save atlantis (saveatlantis) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2018-03-16 14:40:00 |
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KIDNAPPING
10:00 AM. Today was going to be a busy day, and Lavender made sure to make the most out of her morning. There was a couple of texts she wanted to look over for some of her research, and it was going to take up a lot of her time. Lavender didn’t mind reading, she enjoyed a good book now and then, mostly romance but this was very different from the books she was used to reading back home. Not that she minded, not too much anyway, Lavender felt as if what she was doing was important, she felt useful.
Needing to run a quick errand, she ventured outside, only glancing at the time. The day was going to go by so slowly, she just knew it. She was so deep in thought, very much looking forward to her evening with Cisco, that she barely notice someone slowly coming out of the alleyway. Lavender was too slow to react, she tried to reach for her wand, but felt pain on the back of her head, arms grabbing her as she fell, and then nothing.
10:38 AM. Iliana had always loved this time of year. It hadn’t made sense until she’d found her history, her family. Her heritage. Imbolc, Spring. It was all about new beginnings and with Jez and now her blood sister here, things were going to get better.
She had gone out to get Keller a welcome gift. She’d be sad without Galen, even though she’d never admit it. Keller would go right back to seeing herself as less important than Iliana. A grunt. But she was going to do all in her power to…
Iliana shuddered. She couldn’t tell what it was but every instinct was telling her to run. And the Witch Child had learned to trust her instincts. Unfortunately for her, they’d come just moments too late.
She slowly fell, but didn’t hit the floor. Someone instead dragging her away by her arms. Binding them so she couldn’t cast.
“Kel…” she managed to mumble. But it was too late.
11:24 AM. Christopher had left early for lunch. There was a lull in things and he'd been hoping to pick up food and then surprise Christine with lunch. He was on his way to get the food, tugging up the collar of his peacoat when it happened. He sensed someone and before he could spin around, it was too late. He'd never stood a chance.
11:33 AM. After a couple of confusing weeks, Wanda had finally started to feel like herself again. No longer was she feeling the leftover burning anger in the pit of her stomach after the new arrivals. She'd been confronted with blasts from the past that she hadn't dealt with in a long time, and now she hoped that she was really beginning to move on and past it all. Spending some extra time with Alicia and Clarke lately had been the perfect medicine.
So much so that she and Alicia had made lunch plans, and Wanda had just finished getting herself ready and had stepped out the door to meet her at the restaurant. The cool breeze made her tug her coat a bit more around her, and her eyes were cast downward for a few moments as she walked down the street.
It was hard to explain, but there was a moment when she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. As soon as Wanda lifted her eyes it was too late; two men in street clothes were on her. She raised a hand to try to use her powers to push them back or disable them, but a taser was pushed into her back and jolted her until she was unconscious. She didn’t even feel her body hit the ground.
11:42 AM. “We should have days off together more often,” Clarke decided out loud, leaning up to kiss her boyfriend before she opened the door to her apartment. After a rare lazy morning, they were heading out for a late breakfast at Snoozle. They were almost there when Clarke thought spotted a friend she wanted to say hello to and she told Oliver to go ahead.
But she never made it. She had the sense of someone behind her just an instant before the hand moved over her mouth and the needle slid into her vein. There was no time to fight back, to try to scream, to do anything before everything went black.
11:46 AM. It was finally starting to feel like spring, winter was hopefully on it’s way out and things were okay. Alicia was still furious about everything Cappie had done to hurt her sister, but she was trying to let Emilia handle it how she wanted to.
Heading to meet with Wanda, Alicia was looking forward to grabbing something to eat and heading to some more training. Over the past year or so she felt like they’d really managed to figure out a lot in ways their magic could work together and she was excited to talk to her about some new ideas.
Alicia was a little early, waiting outside the restaurant tapping her foot, it wasn’t like Wanda to be late. She was just about to pull out her phone when she felt a cold wind that was out of place. Alicia was turning to see what it was when she got light headed, and despite her best efforts, she felt herself start to lose consciousness. Before she could do anything, her body was on the ground, and someone was moving her. The last thing Alicia remembered was trying to bite the COS agent carrying her.
Eight Agents took time putting each subject in a chair, tightening the ropes on each of the arms. The room was cold and slightly damp, there was no breeze and a faint musky smell filled it. The walls mostly smooth with a few small cracks here and there but no obvious weakness or anywhere that looked like somehow to escape, in fact, it was hard to even tell where the door was.
All the subjects were still knocked out as the agents checked each one three times while other agents made sure the magic that made it impossible for any of the kidnapped to use their powers was working.
Leaving the room, the Agents showed no expression, except the last one, a woman with dark hair pulled into a tight bun and bright blue eyes, she smirked as she made sure the room was secure leaving the hostages to wake up on their own.
Her head hurt, or at least Alicia thought her head hurt, looking down the red jumper confused Alicia as she tried to blink and place herself. Lifting her head, her neck was stiff as she tried to bring her hand up to rub her eyes, the pull back startled her and snapped her awake. “Wh-” A massive shock waved through her body causing her to cough lightly.
Swiveling her head side to side she saw the French girl to her right and Clarke to her left. Past Clarke she could see 7 more people, Wanda was there and Alicia opened her mouth but shut it again, she tried to start to move her chair side to side but that didn’t work either. She had to get Wanda’s attention.
As she started coming to, Wanda felt a dull ache throughout her entire body. She vaguely heard herself groan softly as she tried to rub her forehead. Wait. Why were her arms not moving? Lifting her head, Wanda began to realize the gravity of the situation. Her body was strapped to a chair, and she was unable to move. One look around and she could see that others were there in the room with her. Clarke on one side and Admiral Pike on the other. Blinking a couple of times, she made eye contact with Alicia. “Do y-” a shock similar yet worse than the taser pulsed through her body.
Once the shock was over, she felt herself breathing heavily and she looked up at Clarke and then Alicia again. Across the room she saw Eponine, Tony, and several others. What had happened? Concentrating, Wanda opened up one of her hands from behind her back and summoned energy to help her untie her binds so she could get to the others. The familiar hum of the energy flowing through her wasn’t there even in the slightest, so she tried again only to have the same result. Panic seized her and she shook her head at Alicia. Her powers weren’t working.
“Sh-” She felt another shock and stopped herself from growling as she shut her eyes at Wanda’s message, she nodded her head towards the others locked in there with them.
Clarke caught the shake of Wanda’s head and started to curse, too, feeling the shock the others had. That was going to make things harder, it they couldn’t communicate, but she tried to catch her friends’ eyes and silently let them know she was okay.
Well, relatively. She was still tied to a chair. Clarke tried to pull her hands free, to loosen her bonds, anything, but they were too tight. Refusing to give up, she kept at it.
The young witch was terrified. She hurt. She didn’t knot where she was but she knew it wasn’t good. “Is anyo…” The shock that passed through her body brought tears to her eyes. She couldn’t focus, and it took her a few moments to realise she was tied up. There was a spell for this if she could remember, one about breaking bonds, she needed to think but thinking was hard.
Eventually it came to her, as she realised she wasn’t alone.
She would get free and she would help the others. They could get out of here together. But, oh, words hurt. But she was the Witch Child. Maybe she didn’t need the words, she hoped not, she knew she couldn’t get the whole incantation out. She called to her ancestors with her mind. But there was no answer. In fact, she realised now, that she couldn’t feel that feeling she used to be able to. That part of her that was tied to Hellwise and Hecate before her. If it was still in her it was locked away.
“Oh n…”
Another shock made her cut the sentence off. Speaking brought pain.
Lavender wasn’t quite sure what had woken her up, but she was sure it had been a shout. It was difficult to open her eyes at first, her head felt clouded as if she had been asleep for too long and there was still a pain there. It only took a minute and then she remembered, someone had hit her, and as her eyes adjusted she could see the room. Didn’t look like much of a room, but a cellar. She couldn’t move, no way to get to her wand, and she saw others lined up next to her. “Wh-” She started and instantly felt the shock. Her cry out in pain issued another pain and she quickly sucked in her bottom lip, biting down to keep her from saying something else. Her heart raced as she tried to look at the others. They were having the same problem. Oh Merlin. Oh no. She thought to herself. Where were they? How long have they been here?
Each time someone tried to speak, Wanda could see the pain in their expressions as they shook from the intense shockwaves. Looking both between Clarke and Alicia, she didn’t know how to communicate with either of them to try to come up with some sort of escape plan. She’d already tried going into both of their minds, but nothing worked. Looking around the room again, she looked at Tony and shook her head, thinking he might get the message that she wasn’t able to do anything with her powers. They were trapped.
Pulling the “Body Kidnapped” into a seperate room, each one seemed to be difficult in their own way. The agents pushed them in one by one. The room was about 10 by 10 with a small toilet in one of the corners and there was some bread and dried meat in another corner, more than enough for the pathetic group to eat. There was a few bottles of waters a well. The moment the last one was tossed in the rooms down slammed shut as it did it was clear that there wasn’t any normal door in the room.
Being separated from the rest of the group, Alicia tried to fight but it didn’t work, she had her head bashed by one of the agents. The room was cold to start and Alicia was unsure if she should test her voice. “Well,” Alicia tried coughing. She couldn’t get any non-wand magic to work and she was struggling to figure out what to say to start with. “Any ideas?”
Chris had tried to overpower one of the guards when they were being moved, and had gotten punched in the face as a response. He could feel his eye swelling. "Is everything -
COS Agent #41, short blond hair, brown eyes and a slight limp to his walk. The large agent dropped off food at exactly 6:42 am, the restraints on the kidnappers arms loosened enough for pick up the bread and dried meat and reach their mouths. It is odd, but none of the hostages feel the need to use the toilet all day.
Wanda had likely nearly hurt herself trying to use her powers when the agents had pulled some of the group out of the room, taking them who knew where. She wanted to cry, but steeled herself and looked around the room to see who was left and sneered at the agent as she left the room. Food had been brought in, but she refused to touch any of it. Instead she took advantage of the loosened restraints and focused again on summoning the magic into her hands.
Trying to be tough, Clarke somehow managed to keep the tears from her face. This wasn’t the first kidnapping she’d endured, but that didn’t make the harsh treatment easy. She was dirty and sore. She badly needed a shower. Refusing the food as she notice Wanda had would be tempting, but reason told her she might need the strength for whatever cane next, so she tentatively took a few bites, eating slowly. Watching Wanda move her hands, she tried to speak before her mind could remind her of the consequences. “Wanda..” she began, so surprised by the lack of a shock that she stopped there.
Iliana was wary of the food. These people had shocked her. She’d been so afraid to speak, but she was so hungry. So scared. But her hands could reach the food. She didn’t know if she should eat it. But she was so hungry. She looked around realising she wasn’t alone in the room. And also, also that they were talking to each other.
“Hello…” she said softly. “It’s Iliana...is...who’s here?”
Lavender kept silent for some time and her stomach growled loudly at the sight of the food. She was hesitant to eat, but it was only after she noticed others trying it that she had the courage to do so either. She was still suspicious, but denying herself food would only make her weaker, and she needed to stay strong. Thankful that she was able to reach the food, she was able to enjoy that bit of freedom to stretch. She ate silent, not realizing until someone spoke that they weren’t getting shocked. “It’s Lavender.” She said in a quiet voice. “Where-” she said cautiously. “Where did they take the others?”
Rey had spent far too much of her life not knowing where her next meal would come from. She reached for the food and took a bite and it was bland but nothing happened when she swallowed. Besides if they had wanted to kill them, they’d had multiple chances and she doubted poisoning them would be the method they’d use. “The food is safe,” she said and braced herself for the shock but nothing happened. So they were allowed to talk at least for now. “We should eat, they might not give us any more for a while. We’ll need our strength to fight.” Even if she had no idea how they’d do that, she believed they’d get the chance. “It’s Rey. I should have said that first. How many of us are in here?”
Iliana kept eating, Rey was right, they didn’t know when or if they’d be given more food. Still, it was a good sign. This...gruel awful as it was, entirely bland, it was food. And they could talk. Yeah, COS could probably hear them but there was nothing to be done around that.
“I don’t know...if anyone else is here, say?” she asked, pausing before continuing. “Lavender’s right, there were more of us before. So...they took some away I guess but why?”
Still unsure if she could eat any of the food, Wanda left it for now and let the others eat. She’d gone longer than this without much food to speak of, so she wasn’t ready to eat what they’d brought just yet. Instead, she still kept trying to use her powers or even just to be able to feel them within her at all. But nothing.
“They took Alicia,” she said without much emotion except for a small bite to her words. “And Tony. There were a couple of others here too.” Growing frustrated that she still wasn’t able to sense her magic, she slammed her hands down on the armrests of her chair. “What did they do to us?!”
After knocking out the group, the body captives were dumped without restraints in a cylinder shaped room with sprinkles letting out lukewarm water. The COS Agents left a bag of food in one corner leaving the group to wake up on their own.
Was it raining? Alicia reached her hand up to her face before it dawned on her that she could touch her face at all, her body sprang into action as she found herself standing with the others from her tower around her. Glancing up at the water she tried not let herself panic. “Is everyone alright?” She asked letting out a relieved sigh, at least they could talk.
Cold, that was the best way to describe the room the two head hostages found themselves, they had been lowered down while knocked out and all attempts of getting out removed before they woke up. A set of rations were down there with them. COS Agents sat behind the walls looking in, for them, it was a viewing room and they could see everything the two would attempt, without powers of course.
Groggy, Wanda felt her head throbbing as her eyes blinked open. She sat up slowly and soon realized that she was no longer in the room but in some sort of a deep well. She looked up and saw a piece of light from above but knew it was much too far to be able to climb out of easily. Next to her was Clarke, and Wanda crawled over to her friend and helped her sit up. Afraid to speak, Wanda’s eyes asked if she was hurt.
Clarke shook her head and immediately regretted it. Whatever they’d given them to knock them out had left her with a headache. It was freezing in here, too and she reached to rub some warmth into her arms, just for a moment as she looked from Wanda toward the walls, knowing there wouldn’t be any weak points but hoping for them anyway.
Having not eaten any of the food when it was initially offered, Wanda’s stomach growled at the sight of the bits of food on the ground. It looked stale and hard, but she wasn’t sure if she cared at this point. Picking up two of the rations, she moved over next to Clarke and handed her one, leaning a little against her to stay closed and maybe a little warmer.
A loud clang is heard someday around midday as one by one each Heart Hostage is pulled into a small room where they can shower and use the bathroom.
The clang made her jump. Made Iliana gasp, no words came with the gasp, she knew now not to speak. She watched for a while as one of the agents offered use of the bathroom. This could be a trap. A way to hurt them more, but she did need the bathroom and the idea of washing herself...oh…
She nodded as she was hauled to her feet. The chance was too much to miss.
Lavender looked up, curious, wondering if the others would be brought back. Instead she was given the opportunity to shower and use the bathroom. Lavender would be lying if she said she didn’t feel a little relieved to be able to shower. She wasn’t able to speak, but her eyes had enough expression to show exactly what she was thinking about the COS agents and what they were doing to them. She didn’t try anything funny, and was able to close to eyes while she cleaned off and pretend she was somewhere else. Knowing that they needed a plan, they had to do something, but for now, she just wanted a little peace.
The clang made Rey wince. It hurt her head and she started to wonder if this was when it was going to happen, if this is when they were going to try and get into her head, into all their heads. She was wrong though, it was something altogether different and she found herself pushed into a room and told to clean herself up. The shower wasn’t much, the water was barely warm but it felt so good and the fact that you didn’t have to ask for water or fight to get it was still a miracle to Rey even after all her time here. Then she used the bathroom and once more the agent came and got her and returned her to where she’d been. What was the purpose in this, she wondered but it didn’t matter, it was at least a tiny shred of humanity in all that was happening.
“Who is first?” COS Agent #46 asked, a bunny mask covering her face for the moment. In her left hand she held a bright pink pen, her legs were crossed with a green notebook resting on her lap. Through her earpiece she heard the answer. Smiling behind her mask she nodded once. “Send them in.”
The door to the room opened, she didn’t bother looking over, two other large COS Agents pulled the hostage to the chair in the room roughly shoving them down.
[ANY BODY PERSON CAN GO HERE]
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After the first subject came and went, COS Agent #46 took off her bunny mask letting out a sigh, she heard something in her earpiece nodding. “Yes, that was, enlightening.” She agreed tossing the bunny mask to one of the large agents as they tossed a snowman mask back at her. Slipping the mask on she nodded, the big agent left and came back with another agent and the prisoner between them. As they got to the chair, the agents tripped the prisoner so they landed awkwardly on the chair before restraining them and leaving the room.
“And how are you today?” COS Agent #46 asked as she started to tap her pink pen on her green notebook.
Tony figured that due to the fact she was addressing him, he was allowed to speak in here as well without the risk of an electric shock. He licked his lips, dry and cracked from how hard he’d been chewing and biting on them throughout the silence of the first night and then the ongoing anxiety of the next few. This had been hell. Arguably a worse hell than his first kidnapping experience - he wondered why the universe hated him this much, but he’d been seeing Atlantis as a holiday. No, these assholes were a very real threat considering he was positive that Wanda would have escaped if she’d had the chance to use her powers. She was pretty unstoppable and it scared Tony more than he cared to admit that somebody could...stop her.
He looked up at the woman with a stupid looking snowman mask on, spitting at her feet. Fuck it. What did he have to lose? “Go to fucking hell.”
Agent #46 pen started to tap just a little bit quicker at the rude remark and foul spit from the subject in front of her.
"Tsk, tsk," the sounds was quite from her lips as she nodded as Agent #63. His black eyes focusing on the subject. No warning he backhanded the subject before backing away.
Agent #46 resumed a steady tapping of her pen for exactly 167 seconds before speaking again.
"How are you today?"
Tony didn’t make a sound when the hand connected with his face. He was determined to not show any kind of fear, any kind of...real reaction beyond automatic bodily responses, like his head snapping back. He turned back to look at her, licking at a spot in his cheek where he’d bitten on the flesh in shock.
“How are you today?” he mimicked her tone.
Anget #46 nodded allowing Agent #63 to hit the subject a few more times with an open hand for a few minutes before pulling back.
“How do you feel about torture?”
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As the second subject was carried out, COS Agent #46 changed out her snowman mask for a Richard Nixon mask. This one was a little more comfortable but she didn’t show any signs of that to the agents bringing in the third subject. As the third subject was forced into the chair she spoke loudly enough for the subject to hear, but it was clear she wasn’t address them. “Next time do a better job cleaning up all the blood.”
Still not addressing the third subject, she moved the pink pen from hand to hand slowly.
[ANY BODY PERSON CAN GO HERE]
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Taking off the Nixon mask as the third subject was dragged out of the room she let out a small sigh shaking her head. The room was cleaned before COS Agent #46 put on a tiger mask. Subject 4 was dragged in moments later and shoved into the sit. The pink pen in her left hand tapping slowly on the green notebook.
As she was shoved into the chair, Alicia tried to fight to get away. The Agent who had dragged her in slapped her across the face open palmed as knocking her back, the chair started to wrap claws around her ankles and wrists making it impossible for her to move, every time she tried to move it felt as though a dull needling was being driven into her wrists.
Agent #46 smiled behind her mask before once again focusing on the subject in front of her. “How are you today?” She asked in her high pitched voice somehow managing to lack inflection.
Alicia didn’t answer. She didn’t speak. She just glared at the woman in front of her. She kept her eyes trained on the bitch questioning her but she tried to get a good sense of the room around her, there had to be a way out, didn’t there?
“How are you today?” The Agent repeated as Alicia decided to look away from the woman towards where she’d been brought in. After the count of 60 seconds, the agent who brought her in slapped her again.
“How are you today?” The Agent repeated again as Alicia winced from the pain.
“How the fuck do you think I am?” She shot back.
“How are you today?”
“Dandy, a million quid,” Alicia answered rolling her eyes as another hand slapped her across the face. “Apparently my head needed a workout.” She spat out.
The next thing Alicia knew the jackass who had dragged her in was putting a black bag over her head. There was something strange about the material, but Alicia couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was. As the back tightened around her neck, she coughed once and felt an overwhelming sense of fear. Everything went quiet. She couldn’t hear the tapping of the pink pen or her own breathing for that matter.
Out of nowhere a load shrink startled her when she jerked her arms and legs needles dug into her skin, with a scream she heard that annoying voice again.
“Ms Spinnet, we require information,” the woman stated. “And you’re going to give it to us.”
“Sure,” Alicia said sarcastically as she tried to shrug she felt someone hit her shoulder with what felt like a brink.
“Ms Alicia Bianca Spinnet, born Bath, England the 8th of April 1978, currently in a relationship with Samuel T Ander, someone who isn’t even human, do you think your relationship will last with someone who can live forever?”
Alicia laughed trying to figure out why the hell they cared about her relationship with Sam. “Who knows, maybe I’ll live forever too.”
“Doubtful,” the Agent said, Alicia couldn’t see it, but she had nodded to her fellow Agent who pressed a button on the wall causing the temperature around Alicia to do drop drastically. Everything plunged into silence again, and Alicia couldn’t tell how little or how much time was passing, she couldn’t hear herself breath and when she tried to speak nothing came out.
There was a sense of dread around her as an unshakable fear started to creep up inside of her, she tried to fight it, tried to think of good things, but all she could imagine were the worst things. It was as if her fears were trying to kill her.
“You murdered your sister,” Agent #46 stated, the words echoed around Alicia.
“No,” Alicia stated, as she did the bag was ripped off of her head cutting her cheek.
“Stated here you knowingly set up your sister and killed her,” Agent #46 repeated. “And you have yet to tell your older brother about it.”
“If you’ve got all the facts why are you asking me questions?” Alicia snapped at her as a silver screen lowered from the ceiling and started to play the events of the day her eldest sister had died, except it showed Alicia taking out her wand and killing her sister, which hadn’t happened. Alicia watched it shaking her head. “And you’re trying to mess with the truth.”
“Ms Spinnet, you murdered your sister.” Agent #46 stated again as the screen showed Alicia looking gleeful as her sister parished. Alicia remembered that day perfectly. She wasn’t pleased, she was devastated, she was demoralized, she hated everything about what had happened that day.
“For a bunch of people who claim to hate creativity, you sure use it a lot,” she snapped. “Guess you’re just a bunch of hypocrites like all bad guys.” Alicia shouldn’t have said that she knew she shouldn’t have as the agent who brought her in started slapping her again all over her body as the needles started to dig in around her ankles and wrists again.
After about 15 minutes she vaguely heard Agent #46 say something about it being enough that they’d move onto the next phase. The last thing Alicia saw was the image of her own face cheerful as life left Elle Spinnet's body.
Two new agents entered the room and carried Alicia out.
“Think we’ll get rid of them yet?” COS Agent #62 asked the other agent as the dragged the last of the group in. Placing each one with their back to a circle they started to tie them all together making it impossible for anyone to get up, anyone to move. As they left the agents heard the stirrings of the first few waking up. The room the hostages were locked in was similar to the others, no way out.
Iliana had no way to free herself. Nothing she could do, she couldn’t speak, couldn’t get in touch with anyone else in this little circle. There were more people than before.
She pushed backward to let the others know that at least she was awake.
And alive.
Lavender hated this. She couldn’t move and she couldn’t speak. The silence was awful, all she could do was look from side to side trying to catch the eye of one of the other prisoners beside her.
When would this be over?
Rey was beside Lavender, they’d been side by side the whole time and she wondered if the agents had a pattern for how they were arranged. All she knew was that she was scared and even without being able to sense anyone in the Force, she knew that the others were scared too. She moved her fingers slightly, surprised that she could do that much and brushed her fingers against Lavender’s. Carefully,she managed to link her ring finger and her pinkie finger with Lavender’s and turned her head enough to catch the other girl’s eye. It wasn’t much of a link but it was something and it was comforting.
No shock came as Clarke tried to speak, but no sound came out, either. Her voice was gone. She might have been fascinated by their ability to do that from a scientific standpoint if she wasn’t so desperate to get out of there. Clarke turned her head as much as she could to see who was tied next to her. Struggling, she managed to link one of her fingers with Wanda’s, a silent display of support that at least they weren’t alone. On her other side, she tried to do the same for Iliana.
The longer they were here, the more Wanda was starting to lose her resolve to stay focused. It became harder to believe that they would ever make it out and be rescued. The days passed by agonizingly slow, and she didn’t know how long it had been since they’d been taken. Standing there bound in the circle with her voice literally having been taken away, she began to feel more hopeless the longer she stood, but it was the small gesture of the touch from Clarke next to her that ignited that small spark again and helped to wake her up even if just a little. She wasn’t aloe here. None of them were.
COS Agent #62 kicked one of the body hostages as they replaced them with the heart ones, making sure that they were all secure again. “I hope soon,” COS Agent #63 answered the question the Agent #62 had asked the day before.
The lack of speaking was really starting to bug Alicia, it was either fuck with them, or tie them up without being able to speak. Whatever it was, she was happy to see Clarke and Wanda looking at least somewhat okay, okay as any of them could be really. She looked to the person next to her [OPEN] and tried to ask if they were okay with her eyes.
They were out of the well, but Wanda wasn’t sure which she preferred at this point - the room or the well. She and Clarke were at least back with some of the others now, and she was grateful to see Alicia again and doing about as well as any of them were. They were tied in a circle, and she couldn’t easily turn around to see who else was there. Wanda nodded at Alicia’s concerning look but then moved her eyes to stare forward. She’d been running on adrenaline for days - how many, she wasn’t entirely sure - and now the helplessness was beginning to seep in and mess with her mind.
Clarke nodded at the same time as Wanda did, adding a relieved smile at seeing Alicia. She looked her over as well as she could manage from this angle, looking for signs of serious injuries before doing the same with [OPEN] the person next to her. It was the second day she’d spent in this room in a position like this, but some of the faces were different. It was mainly just Wanda who was the same.
The kick to his ribs made Tony grunt, but he didn’t respond. He couldn’t talk, he couldn’t do shit and he felt so powerless throughout this whole thing. He had spent most of his time either bitching or silent and he was just...tied up with the others, looking up at Clarke. He didn’t even know her name but she seemed to be looking over him - he wasn’t doing well, but he was refusing to let himself die. He was stronger than these assholes. Maybe. He glanced around the circle and then back down at his feet. He couldn’t talk. All he could do was wonder if anybody had even noticed - or cared - that they were missing.
See: Lavender | Iliana | Rey
“Idiots,” COS Agent #46 growled after the failed escape attempt by the group. Pulling five [Alicia Spinnet + Wanda Maximoff + Clarke Griffin + Iliana Dominck + Tony Stark] to one side, the other five [Lavender Brown+ Rey + Chris Pike + Jemma Fitzsimmons + Éponine Thénardier] were shoved back into the chairs tied up even tighter and forced to watch what came next.
ILIANA DOMINICK + COS AGENT #62
Dragging Subject 1 away from the wall two swift kicks were landed on the left side of their body. Agent #62, tall, red hair with mean green eyes had a glint in his expression as he pulled the subject a little further away.
Iliana cried out, she’d tried not to scream. Desperately tried to hold herself together but the kicks were particularly well targeted. The guy knew what he was doing. He knew how to hurt and Iliana hated him. She hated him and she didn’t hate. What were they doing to them? Why?
“Why...why are you..”
Narrowing his green eyes he lifted the subject up before tossing her onto another chair. Taking out a rope, he put a foul smelling liquid on it and started to tie up her legs. As the rope touched it created a stinging sensation on the skin. He smirked slightly as he continued to tie the subject up around her legs and arms.
She could barely breathe through her crying, her breath coming in gasps as she was tossed back onto a chair. She didn’t have a moments grace though before the rope touched her skin. They were tying her up but he’d...done something to it.
She hissed at the stinging sensation but it was only getting worse as he bound her legs and arms, still hurting from his assault of moments before.
She had cried, she had asked them why, pleaded for mercy but she hadn’t yet screamed. Maybe they’d stop if she…
No.
“B...brave, be brave Ili…”
She couldn’t finish the sentence as the stinging of the ropes caused another hiss of pain.
Anget #62 did not pay any attention to anything the subject said, did, cried, or whatever. He vaguely heard something about brave but didn’t respond as he continued to tie her up. As he finished he stepped back and very methodically pressed points of the rope further into her.
Iliana tried to meet his eye. Tried to see if there was any emotion at all in their cold eyes. If there was, she didn’t see it. He pressed the rope one by one further against her skin.
“Why are you doing this, do you want anything or is this just for kicks. Are you having fun?”
Sick of the child attempt to talk Agent #62 took out a gag wrapping it around her mouth forcing it into her mouth to make it difficult for the subject to speak. Tightening the rope around the subject he stepped back again this time to pick up a wet rag that he methodically hit the subject with slowly on her lower legs.
She fought the gag as much as she could but there was very little she could do but whimper when he started on her legs. She kept her eyes on him though, never letting him out of her sight. He was already going to be in her nightmares. But maybe, if these guys had any kind of conscience, he’d remember this, and she’d be in his.
Kicking back the chair, Agent #62 watched carefully catching the chair just right before it fell all the way backwards. He did that a few times before letting the chair crash down pushing the subject away.
CLARKE GRIFFIN + COS AGENT #63
Clarke Griffin was tied to a chair quickly as Agent #63 pulled out a sharp looking scalpel, what made it worse was it heated up and cooled down with a touch, slowly, Agent #63 standing at well over 6 feet with black hair and seemingly black eyes showed no expression as he started to cut small shallow lines on Clarke’s arms.
Clarke winced as the ropes were tightened. Her wrists were already pretty raw from attempts to loosen her bonds all [...] however long it had been. She was losing track of the days. Gritting her teeth, she resolved to show nothing even as her eyes wanted to go wide with fear at the sight of the scalpel.
It sliced into her arm and Clarke’s resolve was forgotten as she cried out in pain. Over and over, the agent cut into Clarke’s arms until she lost track of any sensation other than pain. It would have been a relief to pass out, but something kept her from slipping into a blissful unconsciousness.
Whether it was several minutes of hours before the cutting stopped, Clarke couldn’t have said.
Once the initial lines were drawn on the subject’s arms, Agent #63 stepped over to the side and picked up a blow torch. His eyes flicked to see the reaction from Clarke but instead of taking the torch directly to her skin, he used the flame to heat up the blade until it glowed red. Approaching her again he used the heated blade and ran cut again into some of those same marks that he’d already made. The wounds went a little deeper than before but this time caused a bit more blood to pool to the surface.
WANDA MAXIMOFF + COS AGENT #41
Agent #41 had a small smile on his lips, his blond hair a little dull and brown eyes strangely warm compared to the other agents. He pulled out what looked like a small bottle from an unseen pocket, pressing a button it started to expand large enough to fit over Wanda’s head. The moment it was secure accesses to oxygen started to come and go in unpredictable patterns.
Unsure as to what was about to happen, Wanda lifted her eyes to see the small bottle above her head start to grow larger and larger until it covered her entire head. She was a little confused for a moment, but was soon gasping for breath, desperately trying to free her hands so she could reach for her neck, but they stayed firmed bound behind her. Please! Stop! She wanted to scream as soon as the air came gushing back into the headspace, but before she could even catch her breath, the oxygen was gone again.
Watching, Agent #41 clicked his tongue as he counted the seconds and watched the reactions of the subject. It was clear she wanted it to stop but he let it go on for another 36 seconds before pausing the air intake setting. Counting to 15 he set it to slowly fill with water, five or six drops per second, he also took out what looked like a long cigarette holding it just above the subjects hand.
The intervals were too sporadic and random for Wanda to be able to time it just time to take a deep breath and hold it until the in and out of the oxygen levels stopped. Once it finally did and the water began dripping in, her eyes widened, but she steeled herself to take that breath before the water got too high. She tried to raise her neck higher, but the glass enclosure was only so tall. Her head hit the top, and the water kept on rising until it was at the base of her nose. She took a breath with what little oxygen was left and tried to hold it as long as she could even with her lung already feeling like they were on fire. Her fingers gripped the arms of the chair she was already bound to, and she hadn’t even noticed the instrument that was being held so near her hand.
Pressing the cigarette into her hand as the water just covered her nose, he counted to 15 before allowing the water to slowly drain so the subject could breath. Killing the subjects was not part of the plan. He pulled the cigarette from her hand and pushed it back down again as the bubble started to fill with snow.
The pain from the cigarette caused Wanda to panic and nearly cry in from inside of the bottle. The extra movement splashed the water around enough so that she breathed some of it in and coughed repeatedly after the water began to drain. Then the snow started and again came the burning pain on her hand. The snow was thick enough that she was no longer able to see what was going on. The lack of one of her senses made the pain in her hand even worse. She was trying to move her head around, but the cold snow kept falling and filling up the bottle.
As the snow kept calling Agent #41 started to tap the bottle around the subject's head occasionally burning the subject in different places on her arms. After a bit the snow vanished and an off smelling gas started to fill around the subjects head.
As soon as the gas started to enter the bottle, Wanda began to cough. She had no idea what sort of gas, but the odor was strong, and it almost burned to breath. After a few moments, she was still coughing, and she closed her eyes to keep the gas from burning her eyes. A few seconds later, she felt her head start to grow heavy, and her consciousness begin to fade as her head rested against the side of the glass. Sleep would be a blessing, but she wasn’t sure if they would give her that or not.
TONY STARK + COS AGENT #37
Green eyes and a crooked nose, Agent #37 seemed giddy as she clapped her hands. With each clap sound around Subject 4 came and went, the level of the sound increasing and decreasing with no pattern at all. Agent #37 bouncing around smiling as the temperature around subject #4 starts to fluctuate as well.
Tony had no idea what her game was, here. She seemed overly happy to be tormenting somebody - it wasn’t...enjoyable, but there was nothing unbearable yet. Tony was well disciplined enough to just look up at her with a raised eyebrow as he felt the temperature start to change around his body - hot, cold, hot, cold, warm, cool, hot. That was...different. “That all you got?”
Giggling Agent #37 clapped her hands again as she took out a pen. She moved the pen to the top of his hand and very slowly started to carve light lines into his skin. She giggled as she did it. As she pulled her pen away the light lines she’d put in his arms started to sprout what looked like real bugs.
ALICIA SPINNET + COS AGENT #26
Taking a long black whip, Agent #26 snapped it against the left thigh of Alicia Spinnet, he watched as she flinched and swallowed not allowing him to see her break. “You’ll be a challenge,” his gravelly voice told her as he snapped the whip next to her ear before taking out what looked like wand but there was something different about it. Slowly he placed the tip of the wand on her right shoulder, as it touched her it send an electric shock through her body.
Convulsing Alicia gasped for breath as the electric shock slowed, gathering some spit and a little bit of blood she had in her mouth she spit at the agent only to be hit on her collarbone with the whip. Alicia let out a cry of pain as she felt the bone fracture, at least that was what she thought had happened.
Without much of a reprieve, Agent #26 flicked his wrist again, causing the whip to lash out against the subject’s left arm. He walked around her slowly as if deciding where to strike next. The whip then suddenly struck her torso and wrapped around her body, the harsh tip of the whip leaving its mark as he jerked it back only for it to strike her skin another time. As he walked around her, Agent #26 kept on lashing out with the whip, always in a different place and with varying levels of intensity in order to keep her from being able to prepare for the blow. Then just as quickly, he took the prod and jabbed it into her side, heating her up again with the shock.
Trying to catch her breath wasn’t possible, she tried to focus on anything else but the pain kept rocking through her, she could see places where the whip hit were starting to bleed. Alicia wanted to fight back but there wasn’t anything she could do, she couldn’t pull away, she couldn’t even think about one thought long enough to form a plan. “Bast-” she partly got out as the shock started to run through her body again, gasping as it stopped she glared at the guy getting ready to insult him but he was doing something that made her stop.
“What was that?” Agent #26 asked with a sneer as the shock started to wear off and Spinnet’s body stopped shaking. “I didn’t quite hear you.” His voice sounded detached and emotionless, as if he was going through the motions of any mundane task. Before she could speak again, he pressed the cattle prod to one of her legs for a few seconds, the other leg for a few more, and both of her arms in the same manner.
“BA-” She tried to yell but ended up nearly screaming in pain as the prod hit her second leg. Didn’t these guys ever get bored of this shit? She was having a hard time breathing as the shocks still felt like they were running through her body. “Bast-” she coughed out.
If he would have shown any expression at all, Agent #26 would have shown a smug satisfaction on his face each time the subject tried to spit out the words but failed. Setting the crop to the side, he picked up a new sort of whip that had been soaking in a bucket of liquid. Instead of thick leather, the body of the whip was made of cloth that was now soaked through. He began slapping the whip down all over her body like a harsh wet towel - back, front, legs, arms - until he’d covered just about everywhere. The liquid leaving a slight burning sensation anywhere it touched skin.
“We’ve got to do something with them,” Agent #63 grumbled after watching Agent #41 try and get the blanket away from the new hostages. Nodding, #62 grabbed a large hose and started to spray all the hostages with water that changed in pressure and in temperature over the next 8 hours without stopping. Occasionally the agent holding the hose switched.
Not Again. Was all Alicia could think about as the hose started to turn towards her again, the water was scorching as it hit her face, the pressure at least wasn’t too bad but she could breathe with the water hitting her, she tried to count, by the time she reached 62 the water moved off her, nearly falling over she caught herself as she started to cough violently.
Unable to shield herself from the spraying water, Wanda tried to move her body as much as she could to try and get out of the water that was hitting her face, but each time they found a way to hit her again. She coughed and sputtered when the water hit her nose and mouth, barely able to breath. At least on the Raft, they’d left us alone, she thought to herself as soon as there was a slight reprieve, but the freezing water dripping off of her left her shivering.
With cuts all over both arms, the water stung terribly as it hit her. Clarke tried to keep her cries muted, but tears stung her eyes with every pass of the hose. The times when the spray hit her face rather than her arms weren’t much better, but she could bear it more easily.
Oh she hurt. They’d done terrible things to her and she curled herself away as much as she could from the water. But it was relentless, cold and painful. If it had been constant maybe it would be better but the pressure changes made her cry. The rescue team was here. Stuck here with them.
Maybe they would never be free of this.
There was a way in which Tenel Ka had expected something like this from COS. Not having the Force to help though, that hurt. She thought about Jacen. About how he was able to push the pain into something useful. She couldn’t do that. She had not been through what he had. But she was still half Dathomiri and they would not break her.
They had come to rescue these people and rescue them they would. No matter what it took they would find a way.
Lavender breathed heavily then choked as the water went straight to her face. She coughed and spit out any water that was in her mouth, trying to breath but not let any water get into her lungs. She attempted to move her head away only to be sprayed more. She kept her eyes down, trying to push her mind to be anywhere but here.
How ironic that they’d use water, thought Rey. Water was one of the things that she loved the most about being here. Not having to fight for it or look for it, it was simply there. This was different though, this hurt because it kept hitting spots that were already sore, not to mention the fact that the temperature kept changing. How much longer? What else could they possibly to do them? And where were the people that she had faith would try to save them?
“Agent #46, get out!” Agent #62 screamed as he watched Agent #41 grab the dark haired women, her pink pen and green notebook in her hand, before the fighting really broke out he watched as Agent #46 slipped away. Agent #62 turned reading to battle the hostages.
Clarke only hesitated a moment before turning to punch the COS agent closest to her. She was weak from days of captivity and her punch wasn’t as strong as she would have liked, but it had felt damn good. Facing off with one agent, she fought to disarm them, taking some hard hits, but pushing herself to keep going until she finally held a weapon in her hands.
Iliana was furious as she saw the woman leave. The woman who had first hurt her. She wanted to see her face justice. But she was gone and Iliana had to focus on the other one, she still hurt, more broken than she would admit but needed blood to do what she needed to do. She wasn’t a fighter but she was a witch. And with a few words the man coming toward her was pushed back just enough to run to Clarke with her weapon.
“Cut my arm.” she said looking around the room at the fighters. “Do it...trust me.”
Clarke had seen what Iliana could do. She’d had to carry her off the battlefield before after what it took out the of the girl and she shook her head. “There’s another way out of this. We have them outnumbered now.” She gestured to where Team 14 was engaging most of the COS agents who were still standing. Clarke was pragmatic. She would do what needed to be done, but she’d need Iliana’s abilities up close before and it was enough for her to view it as a last resort, not something to do when they were already winning the fight.
Lavender was tied with her hands above her head and pulled backwards slightly, she struggled to look to see what was happening. When she realized others had their powers back, she tried to use her upper body strength to reposition herself and attempt to get her hands free. “I need my wand!” She said loudly, attempting to get her hands released, but it was so tight that the rope rubbed against her wrists.
It happened quickly but whatever was blocking them was gone now and Rey broke free of her bonds. She was on her feet about to run to join the fight when she heard Lavender’s voice. “Be still,” she said, turning to her. “I’ve got it.” Now that she could use the Force again, getting Lavender’s bindings off was easy. “Let’s go,” she said and hurried off to help the others even though every part of her ached, she felt invigorated, glad that at least she could do something to help herself and the others as well.
It took a moment for Wanda to realize what was happening. The agents sounded panicked, and the others in the room looked prepared for a fight. Something sparked in Wanda’s mind, and she held her hands up and quickly summoned her magic. When the red sparks and orbs appeared, she felt utter relief and also a glint of sadistic satisfaction. She was going to make them pay. They would all pay.
But first, Wanda expanded the orb in her hands so much that it practically formed a shield in front of her and the others next to her. She nodded over to Alicia that her power was working and used her second hand to mentally untie the others who were still in their bonds. Once that was done, she looked to the others near her. “Stand back,” she said and a second later pushed the energy she held in her hands away from her so forcefully that agents left in the room flew backwards and parts of the wall near the doorway crumbled into pieces on the ground to help make their escape door much larger.
It took Alicia a moment to get free from the ropes that were bond around her [OPEN] helped with the ones holding her wrists, she bent down wincing as she got the ones off her ankles. Her body wasn’t moving as smoothly as she was used to and it took her a second to stand up, she got her barings quickly nodding to Wanda knowing her friend would it, Alicia tried to access wandless magic in the pure hope that it would assist with Wanda’s blast, she wasn’t really sure if it worked, the next thing she knew she slipped on something, catching herself she groaned but got herself ready for whatever came next.
Iliana sighed, she wasn’t still that same girl. “No...Clarke, no, it’s different, I know how to use it now and I won’t faint if that’s what you think…”
She shook her head and went to work doing what she could without that, a whispered word undoing her bonds. People were being hurt and she wasn’t going to let that happen when she could stop it.
“GO!” Alicia called to anyone near her as she pointed to the hole that Wanda had made in the wall. She wanted to fight the fuckers but she wasn’t moving her best and knew she wouldn’t be as useful as some of the others probably, Alicia focused her attention on trying to get anyone towards the exit.