Halloween treat for susanpr
Title: The Door
Words: 1300
Rating: General
By: JKKITTY
Napoleon was so happy to see the mine. He had escaped a Thrush cell and the men who tortured him. Running for what seemed like hours didn't help the cuts and bruises he had received, but hopefully, he had lost the men.
The cave was dark and cold, but the coolness felt great on his body. Moving into the cave, he held onto the wall to help support himself as when he slowed down, his body let him know the beatings had done some damage.
Suddenly he heard a rumble, and the ceiling began falling on him. Rushing forward, only a few of the rocks hit him. Lying on the ground, he saw no opening where he came in and was now trapped.
Crawling away from the boulders, he pulled himself down the walkway until he hit a sealed door that was covered in planks to prevent someone from opening it. Standing and trying to open it anyways, he fell and sat beside it, hoping that resting for a few minutes would get the strength to open it. His eyes began to shut when he heard the angry voices of Wilson, Jornson, and Ipensen, who were chasing him.
"There he is," Wilson said, heading toward Napoleon.
Attempting to stand to meet them, Napoleon was pushed down by Jornson, who had rushed towards him. Slamming his back into a pipe sticking out from the wall caused Napoleon to let out a scream of pain. Ipensen pulled him up, smashing his fist into the agent's stomach. Soon all three men began to beat him after dropping him down.
"Where is the microdot?" Wilson demanded. Napoleon refused to answer.
"Let's take him back to headquarters and get it out of him," Ipensen suggested. "Besides, Thrush Central will give us a reward for bringing him back."
"And how do you suggest we get through the door? It’s blocked?' Jornson asked, agitated and pointing toward the door.
"Perhaps you could try to break through with your head," Wilson ordered sarcastically.
The two other Thrush agents attempted to break it down with planks lying on the floor, but it refused to budge. Next, they tried to hurtle boulders into it without any luck. "It is not coming down," one of them said.
Knowing they couldn’t escape, as they turned to take out their anger on Napoleon, no one saw the door open. Ipensen went flying. "What the hell," he yelled in surprise.
Jornson flew into him, causing him to shout in pain and irritation, "Get off me, you idiot."
Wilson looked around, seeing nothing other than Mist, " You two knock it off right now."
Napoleon watched the men fly around and the Mist that surrounded and seemed to be throwing them. A voice in his ear whispered, "Don't worry. We'll deal with them. Are you all right?"
Turning, he saw an Indian in the Mist that looked like a miner, "Who are you?" He mumbled, sure that he had developed a concussion from the beating as he was confident the man wasn’t there.
Without answering, the Indian began to pick him up before noticing his blood. "Why are you bleeding?" It demanded.
"Obviously, from the beating they gave me," Solo answers sarcastically
The Mist continued to lift him and prepared to throw him into the others.
"Wait, why me? You can see what those men were doing to me. Their organization is evil and is always attempting to destroy people and countries, and I was attempting to stop that." Napoleon hurriedly asked and explained what was happening.
"And you aren't evil?" the Mist asked.
Figuring what the heck, if he were concussed, no one would hear what he was going to answer, so he did, "That's why they were beating me again. I stole information from them that they created to destroy farmers' products. My job is to help protect the world."
The mist address Wilson, "You're evil?"
"That man stole from us," Wilson justified what they were doing to Napoleon.
"Did he steal what he is claiming?" the Mist yelled.
"The formula is ours, and he’s in the wrong. We are trying to help the farmers, " Wilson insisted.
While the Mist was addressing Wilson, the other two managed to get up, picked up the lumber lying behind the Mist, and headed toward the Mist to attack it.
"Watch out. They're coming toward you,” Napoleon managed to yell, which caused Ipensen and Jornson to turn toward him instead and begin to hit him with their weapons.
Napoleon tried to protect himself, but within a few seconds, he was knocked down, brought up his legs to protect his stomach, and covered his head.
"STOP!" the Mist yelled, and the two men flew into the wall again. Wilson followed, crashing into them. A moment later. The Mist began to surround them. Napoleon watched as the men were pulled apart, one limb at a time. The screams echoed throughout the area.
As the area quieted, the Mist covered Napoleon again. "Hold on. Your people are breaking through the blockage.”
“Who are you?” Napoleon was only able to speak in a whisper.
"We are the essence of the men from our tribe that was murdered by the pale faces of the area. Our position is to help others who are not here to steal what belongs to our people and punish those who are. “
“Why the door?”
“The pale faces who killed us tried to take what was ours, and we dealt with them. Because we all died passed this point, they believed placing the door there would stop us from getting our revenge. They found out differently and decided to leave the door so that it couldn’t be open again.”
“What happened to the other men?”
“You need not worry about them any longer,” the Indian said. “Now, just rest. Your friends will be here soon to rescue you.”
“They’ll never get through in time,” Napoleon could feel the blood running down various parts of his body, plus he knew they had done damage internally. Suddenly he heard the blockage start to fall and could hear voices.
“Sleep,” the Mist echoed around him, and he did.
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Napoleon woke in a white room with the smell of antiseptic hitting his nose. He heard a snoring sound next to him, and he smiled. He knew right away that Illya was with him.
“Aren’t I the one who is supposed to be sleeping?” he said as loud as his painful voice allowed him.
Without lifting his head, Illya said, “You have four days of sleep while I stayed awake to watch over you, so I think I deserve the sleep.”
Seriously Napoleon said, “How bad?” He was asking whether he would still be an agent.
“You still will be my partner for a while yet,” Illya said. “What happened to the guys who followed you in? We were almost to you to capture the Thrush guys when the cave fell in. Trying to remove the stones to get to you was time-consuming, and suddenly the rocks just fell out enough for an opening. After we removed you, the rocks became a blockage again. Do you know what was going on?”
As he looked behind his partner, a small amount of Mist with the Indian appeared. “The men died after they worked me over again. As for the rocks, no idea,” Napoleon said. Looking at the Mist, he saw the Indian mouth. Thank you before disappearing again.
Illya looked at his partner and knew he was hiding something but decided their job often had secrets better left unsaid. He smiled and asked, “Want some food?” leaving the mystery alone.