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The Omega Team - Mission One: Nathaniel Perkins ~ PART FOUR |
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When she awoke she was chained to a wall. They were magical binding chains, she had no powers. She looked around, she was in a small room three yards by four. All concrete and it was dark. There were three read lights on the opposite wall. The others were there too, also chained up but other wise in tact. She smelled blood, it wasn’t any of theirs, it was old. They were all out cold still. She might as well get comfortable. They wouldn’t wake up for a while. She tugged on the chains, nothing. That was about what she had expected. It would be too easy if she could just break them and what fun would that be. She looked around again, more of the room becoming visible as she recovered. There were three cameras in the room that they weren’t supposed to see. There was also a door, only one. It was steel and strong with no way to break it down.
“Kit?” asked someone. Sam had regained consciousness. She looked at him, he blinked, trying to focus.
“I’m awake. Are you okay?”
“You mean despite being captured by the enemy and being locked in a dark, dank, badly furnished room?”
“Yes, besides that.”
“I’m fine, just a nasty bump on the head. What hit me?”
“It felt like a .38 Smith & Wesson.”
“You were the first one hit.”
“So?”
“You never saw it.”
“I felt it and man did I feel it.”
“And you recognized it?”
“Yes.”
“That’s an interesting talent.”
“It is?” Someone else groaned.
“Le?” asked Sam.
“Sam?” responded a very confused Leon.
“Yeah, you feeling alright?”
“I’m good. Anyone else awake?”
“Just me,” said Kit.
“Kit?”
“Yes, Kit,” said Kit somewhat angrily.
“I think someone hit me.”
“You’re not the only one,” said Kyle as he woke up. It appeared they were all waking up together, that was interesting. They all awoke with complaints on their lips. Billy was the last to wake up. And it might have been because he knew that he was going to be in a lot of trouble when he woke up.
“Damn,” said Billy, it was the first thing out of his mouth.
“Damn is right, Billy,” said Jimmy, “You dropped it!”
“It was an accident!”
“Yeah, well it was one stupid accident!”
“I didn’t do it on purpose!”
“Why-!”
“Both of you be quiet,” said Leon.
“That’s a very good idea,” said Kit, “Billy?”
“Kit?” asked Billy.
“I gave you one order,” said Kit.
“Yeah.”
“What was that one order?”
“Don’t drop the bomb.”
“Right, and what did you do?”
“I, um, I dropped the bomb.”
“Right, now we’ve covered what happened. And what’s done is done. Right now it doesn’t matter, we have to-.” The door burst open. Three heavily armed men rushed inside the room.
“Her!” said one. Another rushed forward with a key. He started unlocking her chains as the third tapped her in the chest with his gun.
“No funny business or else understood?” She nodded and the last chain fell off. They shoved her back through the door and closed it.
An hour or so later they dragged her back in, where they tied her back up and left. Her team saw that she was bloody all over her stomach and face. She was half conscious as it was from whatever had happened to her.
“Are you okay?” asked Leon, a horribly idiotic question.
“Fine,” said Kit as she felt a black eye forming.
“What happened?” asked Sam.
“What do you think? Basic torture.”
“You sound…insulted?”
“Of course, I am insulted. Basic level torture? BASIC! Apparently they don’t think very much of me.”
“Are you seriously insulted by how they tortured you?” asked Kyle.
“Should I not be?”
“You’re insane!” said Fred.
“Probably, but be quiet now. They’ll come back for me again soon. I need sleep.” Leon stared at her. He went to school with Kit and from the first moment he’d set his eyes on her he liked her. He’d admired her from afar for sometime and now they were close and talking. But now she was hurt and he didn’t like that.
“I hate magical bindings,” said Leon.
“Everyone does,” said Kit as she closed her eyes. And they did come back for her. They were clearly not interested in torturing anyone else. As the female, apparently she was supposed to be the weakest link. The fifth time she was dragged into the other room yelling erupted.
“Why won’t you scream, damn it!” yelled a man and her team stared at the door. It was as plain as though whoever had said it had been right there.
“Damn,” said Sam, “I just thought -.”
“The door was too thick to hear through,” said Kyle.
“But, all that blood,” said Leon.
“Just scream!” shouted the man again. Something metal crashed to the ground.
“I’m not making you angry, am I?” asked Kit, they could practically hear the smirk she must have been wearing. It was funny despite being creepy.
“Who in the hell do you think you are?”
“Don’t you wish you knew?” He howled.
“You’re pushing it. When the boss gets here you’ll regret this.”
“Oh?” Something louder hit the ground and Kit was dragged out. She was out cold this time, but she must have been smiling when the man hit her because she still was. There was a boss and he was coming.
When she woke up, she realized she’d been out for a very long period of time. She was still tired, that man had hit her pretty hard. It amused her, the torturer being tortured by the torturee. It was so simple; torturers tend to be malicious megalomaniacs who just want to dominate over someone else. If she denied him what he wanted long enough, he would loose what little sanity he actually had.
“Kit?” asked Leon and she groaned.
“That’s better,” said Kit as looked up.
“I don’t think antagonizing your torturer is such a good idea.”
“Most of the things I do aren’t very good ideas.”
“I don’t doubt that,” said Sam. She jerked her head about.
“How are you doing in there?” asked Kyle.
“I’m fine,” said Kit, “These idiots are amateurs at best, they can’t get to me.”
“Don’t be so sure of that,” said a strong male voice as the door swung open. A new man walked into the room and Kit looked at him. It only lasted for a second but it was there nonetheless. Kit was shocked and scared when she saw that man. She swallowed hard when he walked in. She knew him and it was obvious she didn’t want to.
“We were having trouble breaking her,” said the shortest man.
“You can’t break her,” said the new man, he was the boss.
“Why not!”
“I bet she hasn’t even screamed.”
“Well, not exactly-.”
“And you lost your temper.”
“Well-.”
“Pathetic.”
“I can do it.”
“No, I know her type, you don’t break her your way, you break her my way.”
“You want to-.”
“She’s mine,” said the man as those around him backed away, “Any amateur who tries to break her will end breaking himself instead. Isn’t that right, Miss Kit Thompson?” He smiled at her and Kit smiled her creepiest little smile back at him. It affected the other men so much they rushed out of the room.
“Hello, Nathaniel,” said Kit, still smiling. Her whole team froze. Nathan flicked her hands and the chains unlocked. She fell down, as gracefully as she could manage and forced herself to remain standing upright. He pulled her into the next room. This man could be a challenge for her.
“Nobody calls me Nathaniel,” said the man.
“That’s right, you prefer Nathan, correct, Nathaniel?”
“I said call me Nathan,” said Nathan.
“Sure thing Nathaniel,” said Kit, enjoying every minute of his annoyance.
“At least you remember me.”
“It truly is amazing, Nathaniel.”
“I shall have to break you of that.”
“You think you can?”
“You forget, I remember you too, Kit Thompson.”
“Here’s what you requested,” said the man and Nathan looked at a table on wheels that was pushed over to him. She didn’t look at it; she never broke eye contact, not in a situation like this. He pulled a scalpel out and showed it to her as he licked the side of it. They strapped her into the chair as Nathan leaned forward on top of her.
“Now where to cut you first? Your pretty little face, maybe? Throat? Arms? Legs? Chest, perhaps? Maybe I could make you choose? Or-?” asked Nathan as he placed the scalpel just below her ear and slice down her chin, “You know you have a very beautiful jaw line? Really, I suspect that when you grow older you’ll have very defined face, to match those eyes of yours.” He traced the cut again, pressing harder. Kit gritted her teeth.
“Thank you.”
“Do you mind if I smoke?”
“Go ahead.” He pulled out a pack and slipped on in his mouth as Kit bled in her chair. He stared at her; Nathan wasn’t much for deep, meaningful thoughts. He only cared about how to hurt her next. He was patient though; he could take thousands of little slashes to crush a person. He grabbed the scalpel and shoved it into her stomach. She screamed, she wanted to stop but the blade was inches from where she’d been shot two weeks ago. It was loud too; they must have heard her back in the cell.
“Look who’s all broken now.” He crouched down and placed a finger in the wound. She screamed louder and he pulled them out. She passed out and they dragged back into the cell and tied her up.
n she woke up she couldn’t see anything and all she felt was the pain in her side. She could barely breathe.
“Thank god,” said someone, it sounded like Leon.
“Huh?” asked Kit in a haze. She looked down and saw all of the blood on her shirt.
“Are you okay?”
“That’s a…stupid que-question,” said Kit as she forced her head up.
“Kit?”
“I’ll…live.”
“Fine, you little-.”
“Little-?”
“Sorry, you crazy-.”
“By the way…you were right.”
“I was?”
“Never…an-anta...gonize the guy…with the knife.”
“Are you sure you okay?”
“No.” She closed her eyes again and passed out.
 Zegwarian310 · Sun Jul 29, 2007 @ 08:00pm · 0 Comments |
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