(fic) Under the Force Chapter 3
Title: Under the Force
Author: hyndara71
Pairing/Characters: gen, Monroe/Nick-friendship
Spoilers: ./.
Rating: M
Words: 1600
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
2. The Call
Chapter 3: On the Edge
Monroe had left his VWBeetle down the street, just to be sure. The last thing he wanted right now was a police car driving by, called by Nick's neighbours.
Seriously, Monroe didn't know what he was going to do. He didn't was this close friend to Nick. Yesterday's visit had showed this perfectly and still hurt the Blutbad deep on the buttom of his heart.
But … whatever this Baby-Grimm was doing, he didn't deserve to end under the brutal fists of a Siegbarste! And, Monroe didn't know why, but he somehow liked Nick …
The house was abadoned when he entered it climbing through the not longer existing window of the dining-room.
Shattered glass, broken furniture, framed photos in broken frames. This was the picture Monroe got when he looked around. The entire ground floor seemed to him like a hurrican hit the house last night.
Nice dining table, by the way, Monroe decided after taking a second look.
Monroe took a deep breath … and then he began to sniff.
Siegbarste, no meaning. And again Nick's very personal Grimm-smell.
Monroe sighed. How many times he had told the boy to use wolfbane? Right, Nick got that but … seriously! This Siegbarste seemed to have lost his sense of smell when he didn't know what he was attacking here!
Well, Siegbarste wasn't known as geniuses so … maybe he really didn't know what Nick was, but this wouldn't take him too long to find out - unfortunately.
"So, what am I looking for?" Monroe asked himself.
Good question …
He was looking for something leading him to Nick - and to the ogre, or to both. And he was looking for something he could protect Nick and, in the best case, he could kill the Siegbarste.
Monroe remembered while he was waiting for the police leaving Nick's residence. When he was a kid he met a Siegbarste who killed the father of his best friend. After this murder he had heard about something called "Siegbarste Gift", a little misleading because German name for a poison strong enough to kill an ogre.
To be true Monroe didn't know if Nick owned this or other stuff. But he was aware that the Grimm sometimes came up to him and actually had some sort of information but was unable to put the right pieces together - well, the problems of being new to the business.
Monroe spent nearly the entire night thinking about his new friend and this smattering and decided that Nick had a second place to come to. A place but not a person! Something where he found out some things about his urgent problem at the time, but sometimes not enough to put this information together. In that case Nick came to Monroe asking him.
If there was this place, if Nick had something like a secret Grimm-base then there was a chance that he also had something to kill a Siegbarste - or just fight a Siegbarste down or whatever. And Monroe, calling himself a friend, was able and willing to search this base to protect and save this unfriendly friend (just in case to teach Nick a lesson about friendship - besides some slide fantasies about taking revenge for the loss of his best buddy when he was 9 or so …).
Monroe also knew some rumours about Marie Kessler, Nick's dear aunt, and an old Airstream-trailer - or was that a Silverbullet?
Anyway, Nick himself had told Monroe about his childhooddays spending on the backseat of his aunt's car, travelling the country from east to west. And Nick had also told him about that at one point he simply was sick of this unstable situation and left his beloved aunt by the first chance he had.
Still it was funny how much to learn about a Nick Burkhardt only by putting a bottle of beer into his hand. While drinking Nick always becomes a sort of sentimental storyteller telling everything about his past, how he lost his parents, growing up with his aunt, how he finally became a police-man and how he ended up as a detective in Portland …
On a dresser, which wasn't broken at all!, Monroe found Nick's badge and his keyring.
Poor guy!
Monroe sighed and wanted to turn around, when he noticed something and took a second look.
The keys … there was something weird about the number of keys.
Okay, Nick wasn't that close buddy to Monroe that they both had changed keys - or just mentioned that, but only the number of keys was a little too much thinking about his own keys.
Monroe took the keys and counted:
Car, house, two security-keys (surely for Nick's desk at the precinct). But there was an old key, really old and used with a sign on it.
Monroe pulled his glasses out of the pocket and took a second look.
There was the logo of a company for camping-trailers. Really old, sort of rare. Definetely not that sort of key he had in mind thinking about Nick.
And there was another key which looked sort of familiar. The key to a padlock.
Monroe remembered. Years ago, when he still was in the relationship with Angelina, he used one of the trailer-parks in and around Portland as a stock for things he didn't need at that time but didn't want to lose. During that time he had a key like this one, for the chain at the gate.
But … what if Nick simply was an outdoor-fan enjoying his vacations inside a trailer somewhere on the road? Well, Nick didn't seem too thrilled about traveling, not after the time on the backseat in his aunt's car.
Was this the key to Nick's secret Grimm-base?
Monroe looked at the keys in his hand, then he noticed something and looked down at the remnants of a table. And at the edge of his table there was something, smelling and looking like …
Monroe's eyes morphed to red, a growl came out of the dephts of his throat.
This was blood! Nick's blood.
This Siegbarste had wounded his friend! And friends - that was another sort of family for Monroe. And family was sacred …
***
Nick startled when he heard the metallic sound of the padlock opened.
However he finally was fallen asleep while he was alone he noticed. But he was sure he would need every tiny part of his own strength for the next days so every minute rest would help him.
Nick turned his head when he heard how the door was opened. Sunlight broke the darkness of the cabin and let him blink again.
Starks heavy footsteps entered the inside. He came up to the table putting a paperbag on the desk. A familiar smell hit Nick's nose. Seemed like the Wesen had stopped by a drive-in. The question was only for himself or would he share his meal with this captive …
Stark left the cabin again.
Nick looked thoughtful at the paperbag. Sometime between Stark's leaving him alone and his unplanned nap Nick had heard footsteps and voices from outside. True, those voices he'd heard weren't near the cabin but Stark had brought him somewhere where also people were living. This gave Nick a little hope …
Stark came back, this time carrying a big box he placed near the dresser before he closed the door and came up to Nick to lose him. Nick's left arm dangled at his side after the handcuffs were opened. Stark noticed this injury now. Grabbing the dislocated arm with one hand he held Nick down on the chair with the other one. Then he pulled the injured arm and with a nasty „Plopp" the bone returned into the joint while Nick was yelling out his pain, helding the left shoulder with his right hand.
"Eat!" Stark finally ordered sitting down on one of the two other chairs by the table.
Nick still held his arm and and sat down on the other chair, looking how Stark pulled some fries and burgers out of the paperbag. "I'm not hungry", he said.
Stark looked at him, a silent warning in his eyes. "Eat! Now!" He ordered again.
Nick gulped and took one single frie. Chewing on it didn't help against the pain and he even didn't tasted it.
This should be a funny picture Nick decided. He and his abducter/future-killer together eating some junk foot. Just like good buddies …
While he was still chewing on his frie he tried to move his left arm and was surprised to see it working again. True, it still hurt like hell but there didn't seem to be a constant damage.
Stark ate with some appetite Nick noticed.
Nick felt a tiny little hope growing. When there were people outside the cabin maybe these people would recognize what was going on here.
Stark leaned back when he was done with his meal looking not too amused on the other half of the table where Nick's meal still wasn't really touched.
"Gimme the cell" Stark ordered finally, grabbing in his pocket to pull out the battery.
Nick did what he was told to be. Stark put the battery back into the cell-phone, activating it he moved it back to Nick.
"Type in the PIN!"
Nick took the cell-phone but hesitated. There was the emergency button - and this damned emergency buttom seemed more tempting with every breath he took …
"Type in the PIN!" Stark ordered again.
And Nick did, putting his cell on the desk after he'd activated it.
He was a coward, he told himself. A damned coward.
Stark took the cell and again, opened the camera-menu. Again Nick was blinded by the falsh when Stark took a photo of him, still calling himself by names in hope to find the nerves to fight the Wesen. But he didn't.
Stark was too strong for him without a weapon. And with weapon … well, he didn't had the chance to shot before his pistol was taken from him when Stark attacked him at home.
Now the whatever stood up, gripped Nick by his right arm and dragged the Grimm to stand up himself. Again he handcuffed his captive before he led him to the middle of the cabin, ordering him to stay before he again took the rope from the dresser.
Nick watched what Stark did without really getting what was going on. He looked how the Wesen threw the rope around a beam, fixing one end on the dresser before he came again to Nick to fix the other end with the chain between the handcuffs. It was ways too late before the Grimm got WHAT Stark was doing to him. Stark pulled the other end of rope and lifted his captive on this way up until Nick barely could reach the ground with his toes.
"Stark, believe me. It's not clever to kill me", Nick said. "Every single cop in Oregon will be after you when you do this. There IS another way!"
The only answer he got was again a hit in his stomach. And he didn't get any time before Stark hit him again.
This is the way of dieing in five days, Nick thought. Not the best way to die …
***
Hank just arrived at home when his cell-phone rang again. And again Nick's name was blinking on the screen when he pulled it out of his pocket.
Hank hesitated but still he had hope that his partner could manage somehow to flee. So he accepted the call in hope to hear some good news.
"Hank?" He barely recognized the voice as Nick's.
"Hey partner!" Hank answered. "Nick, are you alright?"
"Let it end, Hank! Please, bring it to an end!" Nick begged in his ear. "I cannot stand it. Not this long ..."
"Nick, we are doing everything we can! Please, you have to trust us and ..."
The call ended and Hank starred down on the screen.
Nick didn't sound too good. More like panicking and full of pain. His voice sounded croaky and full of fear.
Whatever Stark was doing to his partner …
In this moment there was another call - again a MMS, again Nick's number.
Hank again hesitated but accepted it. Only to jump back. The cellphone fell out of his hand to the ground, showing another photo of Nick, all bloody and swollen, much more than on the last picture Hank received yesterday.
"My dear God! Nick!" Hank screamed - and felt bitternis …
***
Again he was laying next to the fireplace, wirsts and ankles tied up and feeling helpless and sour. He laid there, coiled up and full of fear and pain what the morning would bring while Stark slept on the bed.
Another torture, this was clear. And the longer Nick was here the more his fear was growing.
What had he done to deserve this? Why Stark was torturing him? He never had heard Stark's name before the judge was killed.
And still there was the possibility that Stark would finally find out what Nick was. Then, Nick knew for sure, his death would turn out as much more painful as Stark had already planned for now.
What could he do? How he could save his own life?
Nick didn't know.
A noise led him back to reality and let him lift his head.
There was something, someone outside the cabin, he was sure. There were some small knocks, one-two-three times in a row before it paused. Then again, three knocks and silence.
"Hello?" Nick asked into the darkness.
And the knocking stopped …
Author: hyndara71
Pairing/Characters: gen, Monroe/Nick-friendship
Spoilers: ./.
Rating: M
Words: 1600
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
2. The Call
Chapter 3: On the Edge
Monroe had left his VWBeetle down the street, just to be sure. The last thing he wanted right now was a police car driving by, called by Nick's neighbours.
Seriously, Monroe didn't know what he was going to do. He didn't was this close friend to Nick. Yesterday's visit had showed this perfectly and still hurt the Blutbad deep on the buttom of his heart.
But … whatever this Baby-Grimm was doing, he didn't deserve to end under the brutal fists of a Siegbarste! And, Monroe didn't know why, but he somehow liked Nick …
The house was abadoned when he entered it climbing through the not longer existing window of the dining-room.
Shattered glass, broken furniture, framed photos in broken frames. This was the picture Monroe got when he looked around. The entire ground floor seemed to him like a hurrican hit the house last night.
Nice dining table, by the way, Monroe decided after taking a second look.
Monroe took a deep breath … and then he began to sniff.
Siegbarste, no meaning. And again Nick's very personal Grimm-smell.
Monroe sighed. How many times he had told the boy to use wolfbane? Right, Nick got that but … seriously! This Siegbarste seemed to have lost his sense of smell when he didn't know what he was attacking here!
Well, Siegbarste wasn't known as geniuses so … maybe he really didn't know what Nick was, but this wouldn't take him too long to find out - unfortunately.
"So, what am I looking for?" Monroe asked himself.
Good question …
He was looking for something leading him to Nick - and to the ogre, or to both. And he was looking for something he could protect Nick and, in the best case, he could kill the Siegbarste.
Monroe remembered while he was waiting for the police leaving Nick's residence. When he was a kid he met a Siegbarste who killed the father of his best friend. After this murder he had heard about something called "Siegbarste Gift", a little misleading because German name for a poison strong enough to kill an ogre.
To be true Monroe didn't know if Nick owned this or other stuff. But he was aware that the Grimm sometimes came up to him and actually had some sort of information but was unable to put the right pieces together - well, the problems of being new to the business.
Monroe spent nearly the entire night thinking about his new friend and this smattering and decided that Nick had a second place to come to. A place but not a person! Something where he found out some things about his urgent problem at the time, but sometimes not enough to put this information together. In that case Nick came to Monroe asking him.
If there was this place, if Nick had something like a secret Grimm-base then there was a chance that he also had something to kill a Siegbarste - or just fight a Siegbarste down or whatever. And Monroe, calling himself a friend, was able and willing to search this base to protect and save this unfriendly friend (just in case to teach Nick a lesson about friendship - besides some slide fantasies about taking revenge for the loss of his best buddy when he was 9 or so …).
Monroe also knew some rumours about Marie Kessler, Nick's dear aunt, and an old Airstream-trailer - or was that a Silverbullet?
Anyway, Nick himself had told Monroe about his childhooddays spending on the backseat of his aunt's car, travelling the country from east to west. And Nick had also told him about that at one point he simply was sick of this unstable situation and left his beloved aunt by the first chance he had.
Still it was funny how much to learn about a Nick Burkhardt only by putting a bottle of beer into his hand. While drinking Nick always becomes a sort of sentimental storyteller telling everything about his past, how he lost his parents, growing up with his aunt, how he finally became a police-man and how he ended up as a detective in Portland …
On a dresser, which wasn't broken at all!, Monroe found Nick's badge and his keyring.
Poor guy!
Monroe sighed and wanted to turn around, when he noticed something and took a second look.
The keys … there was something weird about the number of keys.
Okay, Nick wasn't that close buddy to Monroe that they both had changed keys - or just mentioned that, but only the number of keys was a little too much thinking about his own keys.
Monroe took the keys and counted:
Car, house, two security-keys (surely for Nick's desk at the precinct). But there was an old key, really old and used with a sign on it.
Monroe pulled his glasses out of the pocket and took a second look.
There was the logo of a company for camping-trailers. Really old, sort of rare. Definetely not that sort of key he had in mind thinking about Nick.
And there was another key which looked sort of familiar. The key to a padlock.
Monroe remembered. Years ago, when he still was in the relationship with Angelina, he used one of the trailer-parks in and around Portland as a stock for things he didn't need at that time but didn't want to lose. During that time he had a key like this one, for the chain at the gate.
But … what if Nick simply was an outdoor-fan enjoying his vacations inside a trailer somewhere on the road? Well, Nick didn't seem too thrilled about traveling, not after the time on the backseat in his aunt's car.
Was this the key to Nick's secret Grimm-base?
Monroe looked at the keys in his hand, then he noticed something and looked down at the remnants of a table. And at the edge of his table there was something, smelling and looking like …
Monroe's eyes morphed to red, a growl came out of the dephts of his throat.
This was blood! Nick's blood.
This Siegbarste had wounded his friend! And friends - that was another sort of family for Monroe. And family was sacred …
***
Nick startled when he heard the metallic sound of the padlock opened.
However he finally was fallen asleep while he was alone he noticed. But he was sure he would need every tiny part of his own strength for the next days so every minute rest would help him.
Nick turned his head when he heard how the door was opened. Sunlight broke the darkness of the cabin and let him blink again.
Starks heavy footsteps entered the inside. He came up to the table putting a paperbag on the desk. A familiar smell hit Nick's nose. Seemed like the Wesen had stopped by a drive-in. The question was only for himself or would he share his meal with this captive …
Stark left the cabin again.
Nick looked thoughtful at the paperbag. Sometime between Stark's leaving him alone and his unplanned nap Nick had heard footsteps and voices from outside. True, those voices he'd heard weren't near the cabin but Stark had brought him somewhere where also people were living. This gave Nick a little hope …
Stark came back, this time carrying a big box he placed near the dresser before he closed the door and came up to Nick to lose him. Nick's left arm dangled at his side after the handcuffs were opened. Stark noticed this injury now. Grabbing the dislocated arm with one hand he held Nick down on the chair with the other one. Then he pulled the injured arm and with a nasty „Plopp" the bone returned into the joint while Nick was yelling out his pain, helding the left shoulder with his right hand.
"Eat!" Stark finally ordered sitting down on one of the two other chairs by the table.
Nick still held his arm and and sat down on the other chair, looking how Stark pulled some fries and burgers out of the paperbag. "I'm not hungry", he said.
Stark looked at him, a silent warning in his eyes. "Eat! Now!" He ordered again.
Nick gulped and took one single frie. Chewing on it didn't help against the pain and he even didn't tasted it.
This should be a funny picture Nick decided. He and his abducter/future-killer together eating some junk foot. Just like good buddies …
While he was still chewing on his frie he tried to move his left arm and was surprised to see it working again. True, it still hurt like hell but there didn't seem to be a constant damage.
Stark ate with some appetite Nick noticed.
Nick felt a tiny little hope growing. When there were people outside the cabin maybe these people would recognize what was going on here.
Stark leaned back when he was done with his meal looking not too amused on the other half of the table where Nick's meal still wasn't really touched.
"Gimme the cell" Stark ordered finally, grabbing in his pocket to pull out the battery.
Nick did what he was told to be. Stark put the battery back into the cell-phone, activating it he moved it back to Nick.
"Type in the PIN!"
Nick took the cell-phone but hesitated. There was the emergency button - and this damned emergency buttom seemed more tempting with every breath he took …
"Type in the PIN!" Stark ordered again.
And Nick did, putting his cell on the desk after he'd activated it.
He was a coward, he told himself. A damned coward.
Stark took the cell and again, opened the camera-menu. Again Nick was blinded by the falsh when Stark took a photo of him, still calling himself by names in hope to find the nerves to fight the Wesen. But he didn't.
Stark was too strong for him without a weapon. And with weapon … well, he didn't had the chance to shot before his pistol was taken from him when Stark attacked him at home.
Now the whatever stood up, gripped Nick by his right arm and dragged the Grimm to stand up himself. Again he handcuffed his captive before he led him to the middle of the cabin, ordering him to stay before he again took the rope from the dresser.
Nick watched what Stark did without really getting what was going on. He looked how the Wesen threw the rope around a beam, fixing one end on the dresser before he came again to Nick to fix the other end with the chain between the handcuffs. It was ways too late before the Grimm got WHAT Stark was doing to him. Stark pulled the other end of rope and lifted his captive on this way up until Nick barely could reach the ground with his toes.
"Stark, believe me. It's not clever to kill me", Nick said. "Every single cop in Oregon will be after you when you do this. There IS another way!"
The only answer he got was again a hit in his stomach. And he didn't get any time before Stark hit him again.
This is the way of dieing in five days, Nick thought. Not the best way to die …
***
Hank just arrived at home when his cell-phone rang again. And again Nick's name was blinking on the screen when he pulled it out of his pocket.
Hank hesitated but still he had hope that his partner could manage somehow to flee. So he accepted the call in hope to hear some good news.
"Hank?" He barely recognized the voice as Nick's.
"Hey partner!" Hank answered. "Nick, are you alright?"
"Let it end, Hank! Please, bring it to an end!" Nick begged in his ear. "I cannot stand it. Not this long ..."
"Nick, we are doing everything we can! Please, you have to trust us and ..."
The call ended and Hank starred down on the screen.
Nick didn't sound too good. More like panicking and full of pain. His voice sounded croaky and full of fear.
Whatever Stark was doing to his partner …
In this moment there was another call - again a MMS, again Nick's number.
Hank again hesitated but accepted it. Only to jump back. The cellphone fell out of his hand to the ground, showing another photo of Nick, all bloody and swollen, much more than on the last picture Hank received yesterday.
"My dear God! Nick!" Hank screamed - and felt bitternis …
***
Again he was laying next to the fireplace, wirsts and ankles tied up and feeling helpless and sour. He laid there, coiled up and full of fear and pain what the morning would bring while Stark slept on the bed.
Another torture, this was clear. And the longer Nick was here the more his fear was growing.
What had he done to deserve this? Why Stark was torturing him? He never had heard Stark's name before the judge was killed.
And still there was the possibility that Stark would finally find out what Nick was. Then, Nick knew for sure, his death would turn out as much more painful as Stark had already planned for now.
What could he do? How he could save his own life?
Nick didn't know.
A noise led him back to reality and let him lift his head.
There was something, someone outside the cabin, he was sure. There were some small knocks, one-two-three times in a row before it paused. Then again, three knocks and silence.
"Hello?" Nick asked into the darkness.
And the knocking stopped …