotten their hands on that extra security footage with a somewhat clear shot of the shooter's face, after that, Betty had been filled with a cruel hope. They'd spent an entire weekend skulking around and Betty had spent even longer than that infiltrating some somewhat extremely shady places in order to get any sort of I.D. on the slightly blurry-faced woman in the security stills. At last she'd gotten a name, Evey Roderique-Garza, after that it'd been a bit easier. Using her connections inside Skin and hoping against hope that she actually was someone in CORE, she'd eventually learned from a few of the most disgusting men in the place where she would most likely find her. From there? Unbeknowest to everyone else, Betty had become a full fledged stalker. She'd learned quickly that Evey didn't have a permanent place of residence, she lived out of her car and in motels.
But luck had been with Betty Tuesday night when she'd run into that slimy worm Rowley Langton again at Skin, the same CORE member who'd given his own boss, CORE's head of surveillance Caleb Dowell, up. The same CORE member who she and Laura had tracked down at a later date to work some jedi mind tricks on him and get more information out of the little squealer. It had been far too easy for Betty to get what she wanted out of Rowley, the idiot didn't even remember her from before and all she had to do was sit on top of him for awhile and twist in the right ways to get him to talk. That's how she found herself MTNing to Texas that Thursday morning, after taking care of some affairs with Camelot and spending a really weird but enjoyable night with Sam and the Sullivans. As centered as Betty felt somedays, other days she still felt completely off kilter. She held strong loyalties to Camelot, or so she thought, considering she'd just spent the night before with three semi-known to very known CORE members two days before the official take down. But they weren't just CORE members, were they? They were her friends, and Leon was... Betty didn't care how deep her loyalties were to Camelot, she already knew she'd risk everything to keep him out of harms way. That was dangerous.
She'd waited. She'd chosen her moves carefully. She knew Evey was on her way back to Texas, and Langton had been kind enough to supply her with the exact location of the woman's parent's property. An excellent solution to the temporary problem of getting her alone where no one would bother them. As he had also been kind enough to tell her that Evey's parents were away for the next week, under the guise that Betty needed to do some business with Evey as she twisted and bent herself over him. The weak little perv hadn't stood a chance. It was morning when Betty had arrived at her destination and she spent the next few hours crouched in a tree, beginning to feel slightly rediculous when Evey had finally rolled up in the early afternoon. Betty had honestly lost track of the time and she didn't care much about it, she'd never been so intently focused on something in her entire life. One minute she was still crouched in the branches and then she was on the woman, having jumped down right on top of her and forcing her to the ground. There was a struggle, but Betty had come prepared. She couldn't pretend to be much of a match for most people, she was tall but she was skinny as a rail, she'd come equipped with a syringe and knocked Frankie's shooter unconcious.
--- Two hours later ---
Evey was conscious and shaking, blood was dripping from her face. While she'd been out Betty had brought her into the barn and tied her to a post. Evey let out another loud shriek as Betty crouched behind her, sticking another nail under her fingernail, huge burns on the woman's wrists from where the rope had been tied too tightly. Somewhere inside her, Betty was freaking out that she was the one who was provoking those sounds out of somebody, but for the most part, she'd become awash with a deadly calm since it started. Evey had been difficult at first, she'd refused to tell Betty anything even after Betty made it clear that she already knew she was in CORE. They'd gone back and forth, Evey had spit in her face, Betty had punched her until she bled. Then the nails came out and that's when Evey had slowly begun to unravel. Very slowly, but surely. The first thing to come out was that she was in CORE, which Betty already knew so that only angered her further. This woman wasn't a higher up, and what's more is Betty knew for certain that Evey had no connections to Frankie prior to the shooting, so she couldn't have been the only accomplice. She had reasoned at least that much while she'd sat there torturing the woman.
Torturing. That's what this was, wasn't it? Betty shook her head quickly to clear it and with that same cold determination she'd held onto for the last few hours, she walked back around to crouch down in front of Evey. The woman was whimpering, gulping in deep breaths and trying to maintain a steady glare in Betty's direction. If it weren't for the fact that she'd almost killed her friend, Betty might have felt pity for her. As it were. "Tell me who did it," Betty asked her for the hundredth time in that steady, soft tone of warning, resting her arms on her legs as she squatted in front of her captive, piercing brown eyes fixed on the blood stains lining Evey's cheeks. The woman didn't answer, she just stared at the ground until Betty wrenched her face up forcibly to meet hers, losing patience. "Tell me who did it, bitch, or I'll drive a nail straight through one of your fucking fingers! Let's see if you start remembering things then." Her tone was dripping with ice, and even as the words came out of her mouth Betty could hardly believe they had. What had she become? Was this what she was turning into, had the war really hardened her this much? Or was this just the simple, desperate act in the name of a friend who was in pain.
Evey coughed once, then a few more times, remaining stubbornly silent as the red head and the brunette gazed at each other. Betty wasn't backing down and she was losing patience so she leaned over to grab another nail and reached around to shove it under the woman's thumb. Her scream made Betty shiver, and she immediately retracted it, breathing hard as she leaned back on her heels and glared at Evey, every bit of her resolve dangerously weakening. Frankie had been shot. Frankie, Much, had been shot. She could feel Robin in her head, shocked at the lengths she had resorted to, but he wasn't stopping her either. He loved Much. This woman tied up in front of them had shot their friend, and what's worse? It could have just as easily been someone else. It could have been Aimee, it could have been Phin, it could have been Leon. Someone else that Betty cared deeply about could have ended up in the bed right next to Frankie. With those thoughts in mind Betty's blood pressure rose further and her heart thumped steadily, almost violently inside her chest as she reached for one of Evey's fingers and bent it all the way backwards until it broke. Evey's screams filled her ears again and Betty shut her eyes for a moment before opening them and gritting her teeth.
"Tell me. Who the fuck ordered the hit on my friend." For half a second Betty couldn't even believe that the woman had finally spoken, and so it took a full minute or two for Evey's words to really reach her ears.
"Mercedes Palmer," Evey rasped, and cried out in pain again, shutting her eyes against it and Betty's world began to spin. Somehow she'd managed to clean Evey up a bit, her hands shaking the entire time and once all the blood had been washed from her face Betty stood up, swaying a bit as she did. "We'll be back to arrest you in the morning," she said after a moment in a strained voice, not exactly feeling guilty for leaving her there but not feeling... right about it. About any of it, what she'd just done. She just had to keep telling herself that Evey Roderique-Garza had shot Frankie Thomas. ...And Mercedes Palmer had been the one who'd ordered it. Betty barely made it out the barn door before she was doubled over, half collapsed behind a tree and puking until there was nothing left.
Five minutes later her cell phone beeped a message from Ted that Michael Morgan had been killed, and her world came crashing down around her.