(Fic) Under the Force Chapter 7
Title: Under the Force
Author: hyndara71
Pairing/Characters: gen, Monroe/Nick-friendship
Spoilers: ./.
Rating: M
Words: 2000
Summary: Translation to the AU to 1.08 Game Ogre. What if Juliette had left the house instead of attacking Stark with the boiling water? Torture!Nick, again AU
Disclaimer: Grimm is the property of NBC, Hazy Mills Production, CK Production and a lot of others. Nothing mine, only the idea.
A/N: 1) I was asked several times to translate this fic into English, so … I think now you have to deal with the result :P. As this is a translation and in my native language I'm using a lot of sayings I'm pretty sure I will have a lot of mistakes in this, so please forgive me my bad use of the English language. But I hope you will enjoy the story itself :).
2) This is an AU! I will mention this twice because there were some misunderstandings when I posted the original. AU means that it is possible that some things are a little different to what happened during the episode and it's also possible that someone would get wrong informations about what is or was going on. So, please wait until the story is complete before starting to complain about some things that are different to 1.08 :).
Previous Chapters:
1. Captured
3. On the Edge
4. On the right Way
5. Relationships
6 . Torture
Nick realized he'd must past out during the torture. The last thing he'd remembered was a terrible pain in his left shoulder, after that … nothing. Maybe better he thought, maybe much better for him.
Now he was sitting on his uncomfortable chair again while Stark pulled again the battery out of his cell before he started to tie the young Grimm to this chair.
Nick closed his one not injured eye, accepting the situation. As long as he was tied to the chair Stark would leave him alone. That meant he was safe. It would be dangerous again the moment Stark would loose him and drag him to stand up.
Nick imagined:
Juliette smiling, the flavour of fresh coffee in the morning, Monroe's warm eyes. Eyes so soft and caring it was hard to believe in Monroe's violent past.
Monroe …
Did he had halluzinations or did he really talked to Monroe a few minutes ago? But … what was Monroe doing with Hank?
Again Nick felt something inside himself, scratching and screaming and trying to drag him to let it out. The Grimm wanted the control he realized, but he wouldn't let him out. Not no, maybe never!
But it was clear as water to Nick that the fact that he was a Grimm made him such an interesting subject to torture for Stark. He really didn't realized that he changed, that something inside him changed. True, he was stronger now, physical and mentally spoken.
Great! The story of his life! Why this inheritage could have start first with the superpowers instead of letting him see strange things? Why didn't those extra-super-Grimm-powers to fight giants, trolls or whatever else Stark was? Nope, surely not! Instead his resistance was stronger than normal. Oh, how wonderful life could turn out sometimes!
And, what the heck does it mean to be a Grimm? What was a Grimm?
After looking through a couple of the books Nick thought of Grimm usually as killler-machines and warriors. And surely those Grimms had an affinity to decapitaling as far as he's looked through the books.
And, sorry, but Nick never wanted to become such a person! Heck, he just couldn't imagined his beloved aunt Marie as a coldblooded killer!
Maybe Grimm were like some animals: coldblooded hunters but the affectionativest parents to their childs? Surely Juliette could explain those things better to him, he only remembered some documentaries on „Animal Planet" about lions or bears or whatever.
Stark mumbled something that sounded a bit like "see you later" and turned around.
Nick watched how his torturer left the cabin and closed the door behind himself. He heard the sound of the bold pushing into hold, then the click of the lock and finally Stark's heavy steps.
Again he was alone …
Nick looked at his cell which was still on the desk.
Only one call! One time pushing the Emergency-button … only … one call! Freedom and a safe place only one call away …
Nick knew this was impossible. Stark took the battery with himself when he left the cabin. Without power the phone was useless.
But … Nick slowly recognized that he didn't feel the metal of his handcuffs around his wrists. He moved his head and looked at the rope, still hanging from the ceiling. And on one end of the rope there still were his handcuffs, still connected to the rope!
Why Stark hadn't tied him up again with his handcuffs?
Nick didn't know but he was aware that he suddenly had a chance to get free. He forced himself to move his arms - which leads to the feeling his left arm would explode the next second!
The rope Stark had used to tie him to the chair seemed to shrink the more he tried to move, so finally Nick gave in and stopped, shivering and sweating in pain.
Stark was a killer with a long list of victims. Not every of this victims was easily killed off. Some of them Stark had tortured several days before they were finally death. Just remember the last couple of vics Nick had seen with his own eyes.
No! He never would accept to end like one of those! He didn't want to get beat to death or lose a bodypart or whatever else!
For one moment Nick had to fight the tears burning in his healthy eye. He felt so damned helpless and lonely and didn't had a clue or chance to get free.
But … he wouldn't give in! Never! He wouldn't die here, killed off while Stark would torture him! He had to find a way to break free!
Again Nick looked around, this time in search of a weapon. But … there was nothing!
The blanket he had slept on last night, the bed Stark had slept in, the desk, the chairs … the fire in the fireplace was burned down. And … Stark's box full of special … toys.
Nick took a deep breath, well, as deep as he could with a gagged mouth.
And then … he was aware that he also wasn't gagged like the last time. Stark only had put some tape over his lips. Tape … and the voices from outside he'd heard earlier. The noises last night …
Nick thought about his situation. It was only a question of time until Stark would finally realize what he was. Sure, he was injured now, had a broken arm and a broken hand with broken fingers. But right now he was still able to run, and he would be able to scream if he would get rid off the tape! There were people outside the cabin - well, okay, from time to time, but there was life outside. So, he could sit here, waiting until Stark would come back, looking forward to a painful and slowly death. Or he could try to loose the tape from his lips and scream the hell out of here. Maybe not the manlist thing to do but surely the best way to flee.
The decision was made. Nick began to move his jaws to loose the tape …
***
"I don't think this is a good idea, Mister Monroe", Hank said.
Monroe couldn't believe it. "Do you know the area you have located Nick's phone?" he asked. "You will need every single man you can get, man!"
"Stark won't hide Nick somewhere in the woods", Hank answered. "He will keep him somewhere near a village. And that's our chance." But it was obvisiously Hank didn't believe in his own theory.
Only the photo on Hank's cell told the whole story. Nick looked heavily injured, full of pain, bloody and swolen. Like he'd done a little walk downside hell. And such a trip never was silently, not for a normal person and surely not for a Grimm.
Of course it was said about Grimm that they have more power, that their pain level was higher than usual. But just with such a high balance those injuries wouldn't be taken quietly. And Nick's voice didn't sound like he took a singing-lesson, nope! He'd sounded like he'd screamed the hell out of him, like he'd taken the road down to the next torture-chamber.
No one able to hear could have ignored what was going on in the neigbourhood. Especially not those sounds like Nick must have produced. Besides the fact that it surely had taken some attention during the rebuilding of the building.
"I'm sorry, Mister Monroe, but this is cop-work", Hank decided and stood up.
Not necessarily if the police wanted Nick back in one piece.
Monroe stood also up, still fixing Hank's eyes.
Hank didn't seem too comfortable under his eyes. Good!
"I'm sorry, Mister Monroe, but I have to refuse your help", he said. "And I really hope I don't have to put you into protective custody because you are suddenly planing your next vacation out there in the woods."
"It shouldn't be your problem, Detective Griffin", Monroe said. "Besides … isn't it my decision where I want to spend my time off?"
"Not in this case I fear", Hank answered. Then he sighed and nodded. "Come on, you can come with me down to the parking garage." He looked to the Captain's bureau where a tall man was picking up a sandy coat.
Monroe hesitated, thinking for a second about the rifle and the Siegbarste Gift he had in his car. But then he followed Hank in hope to get some more informations.
Something was going to happen, this was clear when Monroe joined Hank on his way again. All around them policeman and -women were on their way, all together, more or less, down to the parking lot or the garage where the cars and busses were waiting.
Monroe got what was going on and he hoped he already had helped the police. Seriously, he was sure he did! Obvisiously that Siegbarste hadn't thought about another one could pick up the call. And this hesitating finally led to the tracking they had now.
Unfortunately it was also clear all the policeman and -women didn't had a clue with what they had to deal here. Monroe was sure, if this would be necessary that Siegbarste would kill off the complete precinct! No problem for an ogre … well, not that big problem.
Why this stupid baby-Grimm didn't show up at his home as Nick was doing every other time? Why he stayed away and tried to deal with this one on his own?
Monroe knew the answer but he couldn't accept it - no one had known about the Siegbarste in Portland, plain and simple! Nick probably thought he would have to deal with a normal killer instead of a real enemy.
Hank stopped on the side of the stairways and turned around, blocking Monroe's way downstairs. "I'm sorry, Mister Monroe", he said again, "but I fear from here on we should separate. And, just in case, the police already has a plan how to deal with this danger. Stay away from it!"
Monroe blinkened. "And I still think you will need every man you can find", he said. "Besides … Nick is a friend of mine and I'm tending to defend my friends, you know?"
"Not in this case! Stay out of it!" Hank shook his head.
Monroe looked at the other man and began to think again. "Look, Detective", he finally said, "this guy you are after … this … how is the name? Stark? He is not normal!"
"I know", Hank answered. "Look, I know perfectly after what we are, Mister Monroe. I was the one who arrested Stark five years ago. And, believe me, only the fact that he had a good lawyer led him to be arrested in California and not in Oregon."
Monore stared while his brain began again to work.
So, Nick wasn't kidnapped by the Siegbarste because he was a Grimm but to take revenge on Hank - cruel revenge by the way! So there was the slide chance that this Siegbarste still didn't know whom he was killing the long way.
Siegbarste wasn't known for highly intelligence. True, they weren't this stupid then Schneetmacher but they seriously never would have a genius among them. It took a Siegbarste time to figure out what he wanted to do next and with and to whom. So the chance was really high that this Siegbarste wasn't aware of Nick as a Grimm. But this time was limited, very limited thinking about Nick's thrifty use of wolfsbane, but there was a chance. And this chance could mean Nick would stay alive a while longer than Monroe thought in the first place.
"I'm sorry." Hank turned around and took the next stairs down to the garage, leaving Monroe alone.
And Monroe's decision was written in stone: He would follow the police into the woods, and he would free his friend and do whatever it would take to get rid off the Siegbarste …
Author: hyndara71
Pairing/Characters: gen, Monroe/Nick-friendship
Spoilers: ./.
Rating: M
Words: 2000
Summary: Translation to the AU to 1.08 Game Ogre. What if Juliette had left the house instead of attacking Stark with the boiling water? Torture!Nick, again AU
Disclaimer: Grimm is the property of NBC, Hazy Mills Production, CK Production and a lot of others. Nothing mine, only the idea.
A/N: 1) I was asked several times to translate this fic into English, so … I think now you have to deal with the result :P. As this is a translation and in my native language I'm using a lot of sayings I'm pretty sure I will have a lot of mistakes in this, so please forgive me my bad use of the English language. But I hope you will enjoy the story itself :).
2) This is an AU! I will mention this twice because there were some misunderstandings when I posted the original. AU means that it is possible that some things are a little different to what happened during the episode and it's also possible that someone would get wrong informations about what is or was going on. So, please wait until the story is complete before starting to complain about some things that are different to 1.08 :).
Previous Chapters:
1. Captured
3. On the Edge
4. On the right Way
5. Relationships
6 . Torture
Nick realized he'd must past out during the torture. The last thing he'd remembered was a terrible pain in his left shoulder, after that … nothing. Maybe better he thought, maybe much better for him.
Now he was sitting on his uncomfortable chair again while Stark pulled again the battery out of his cell before he started to tie the young Grimm to this chair.
Nick closed his one not injured eye, accepting the situation. As long as he was tied to the chair Stark would leave him alone. That meant he was safe. It would be dangerous again the moment Stark would loose him and drag him to stand up.
Nick imagined:
Juliette smiling, the flavour of fresh coffee in the morning, Monroe's warm eyes. Eyes so soft and caring it was hard to believe in Monroe's violent past.
Monroe …
Did he had halluzinations or did he really talked to Monroe a few minutes ago? But … what was Monroe doing with Hank?
Again Nick felt something inside himself, scratching and screaming and trying to drag him to let it out. The Grimm wanted the control he realized, but he wouldn't let him out. Not no, maybe never!
But it was clear as water to Nick that the fact that he was a Grimm made him such an interesting subject to torture for Stark. He really didn't realized that he changed, that something inside him changed. True, he was stronger now, physical and mentally spoken.
Great! The story of his life! Why this inheritage could have start first with the superpowers instead of letting him see strange things? Why didn't those extra-super-Grimm-powers to fight giants, trolls or whatever else Stark was? Nope, surely not! Instead his resistance was stronger than normal. Oh, how wonderful life could turn out sometimes!
And, what the heck does it mean to be a Grimm? What was a Grimm?
After looking through a couple of the books Nick thought of Grimm usually as killler-machines and warriors. And surely those Grimms had an affinity to decapitaling as far as he's looked through the books.
And, sorry, but Nick never wanted to become such a person! Heck, he just couldn't imagined his beloved aunt Marie as a coldblooded killer!
Maybe Grimm were like some animals: coldblooded hunters but the affectionativest parents to their childs? Surely Juliette could explain those things better to him, he only remembered some documentaries on „Animal Planet" about lions or bears or whatever.
Stark mumbled something that sounded a bit like "see you later" and turned around.
Nick watched how his torturer left the cabin and closed the door behind himself. He heard the sound of the bold pushing into hold, then the click of the lock and finally Stark's heavy steps.
Again he was alone …
Nick looked at his cell which was still on the desk.
Only one call! One time pushing the Emergency-button … only … one call! Freedom and a safe place only one call away …
Nick knew this was impossible. Stark took the battery with himself when he left the cabin. Without power the phone was useless.
But … Nick slowly recognized that he didn't feel the metal of his handcuffs around his wrists. He moved his head and looked at the rope, still hanging from the ceiling. And on one end of the rope there still were his handcuffs, still connected to the rope!
Why Stark hadn't tied him up again with his handcuffs?
Nick didn't know but he was aware that he suddenly had a chance to get free. He forced himself to move his arms - which leads to the feeling his left arm would explode the next second!
The rope Stark had used to tie him to the chair seemed to shrink the more he tried to move, so finally Nick gave in and stopped, shivering and sweating in pain.
Stark was a killer with a long list of victims. Not every of this victims was easily killed off. Some of them Stark had tortured several days before they were finally death. Just remember the last couple of vics Nick had seen with his own eyes.
No! He never would accept to end like one of those! He didn't want to get beat to death or lose a bodypart or whatever else!
For one moment Nick had to fight the tears burning in his healthy eye. He felt so damned helpless and lonely and didn't had a clue or chance to get free.
But … he wouldn't give in! Never! He wouldn't die here, killed off while Stark would torture him! He had to find a way to break free!
Again Nick looked around, this time in search of a weapon. But … there was nothing!
The blanket he had slept on last night, the bed Stark had slept in, the desk, the chairs … the fire in the fireplace was burned down. And … Stark's box full of special … toys.
Nick took a deep breath, well, as deep as he could with a gagged mouth.
And then … he was aware that he also wasn't gagged like the last time. Stark only had put some tape over his lips. Tape … and the voices from outside he'd heard earlier. The noises last night …
Nick thought about his situation. It was only a question of time until Stark would finally realize what he was. Sure, he was injured now, had a broken arm and a broken hand with broken fingers. But right now he was still able to run, and he would be able to scream if he would get rid off the tape! There were people outside the cabin - well, okay, from time to time, but there was life outside. So, he could sit here, waiting until Stark would come back, looking forward to a painful and slowly death. Or he could try to loose the tape from his lips and scream the hell out of here. Maybe not the manlist thing to do but surely the best way to flee.
The decision was made. Nick began to move his jaws to loose the tape …
***
"I don't think this is a good idea, Mister Monroe", Hank said.
Monroe couldn't believe it. "Do you know the area you have located Nick's phone?" he asked. "You will need every single man you can get, man!"
"Stark won't hide Nick somewhere in the woods", Hank answered. "He will keep him somewhere near a village. And that's our chance." But it was obvisiously Hank didn't believe in his own theory.
Only the photo on Hank's cell told the whole story. Nick looked heavily injured, full of pain, bloody and swolen. Like he'd done a little walk downside hell. And such a trip never was silently, not for a normal person and surely not for a Grimm.
Of course it was said about Grimm that they have more power, that their pain level was higher than usual. But just with such a high balance those injuries wouldn't be taken quietly. And Nick's voice didn't sound like he took a singing-lesson, nope! He'd sounded like he'd screamed the hell out of him, like he'd taken the road down to the next torture-chamber.
No one able to hear could have ignored what was going on in the neigbourhood. Especially not those sounds like Nick must have produced. Besides the fact that it surely had taken some attention during the rebuilding of the building.
"I'm sorry, Mister Monroe, but this is cop-work", Hank decided and stood up.
Not necessarily if the police wanted Nick back in one piece.
Monroe stood also up, still fixing Hank's eyes.
Hank didn't seem too comfortable under his eyes. Good!
"I'm sorry, Mister Monroe, but I have to refuse your help", he said. "And I really hope I don't have to put you into protective custody because you are suddenly planing your next vacation out there in the woods."
"It shouldn't be your problem, Detective Griffin", Monroe said. "Besides … isn't it my decision where I want to spend my time off?"
"Not in this case I fear", Hank answered. Then he sighed and nodded. "Come on, you can come with me down to the parking garage." He looked to the Captain's bureau where a tall man was picking up a sandy coat.
Monroe hesitated, thinking for a second about the rifle and the Siegbarste Gift he had in his car. But then he followed Hank in hope to get some more informations.
Something was going to happen, this was clear when Monroe joined Hank on his way again. All around them policeman and -women were on their way, all together, more or less, down to the parking lot or the garage where the cars and busses were waiting.
Monroe got what was going on and he hoped he already had helped the police. Seriously, he was sure he did! Obvisiously that Siegbarste hadn't thought about another one could pick up the call. And this hesitating finally led to the tracking they had now.
Unfortunately it was also clear all the policeman and -women didn't had a clue with what they had to deal here. Monroe was sure, if this would be necessary that Siegbarste would kill off the complete precinct! No problem for an ogre … well, not that big problem.
Why this stupid baby-Grimm didn't show up at his home as Nick was doing every other time? Why he stayed away and tried to deal with this one on his own?
Monroe knew the answer but he couldn't accept it - no one had known about the Siegbarste in Portland, plain and simple! Nick probably thought he would have to deal with a normal killer instead of a real enemy.
Hank stopped on the side of the stairways and turned around, blocking Monroe's way downstairs. "I'm sorry, Mister Monroe", he said again, "but I fear from here on we should separate. And, just in case, the police already has a plan how to deal with this danger. Stay away from it!"
Monroe blinkened. "And I still think you will need every man you can find", he said. "Besides … Nick is a friend of mine and I'm tending to defend my friends, you know?"
"Not in this case! Stay out of it!" Hank shook his head.
Monroe looked at the other man and began to think again. "Look, Detective", he finally said, "this guy you are after … this … how is the name? Stark? He is not normal!"
"I know", Hank answered. "Look, I know perfectly after what we are, Mister Monroe. I was the one who arrested Stark five years ago. And, believe me, only the fact that he had a good lawyer led him to be arrested in California and not in Oregon."
Monore stared while his brain began again to work.
So, Nick wasn't kidnapped by the Siegbarste because he was a Grimm but to take revenge on Hank - cruel revenge by the way! So there was the slide chance that this Siegbarste still didn't know whom he was killing the long way.
Siegbarste wasn't known for highly intelligence. True, they weren't this stupid then Schneetmacher but they seriously never would have a genius among them. It took a Siegbarste time to figure out what he wanted to do next and with and to whom. So the chance was really high that this Siegbarste wasn't aware of Nick as a Grimm. But this time was limited, very limited thinking about Nick's thrifty use of wolfsbane, but there was a chance. And this chance could mean Nick would stay alive a while longer than Monroe thought in the first place.
"I'm sorry." Hank turned around and took the next stairs down to the garage, leaving Monroe alone.
And Monroe's decision was written in stone: He would follow the police into the woods, and he would free his friend and do whatever it would take to get rid off the Siegbarste …