Iliana Dominick is sunshine personified (wildpowerwitch) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2018-03-13 11:55:00 |
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Iliana Dominick and COS Agents
10 May
COS Base
High for descriptions of torture
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Watching the small blond one being dragged into the large concrete room, COS Agent #46’s bright blue eyes followed her. A bright pink pen held in her left hand was slowly turning between her fingers, her expression bored. Dark hair was pulled into a tight bun. She watched as the subject was forced into the cold metal chair. The only sound was a slow tick of a clock that couldn’t be seen. 46 sat exactly eight feet away in an office chair her legs crossed, her posture perfect. Waiting exactly 120 seconds she asked in a high pitched voice with no inflections on the words. “How do you feel about violence?” They were freaking creepy. But Iliana had learned from her blood sister. And as much as possible was trying to channel her. She waited before speaking, trying to make her words mean something. “I didn’t like it. When they first found out what I was. But I’ve realised that there are terrible people in the world and sometimes you have to be creative.” She’d made herself bleed more than once since being her, desperately trying to call the blue fire, but it wouldn’t come. Not even the orange flames of the witches would come to her when she tried. But maybe in this room. She bit her lip, trying to pass it off as thinking. “How do you feel about violence?” Without taking her eyes off of the subject she wrote down the response without an expression. Ignoring the question from the subject she did wave over one of the agents who had brought the subject in to stand next to the small blond. “Do you think we will kill you?” Iliana froze for a moment. The question had thrown her completely. “I….” She paused for a moment thinking of fiery passionate Jez or brave Keller. What they would do? How they would answer. “I think you need us, or we would be dead already. I think there’s something you want. So I don’t think you’ll kill us while you’re probably sending them pictures of us or whatever.” The guy beside her was making her nervous as hell but she steeled herself, she wouldn’t cry. She was Iliana Dominick. A Harman, the Witch Child. A Wild Power. She had killed a dragon. She wouldn’t let them see her cry. Tapping the pink pen as the subject talked she tilted her head to the right slightly and the other agent took half a step closer to the subject. The room started to fill with a warm air once the air stopped coming in the temperature started to drop slowly. “What is your favorite food?” Now she froze for a different reason. It was such a ridiculous question, it was so ridiculous after the last two that she decided not to answer. She focused on what was around her. On the fact that maybe they were doing something. Something was off. She ignored the question, staring directly at the woman. Saying nothing. The subject had been doing so well, pity, Agent #46 looked down as she wrote down the refusal to answer. The Agent standing next to the subject with red hair and mean green eyes stepped away from the subject, slowly the subject’s side of the room started to fill with a freezing air, little crystals floating in the air burned the skin of the subject on contact. Agent #46 simply sat there tapping her pink pen against her green notebook. Iliana wouldn’t scream, she wouldn’t. She refused. She was biting her lip again but for an entirely different reason. She hated them. She hated COS and she didn’t hate easily. But she wouldn’t scream, wouldn’t scream, wouldn’t answer. “Isn’t this creative?! What you’re doing? Isn’t this against your whole…deal?l” She winced as the crystals continued to burn her. Tapping the pink pen there was no expression, it was in fact difficult to tell if she was even listening. The crystals started to hit the subject more frequently. “What is your favorite food?” She asked again. No. No no no. She glared, tears running down her face, she was a Wild Power, she was the Witch Child. She had killed a dragon. But she wasn’t brave like Keller or fierce like Jez. she was scared. “...ch...chilli” she managed to hiss, tears coming fast now. Don’t scream. Don’t scream. Don’t scream Writing down the words, Agent #46 returned to tapping her pen on the green notebook. She nodded once as the air cleared and the other agent untied her dragging the subject out of the room. Agent #46 smirked as the blonde was taken from the room. She hadn’t screamed. But she’d broken in the end. Tears flowed down her pale skin as she was dragged away. Back, she supposed, to holding. She didn’t know if they’d hurt her again. But she’d steel herself until then. She’d be brave. She had to be brave. Because Keller would come for her, she knew that in her heart. “Please Keller, please hurry” she mumbled to no one in particular. They’d probably write that down too.” |