It never was an easy task keeping the Lion in hospital. Locked to so_far_fallen
Leo hadn't seen it coming, and really he should have been worried that someone was able to sneak up on him and get the best of him after all these years doing what he did. The fact that it had only taken one sharp hit over the head to knock him down would have raised some alarms too, if he weren't busy being face down on the concrete, completely out cold.
Waking up, tied to a chair with a pounding headache and a dry mouth was not an unfamiliar feeling. The metal table lined with assorted sharp instruments was also a thing he'd seen before. Neither fact, however, offered any comfort. Because in past experiences, those two things had proved to end in massive amounts of agony. Usually for him.
His torturers made no effort to hide their faces, which alone wasn't overly shocking, though it usually meant they had every intention of finishing him off. It did make it easier for him to identify that he did in fact not know who these people were though and that left the assassin feeling somewhat confused. Usually you didn't plan to torture someone you didn't know.
All his questions were answered once the pain started. It was simple at first; a question from them, a smartass response from him and then a punch to the face, repeat. Once frustration kicked in, so did the metal utensils. First small cuts, then larger ones. Then a finger nail or two pulled and even a back molar that Leo was pretty sure was a fake. Always the same two questions though:
Who was Leo to Aria and where was the boy being kept?
Time got away from him, and eventually everything was just a blur of pain and questions and agony and silence. The burns were bad, but the water boarding was the worst and really, when an old contact of Leo's finally showed up, he was barely conscious and half drowned.
Later, at the hospital, Leo discovered he'd been missing a week, that his housekeeper had reported him as gone when she'd shown up for work and discovered the front gate open and blood on the drive way. Of course, being who she was, she avoided contacting the police, going straight to Leo's black book and calling the name listed under 'in case of missing, call...'
Twelve hours and a ridiculous bribe later, Leo was laid up in his own bed, IV drip in his left hand and an in-home nurse pottering around in the kitchen.
Waking up, tied to a chair with a pounding headache and a dry mouth was not an unfamiliar feeling. The metal table lined with assorted sharp instruments was also a thing he'd seen before. Neither fact, however, offered any comfort. Because in past experiences, those two things had proved to end in massive amounts of agony. Usually for him.
His torturers made no effort to hide their faces, which alone wasn't overly shocking, though it usually meant they had every intention of finishing him off. It did make it easier for him to identify that he did in fact not know who these people were though and that left the assassin feeling somewhat confused. Usually you didn't plan to torture someone you didn't know.
All his questions were answered once the pain started. It was simple at first; a question from them, a smartass response from him and then a punch to the face, repeat. Once frustration kicked in, so did the metal utensils. First small cuts, then larger ones. Then a finger nail or two pulled and even a back molar that Leo was pretty sure was a fake. Always the same two questions though:
Who was Leo to Aria and where was the boy being kept?
Time got away from him, and eventually everything was just a blur of pain and questions and agony and silence. The burns were bad, but the water boarding was the worst and really, when an old contact of Leo's finally showed up, he was barely conscious and half drowned.
Later, at the hospital, Leo discovered he'd been missing a week, that his housekeeper had reported him as gone when she'd shown up for work and discovered the front gate open and blood on the drive way. Of course, being who she was, she avoided contacting the police, going straight to Leo's black book and calling the name listed under 'in case of missing, call...'
Twelve hours and a ridiculous bribe later, Leo was laid up in his own bed, IV drip in his left hand and an in-home nurse pottering around in the kitchen.