clarke griffin (elise daniels) (deathishergift) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2019-02-02 06:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, #plot: kidnapping, *el, *lena, *maxi, *sarah, *tiny, alicia spinnet, clark kent, clarke griffin, eliot black-lupin, shania andor |
log: kidnapped scenes
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Alicia groaned as she looked around the five-point room. The last thing any of them needed was another adventure in being kidnapped. She tried a couple of wandless spells but nothing happened, just like before.
“Everyone okay? Or okay as you can be?” She asked although that seemed to be already established. Her eyes drifted to Clarke as she narrowed her eyes, this was all too familiar.
Clarke looked at Alicia with a similar expression. It might have been funny if she didn’t have such bad memories of the last time they’d both been kidnapped by COS. “I’m okay,” she said. She knew she didn’t have to tell Alicia she meant physically. Mentally, emotionally, this was bringing back memories she never wanted to relive, but Clarke was good at ignoring her emotions and her trauma and focusing on a problem.
Alicia nodded when she heard Clarke speak, okay was relative, they were alive, breathing, didn’t look broken. “Magic’s out again,” she said more to Clarke than to the others. “Guess they’ve kept that trick up.” She looked around spotting a few places that looked a little weaker, she used her eyes to show Clarke them as she spoke. “So, the rest of you?” She asked speaking to Kal, Shania and Eliot even though she wasn’t really looking at them.
Eliot's head hurt. His everything hurt - he could vaguely hear voices as he came around, blinking himself awake to the sound of somebody muttering something about magic and tricks. Magic. While he didn't use his magic, he was used to the constant feeling of magic under his skin. That was suddenly gone and he felt like he'd lost a limb or a sense, feeling panic rise in his chest. His panic attacks were mostly internal, but that didn't make this any less embarrassing when his breathing slowed down and he stopped feeling like the world was crumbling away at his feet. He hadn't failed. He'd done well and he could have gone back having proven himself, but now- now he just felt like he was useless, like a stupid kid. “... How long have we been in here?” He asked eventually, his voice cracking on the words.
Kal had woken before the others, as far as he could tell, though after trying in vain to move or use any of his powers, he had sank back into his corner of the room and tried to gather his thoughts together to plan some kind of escape. Yet as he heard voices from other parts of the strange room, he’d yet to come up with anything. “I’m okay. Powerless, but unharmed.” A wriggle or two earlier had relieved the fear that he’d been stabbed with Kryptonite, plus he didn’t feel as though he was dying, so that was a decent indicator that the toxic green rock was nowhere in his vicinity. “I’m not sure how long we’ve been here. I wonder how the others are.”
“Well, at least they’re consistent,” Clarke said accompanied by a slight, bitter laugh. It wasn’t funny. Nothing about this was funny. She and Alicia had both been here before. Knowing it was probably a sign that COS was getting desperate didn’t do much to soothe her, but it was important that she stay calm.
“We’re going to be okay,” she said, as she glanced at the spots Alicia had indicated. “We’re going to get out of here.” COS was probably listening, but she didn’t care. She didn’t know how long they’d been here already, but she knew their people would come for them and in the meantime they’d look for any chance they had to escape. They might have stripped everyone of their weapons and their powers, but that didn’t mean they were helpless.
Alicia looked at each of them trying to will them all to be free but it did no good, she knew it wouldn’t. She hated being stuck again, and taken by COS again.
“Well, how hungry are you all?” She asked as it seemed none of them really knew how long they’d been gone. She knew COS might try and starve them but it was sometimes a good way to judge how long they’d been kept.
“I’m hungry.” Kal admitted, with a soft laugh, “but I’m always pretty hungry. Alien metabolism…” He trailed off, focusing on himself more acutely for a moment, trying to gage his hunger. “I think, it feels like I haven’t eaten in the last twenty four hours.”
Alicia narrowed her eyes at Kal but she did manage a small smile. She nodded as he said it felt like it’d been at least 24 hours, that seemed to make sense to her too, she glanced to the others to see what they had to say.
Clarke was quiet for a moment as she took a mental inventory of her own needs. Listening to Kal and Alicia, she nodded her head. “I’d say it feels like it’s been at least a day, but probably not much more than that.” She knew full well how hunger and dehydration would affect them the longer they went without food and water.
The voices, the voices of the agents and the other captives were weighing on Alicia, the sting from the needle felt like the end of the world. Things were hopeless. She knew now that there was no rescuing them, she knew in that very moment as some agent was asking her if she preferred willow wood or oak wood floors. Alicia’s eyes didn’t even meet the agents as her mind started to go down the dark path of never being free, never getting back to her family, abandoning Laura.
Alicia tried to snap out of it, try and tell herself it was possible, and she couldn’t feel it, it felt wrong as tears of hopelessness started to fall down her eyes. She couldn’t imagine a life where things would be okay, and she couldn’t picture the smiling faces of her friends and family. See her dogs excitement when she got home, all the normal mental tricks she’d learned to keep herself strong were gone, crushed in a million pieces never to come back again.
The minutes, no the seconds were getting longer as she was asked pointless question after pointless question. It dragged on, do you like sparkling or still water? Do you call it with bubbles or with gas? What kind of hairbrush do you like? Do you like blankets or pillows better? Alicia stopped even bothering to try answering the questions after what must have been days. There was no sense of hope as the agents one by one left them alone again.
There was a stirring in her as the pain that must have been imaginary lifted from the injection site, she was exhausted. Looking around the room she saw different expressions from the other four being kept, whatever they'd done to them started to wear off. She didn't feel soul-crushingly hopeless anymore, there were still tinges of it, but as her breathing started to steady, Alicia Spinnet started to believe they'd get out of this again.
Pride was a foreign emotion to Eliot. It wasn’t that he’d never been proud of anything before in his life, but himself? No, that was...weird. But as it was, he didn’t feel weird. He felt as though he didn’t belong here. Why him? Why the one time he’d actually stepped up, been brave and been determined to prove to his family and to his friends that he could do this? That he was capable? He was aware as the serum took effect that somebody was yelling in his face, but for a while all he could do was stare to the side with a grimace as the nausea wore off and the dizziness faded.
“How old are you?” the first question had been repeated ten times now and it was the first time he actually acknowledged it, jutting his chin in the air in response. No. He was too good for stupid questions like these.
“If you’re going to interrogate me, at least make it import-”
“What school did you go to?”
“Why is that even fucking relevant?”
“Would you rather have a pet cat or a pet succulent?”
“A cat- I don’t get this. Did you just kidnap us to ask us our fucking preferences?!”
Six hours. Six hours of arguing with a COS agent that didn’t even respond except to ask him another inane question about things that didn’t even matter in the grand scheme of things. They weren’t even relevant to Atlantis, but she left and Eliot slowly felt the effects wear off, his voice raspy.
“What the fuck.”
As the needle broke his skin, Kal flinched, the sensation of being injected was still a new one for the Kryptonian and as the serum took a hold of his senses a new feeling settled over him, just as alien, fear. More to the point, fear for himself, something he’d only felt once before, when he’d realised the island Lex had created was made of kryptonite. Shrinking back into his corner of the room, Kal tried to hug his knees to his chest, wanting some kind of barrier between himself and the coldly neutral COS Agent sat facing him.
“What star sign are you?”
“I’m.. w-what?” He hadn’t expected the question and his pulse skipped slightly, scared he’d be reprimanded for not answering correctly.
“Can you speak another language?”
“Yes.”
“Where did you grow up?”
“Smallville.”
“What is your favorite food?”
“Apple pie.”
He answered every question, no matter how mundane or confusing, he answered, for six whole hours. When the agent left, he sagged in relief, body and mind calming as the serum wore off and the fear vanished. Hearing Elliot’s question, he shook his head, “I have no idea..”
"Well, I guess we know what the future will look like if we lose the battle," Alicia said with an annoyed sigh as she leaned back looking around at her black and white fellow hostages. This couldn't be good, did this mean they lost the war? No, Alicia's gut told her this was different, they couldn't have lost the war, she was pretty sure it'd only been a few days and Atlantis would fall that easily.
“It’s not just me?” Kal drew his hands back from where he’d been rubbing at his eyes trying to bring back his colour vision and looked across at Alicia. “This place really is just black and white?” Blowing out a breath to try and curb his confusion, he dropped his hands to rest on his knees, picking at the fabric slightly. “Think we’ll find out what they really want with us anytime soon?” None of the questioning the previous day had made any kind of sense, though he was glad the fear had passed.
Despite everything Alicia smiled at Kal. “Not just you mate,” she confirmed. She thought for a moment at his next question. “I don’t know, it’s possible they just want to keep us here to keep everyone in Atlantis distracted by looking for us, or they might start questioning us soon.” The first time they’d been taken, well her and Clarke anyways sometimes it wasn’t really clear what they wanted with them.
“Wait,” El looked around, trying to blink the unfamiliar sight away. if this is what the world looks like in the bad future, couldn't this hint at them having one of the objects? This could be one of the parts of creativity they take away - he knew there were ears everywhere and he didn't want to give away any kind of hints about what they had to help COS at all, but the thought was there. “This is like that episode of the Powerpuff Girls.”
The reference was completely lost on Clarke. “The Powerpuff Girls?” she wondered aloud. She was seeing the same thing as the others, but she didn’t believe it could be real. She didn’t believe the war could have ended in the time they’d been here. Clarke was positive it hadn’t been that long, a few days at most.
Alicia said “Powerpuff Girls?” At about the same exact moment as Clarke.
“I don’t think I remember that episode,” Kal admitted, shifting his attention to the others and trying to ignore the weirdness of this monochrome room. “I don’t think we’ve been gone long enough for the war to be over. This place doesn’t feel real.” He couldn’t exactly explain what he felt, none of Atlantis had felt real at first but the lack of colour felt like a trick. If COS had taken his powers and Alicia’s magic, they could certainly manage a colourless room.
“What are Powerpuff girls?” Alicia followed up with looking between Kal and Eliot.
“It’s, uh. A TV show. A cartoon,” he waved his hand vaguely, clearing his throat. His vocal chords were still wrecked from the interrogation, leaving him more raspy than usual. “There was an episode where everything was black and white but they fixed it by singing. It was a really catchy song, actually.”
Alicia simply blinked she didn’t want to suggest what she knew she was about to suggest and she knew it probably wouldn’t work either. “Do you remember the song? Might as well try it.”
Clarke was glad it wasn’t just her who didn’t get the reference. As Eliot explained, Clarke wondered the same thing as Alicia. Maybe it was a clue as to how they could escape this place. “Alicia’s right,” she said. “If it worked for them it’s worth a try.” It was better than just sitting here.
“You know, for people who hate creativity you sure have a lot of fun with torturing people!” Alicia growled as she was poked with something, again. Earlier the walls had shocked her that she was surprised that her heart was still beating and she wasn’t on the floor dying. She couldn’t die. At least that’s what she kept telling herself.
“WHERE IS THE NOTEBOOK?” The voice screamed down at her again, hell, Alicia knew she had no idea where the notebook was but she didn’t really want to tell COS that either, she probably should just answer that she didn’t know but sometimes she wasn’t that smart.
“You might want to be a little bit more clear on which notebook,” she winced as she was poked again in the leg, she could feel blood running down her body from all the cuts. “Do you mean the cute little ones with colorful dogs and cats on them? Because the stationary store in town has those, they aren’t too expensive either.” She felt another poke.
“WHERE IS THE NOTEBOOK?” The voice screamed into the room again.
“I told you, you need to be-” she was cut off by a poke to her cheek. “I can’t answer if you make it impossible for me to speak!” She snapped wishing she could use any kind of magic right now.
“WHERE IS THE NOTEBOOK?”
“Again, which notebook?” Alicia asked wondering how long she could keep it up. The conversation went back and forth, Alicia playing dumb and getting poked and the voice screaming down at her. She didn’t have any idea how long she’d been there when she was dragged out bleeding and thrown back in the black and white room she looked around quickly for the others.
Being asked the same question over and over was trying, to say the least, but Kal managed to keep his temper. These COS agents must have done their research before kidnapping them, so they should realise that he didn’t lie. And yet, they continued to ask about a notebook. The whereabouts of which he’d already told them he didn’t know.
Kal stopped answering after a while, falling silent and sitting in the centre of the floor away from the electrified walls. Time dragged on and he kept his vow of silence, ignoring the question which he could only assume was playing on some kind of loop, otherwise there would be some kind of change in pitch, volume and tone. Besides, by then the interrogator would have gone hoarse had they really been shouting like that for several hours.
Evidently they decided that he did indeed know nothing about “THE NOTEBOOK”, and escorted him roughly back to the monochrome room.