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Alyssa Hamilton is Heaven's soldier. ([info]four_leaves) wrote in [info]valarlogs,
@ 2013-02-27 22:44:00
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Who: Alyssa Hamilton, Bellatrix Black, a tiny bit of Logan.
What: Kidnap, torture.
When: Wednesday afternoon.
Where: Mono Lake, Irvine.
Rating: NC-17.
Trigger Warnings: Torture, noncon: stripping, physical assalut, kidnapping.
Status: Complete!



The blast of light came out of nowhere. One to silence, and the second to paralyze. Bellatrix stepped out from behind a pillar, and walked slowly towards Alyssa.

Alyssa had been walking home from school, backpack slung over one shoulder as she moved. Then, suddenly, her limbs stopped answering. Before she could cry out, she realized that her throat wouldn’t answer either. No, please God, no.

Bellatrix came into view. She walked slowly, lazily, as if she had all the time in the world. Her hair was mussed, and her corset was only laced halfway up. She tapped her wand against her palm, in time to her steps.

Step. Tap. Tap. Step. Step. Tap. Step. Tap. Tap.

“Oh don’t worry, lovey, I don’t mean to harm you. I just wish to talk. And since you’d run away screaming at the sight of me, I thought I’d give myself a fair shake.”

She put her hand on Alyssa’s shoulder, and apparated her away.

Bellatrix’s words weren’t comforting in the slightest. Alyssa didn’t believe for a moment that this woman wouldn’t hurt her. She wanted to shrink away at her touch, wanted to recoil and shrink away. She really wanted to shoot her with her bow. But none of those things were options.

And when they were suddenly in a cabin in the woods somewhere, Alyssa could feel her heart beat faster. It was thunder in her ears, and her palms were clammy.

Alyssa’s vial was floated with her wand, and locked away in a cabinet. Most of her clothing followed suit, and Bellatrix dressed her in a well fitting black corset and skirt. She positioned Alyssa on a comfortable chair in front of the fire place, and then sat down in front of her. She didn’t touch her with her hands, not once, though she had drank her naked body in with her eyes before dressing her.

“Tea?” Of course, the Silencio was still in effect, and Bellatrix knew it.

Wanting to scream and not being able to was hell. Especially when the bitch stripped her and stared. Even though she was paralyzed and silent, Alyssa’s eyes were murderous.

“Oh come down off it, Lyssa,” she said turning the nickname into something poisonous and twisted. “You didn’t think this would happen?"

Her voice was shaking, conflict in her eyes and on her face. There was no going back for her. She knew it. Bellatrix was too much a coward to take her own life. Or perhaps her sanity was too shredded.

"I don't take rejection very well..."

Alyssa should’ve gone walking with someone, should’ve drove places. All she could do was scream mentally, internally, hoping that Logan or Damian or someone would hear her. Kitty. Anyone. Please, please find me - someone, anyone -

Bellatrix laughed, getting to her feet. She walked lazily towards Alyssa, and gestured with her wand. Pain, white hot, like hell opened up under the skin. It was a writhing, living thing without end, that made time seem to stand still. It moved from limb to limb, organ to organ, never letting up, never lessening or dulling.

The witch twisted her wand around, and centered it on the base of Alyssa’s spine. The pain stopped. She whispered crucio once again, this time in Alyssa’s ear, and pressed the wand against her skin, hard.

Alyssa could’ve handled mental torture, could’ve handled pretty much anything but the spell. The worst part, the part she hated, was that she couldn’t move or scream. She couldn’t even close her eyes.

Doing what she did in the dreams, she focused on something good. Something pure. She thought about how the woman torturing her must have been good at one point, how she must have been a little girl with hopes and dreams and love. She made herself think of only that, and it was the only way Alyssa could keep herself from passing out. But even then, it only worked for so long. Soon her eyes went dark with unconsciousness.

"You're supposed to last longer!" Bellatrix's voice was a shriek. She slapped Alyssa, hard across the face, dropping the spells holding her in place. She grabbed the limp girl, throwing her across the room bodily, then jumping onto her and shaking her by the shoulders. Bella slammed the girl’s head down and then raised her fists.

She started to beat on Alyssa, screaming over the sick wet sound of flesh impacting flesh. No magic, no finesse, but pure, crazed rage.

Alyssa would’ve laughed if she could. This was far preferable to that damn spell. Comparatively, this felt fantastic. And it proved everything in her head right. Something, somewhere, had gone terribly wrong for Bellatrix, and driven her mad, like a dog with rabies.

Then Alyssa’s body started to glow with pure light. At first it was subtle, but it soon grew stronger. Alyssa felt her jaw move, her eyes blink. She was whispering something over and over. If Bella could hear, if she leaned in, she’d hear that Alyssa was murmuring one thing repeatedly. “It’s okay.”

The older woman glared at her through tears and with her face contorted. Bloodied fists raised over her head, she leaned in and listened, and then jerked away as though she’d been shocked. “It’s okay? It’s okay? What do you know!?”

Her voice rose in pitch and she shrieked. “Use your light and kill me already!”

Alyssa shook her head faintly as she glowed more, the light pushing her up from the ground. “You. You’re going to be okay.” Her eyes closed as she felt herself being pushed by the Light into a standing position. Suddenly the light filled the room like an atom bomb, albeit without the destruction, and she felt the magic leave her body.

The Light would erase any trace of demonic taint from Bellatrix, should it be there. It would also lull the woman to sleep if she wanted it. It sounded like music, this Light, and it felt warm and coaxing. If there was ever any question what side Alyssa worked for, it would be erased in that moment.

“Never! I’ll never be okay...!” Though there was no demonic taint in Bellatrix, her mind was corrupted, and her soul damaged. She’d dreamed years of the dementors in one night. Years of being under the Dark Lord’s sway, years of evil acts. She’d long ago crossed the boundary between redeemable and not, and tonight she had crossed it in this world too.

The witch screamed. The music, and the warmth burned through her, and her vision went white.

Alyssa could move again. She was still bleeding, but where there was once pain, there was only warmth. Kneeling down, she put her fingers to Bellatrix’s neck to take her pulse. The woman was still alive.

Going to the phone, Alyssa wondered who she should call. Damian wouldn’t be able to defend himself from Bella should she wake up. Her fingers dialed Logan’s number from memory.

Logan answered after a moment, speaking gruffly. “Hello?” He sounded like he wasn’t in a very good mood.

“Logan?” Alyssa’s voice was shaky from shock and overexertion. “I don’t know where I am.” She was looking for her vial as she talked, closing her eyes and reaching out an arm to get it to come to her.

The cabinet shook violently as the vial tried to return to her. Then the wood splintered as it freed itself.

“What happened?” Logan was alert, and grabbing his jacket and bike keys. Anything else could wait right now. He’d already failed Neena. And Laura in a way. He didn’t want to fail Lyssa, and she sounded shakey.

“She kidnapped me. Tried to get me to kill her. I’m in the woods somewhere, if I shoot arrows, do you think you can see me?” Alyssa already had her bow in her hand, was tearing at her skirt to make a compress for her head, her nose.

“Woods somewhere?” Logan switched to bluetooth and hopped onto his bike, not wanting to lose contact with her. “I need a place to start, darlin’....”

“I don’t know, I was walking home from school, and she just ... took me.” Alyssa walked outside, setting the phone down and summoning her energy. She shot an arrow of pure light into the sky, hoping he’d see it.

Logan saw nothing, as he hit the freeway and started driving east. “Can you see mountains? Is it day or night. Sun is still up for me. We need a point of reference.” He drove faster.

“Mountains, it’s daytime. I’m going to walk to see if I can find a freeway sign or something.” She closed her eyes, trying to listen for car sounds before picking a direction and walking.

Her feet were bare, but she ignored the pain and their eventual bloodying before finding a street marker. No cars were there, and she felt like she’d walked miles. “Mono Lake.”

Logan let out a curse. “That’s a six fuckin’ hour drive!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I guess I’ll start walking then,” Alyssa snapped right back. But she had an idea. In the dreams, she could go places - just close her eyes and open a door, and she could go where she was needed. Alyssa went back to the door of the cabin, splashing holy water on it before opening it up.

The door glowed brightly as she opened it, and soon she was by the side of the road, watching Logan pass her by. “U-turn?”

Logan screeched to a halt, bringing the bike around and rolling up to her. His face contorted in anger. He was going to spike that woman until there wasn’t anything left of her. His knuckles turned white on the handlebars, and his claws popped. Logan took a few deep breaths, then set his jaw. “That woman need to be locked away or put down.”

Alyssa walked up to Logan, smiling despite the pain of it, her teeth bloody, her nose broken, her skin bruised and dotted with dark spots of congealed red. “You don’t need those right now,” she murmured, touching his claws with her other hand. “May we go to your place so I can get cleaned up?”

“..yeah..” Logan sheathed his claws, and brought a hand up to her face, tenderly. “I don’t think the police are going to be able to do shit..”

“Nor should they. She wants to die, Logan. She kidnapped me so I could kill her. She needs help.” Alyssa touched his hand, her fingers curling around the knuckles. “I did what I could for her, but ... she needs to be in therapy somewhere. She thinks I can save her.” Alyssa shook her head. “I don’t want her to die, I want her to be all right. Something, somewhere, it twisted her.”

“She beat you bloody,” Logan said, shaking his head and looking at her with concern. Her fingers felt good on his knuckles, but any attention on them and his wrists did. He pulled her into a gentle hug. “You really think she can be saved?”

“She did this spell, first, this ... it hurt so bad, Logan.” Alyssa could feel her bravery ebbing now that she was far from the situation. “I hope so, because she ... she’s going to kill someone, Logan, she - “ Tears cut her off as she buried her head into Logan’s neck, not caring about the pain in her face, her chest, her everything.

His arms tightened around her. His instincts were to protect, and avenger. He couldn’t do anything right now but try to comfort and hold her. “What?”

Leaning back, Alyssa shook her head. “May we go now?” She wiped her cheeks, tears leaving clean tracks through blood.

“Yeah. I’ll get you cleaned up an’ treated. I know this doctor that Summers introduced me to that can work some magic. At least help with the pain.” He was already sending a message to Faiza.

“Really?” Alyssa smiled a little lopsidedly. “Thank you.” She cupped his cheeks like she was going to kiss him. And she did. On the forehead. “Logan Howlett, did I ever say how wonderful you are?”

“Nope. First time for everything,” he replied. Then he helped her on the bike, and gunned it down the road.


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