|Anna Cornick (wolf_omega) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2012-03-01 19:47:00
|Entry tags:||anna cornick, ismara solo, troy barnes|
Who: Anna and whoever finds her
What: Anna got caught by Meg and tortured for several days straight
Where: Warehouse then moving to the complex lobby (least it isn't the stairs?)
When: Night of the 1st
Rating/Status: PG-13/Still in progress (Troy's bit is more or less done)
Anna knew she should have been more careful. Asked a witch from the complex for a cloaking spell or something to hide her from the demon. But she was confident she could tail the demon woman without getting caught. Oh how wrong she had been. Barely a few hours into tracking the demon, she had been grabbed. She had fought back as best she could, but then there had been so many hands grabbing at her, holding her down even with her werewolf strength. She cursed at herself mentally for not having gone to trail the demon as a wolf. During her capture, she had been rendered unconscious and dragged who knew where. Not even her wolf could rouse her or take control as she sometimes did while Anna slept.
When Anna came to, she regretted it. The woman clearly knew what Anna was. And the look in the possessed human's eyes sent Anna back mentally to her first years as a new wolf, with Leo passing her around like a whore to all the males who pleased him in doing a job well done. But that look reminded her too much of Justin. Too much of a crazed wolf who loved to hurt her and make her suffer. But just like before, the wolf in Anna was there to soothe her fears and take more control, not enough to initiate a change, but enough to shield Anna as much as possible.
The Omega werewolf had no idea how much time had passed since her capture. Did anyone notice her gone? Did anyone care? The pain was far, far worse than what had been done to her by her own pack. It never stopped, keeping her awake. Most of the wounds were done by normal knives and healed quickly but there was silver. Anna could feel the burning sensation it left behind from the blades sliding across her skin. And when Meg seemed to get bored of cutting her for a while, there was fire and acid mixed in with time on a few medieval torture devices such as the rack.
In spite of the pain though, Anna tried not to whimper, to show how much it hurt but there were times, oh so many times when she couldn't help it. She heard voices and weakly lifted her head from where she was currently tied up. She felt the bonds holding her arms their painful angle behind her back get cut off and she cried out in pain as circulation returned.
She felt something get tied around her waist but before she could look at it she was violently dragged out of the room, through a hall, and tossed outside like a piece of garbage near some dumpsters. How long Anna laid there she didn't know. But she had to move. She had to get to the complex. She could smell the kids in the building. Forcing her head up, she wiped some caked blood from her eye and saw she had been in a warehouse.
Feeling her wolf seeking control, Anna more than happily relented. The gold glow of her eyes was clear and slowly she began limping in the direction she knew the complex was in, leaving a small blood trail behind on the pavement. She knew no one would look down with how cold it was.
During her long trek, Anna collapsed more than a few times, but she kept hold of the bag that she'd been given. It was clear to her she was a messenger to whoever kids had been taken. She was going to make sure the message was delivered so that that demon bitch would pay.
Finally, Anna could see the complex. The wolf held control and forced Anna forward, past the steps of the complex and finally into the lobby before collapsing, her strength failing at last. Werewolves were resilient, but she had been up for days on end and had been tortured. Even a wolf from her world had it's point where their strength gave out.
She tried her best to stay conscious but knew it was a losing battle. But time was being lost if it took too long for her to be found. With a final burst of strength, Anna sucked in a painful breath before letting out a painfilled, mournful howl that the entire complex would no doubt hear before she fell completely limp, clinging to the vestiges of consciousness.