Who: Charlie and Tonks What: Charlie is experiencing life in The Shop, only to be returned to Lawrence in a battered state. When: Earlier tonight Where: Downtown Lawrence Warnings: Eh, not really. You might have feels for Charlie.
Charlie was strapped into a chair. She looked utterly miserable. Had she been able to she would have set the whole place ablaze, people and all, but her veins were flooded with some chemical The Shop had created to debilitate people with gifts like hers. She had vague memories of her childhood when the chemical had been used to stop her father’s mind control. Through the drug induced haze, she glared at Rainbird. He wasn’t the Rainbird she remembered. His face was free of the burn scars she’d put there, but he had that same smug look that infuriated her so much even as a small child.
“Charlie, you’d been such a good little soldier, never questioning my instructions. I don’t know what happened in the past week to change all of that, but you need to learn your lesson.” John Rainbird spoke so calmly that Charlie almost forgot the nightmarishness of all of it. What was he going to do, anyway? Mixed in with the anger and hatred was a definite fear for her life. He could very easily kill her and the world would never even know about it. That was the thing about The Shop. They did what they wanted, no matter how barbaric. Charlie closed her eyes, wanting to make it all go away. Suddenly, it seemed like her wish had worked. When she opened her eyes once again she wasn’t strapped into a chair, but crumpled in a pathetic heap on the side of the street. A car sped by, swerving slightly and honking its horn at her, and Charlie struggled to stand once again.
Barefoot and bruised all over, Charlie stumbling along the sidewalk trying to remember the way back to the complex. The drugs in her system left her feeling groggy and incredibly confused. She didn’t know where she was or what was happening, but was glad that John Rainbird seemed to be gone for the moment.