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[demnify]

Characters: The Master (demnify), Sam Tyler (didorothy), Gene Hunt (theguv), Annie Cartwright (mouthyplonk), Ray Carling (gotitwrong), Chris Skelton (knowswheregodis), Hei (contract_star), Mu (lamb_of_gold), Diva (chansondelamort), Ammy (shinypaws), d!Five (miseardae). IF I FORGOT ANYONE TELL ME.
Location: The Master's fortress.
Time: Now.
Summary: The Master's trap has been sprung, and CID's time is running out. Will the rescue team be able to save them, or

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CID blah thread

[demnify]

[mouthyplonk]

Annie sat against the wall, the handcuffs too tight, the metal too cold, everything too much. She looked at Sam for a moment but had to look away as his eyes flickered. That yellow she had seen before, just once. They were much too cold as well. They scared her nearly as much as this room.

Nearly, but not quite.

Her gaze continued bouncing around the room, falling on a table with too many tools and too many weapons. Laid out and untouched and just waiting for someone to come along and put them to use. She couldn't look at that too long, either.

She looked at the stranger in the room. The Master, the bloke Sam and the Guv had warned against - for good reason, it turned out. Surely this man could be reasoned with, no one was beyond reason. She might have even tried speaking up, but she was too terrified to even think of what to say at this point. So she just leaned her head back and closed her eyes, trying to calm her own anxieties at least for a few fleeting seconds.

With her eyes closed she didn't have to look at

[knowswheregodis]

For one glorious moment, as everything came to, Chris thought he'd landed a kinky bird and just didn't remember it.

Then he remembered everything and wanted to go back to the previous thought. Now he only had a lump settling into his stomach like too many pints, all threatening to come up at once. He tugged at the handcuffs, not really thinking they would give way, just that he had to do something. The metal dug into his skin and he winced. That was a bit useless.

Chris swallowed and it only made him more aware of his fears. He wouldn't let himself look at anything in the room. He couldn't let someone see how afraid he was. He had to be the brave copper.

The mantra wasn't working. Even he knew that. Chris kept his head down and just tried to light a flicker of hope in him: they were together, so maybe they could do something.

Yeah, maybe.

[gotitwrong]

There were a lot of things in the world Ray Carling was stronger than. People, for one. Inanimate objects for another. Or most inanimate objects. Handcuffs were not among the things he could best, but damn if he wasn't trying to get them to give anyway. The worst that could happen would be banged up wrists, and that sort of pain could be easily ignored.

It still wasn't breaking. It wouldn't.

"You sodding bastard!" Ray shouted, as it was really all he could do that was some form of attack - and honest to god, he was spoiling for a fight.

Ray grit his teeth after that, and breathed low and heavy through them. His brows furrowed; his eyes were wide and held just enough rage to them that one could easily tell Ray was as close to openly angry as he could get. He focused on the Master, wishing he knew a way to get out of the cuffs and that he had his gun on him.

He'd have been able to solve things right quick if those two wishes were reality.

[theguv]

If Sam's eyes glowed yellow, Gene's flashed just as fiercely in the dark. They smoldered with a cold, incalculably dark anger, the likes of which few had seen, and never twice. And not necessarily because he was strung up like some sodding useless shit from the streets, either. No, Gene could handle being captured. He had once before, after all.

But he couldn't handle his team being trussed up like yesterday's turkey. Couldn't stand knowing that if he looked at his DI, he'd see that self-same glow he knew was in his own eyes -- and know it was his bloody fault. His fault for making a deal with the devil; his fault for breaking it, thinking he could be better than the Frenchie bastard with the smug grin

[demnify]

"Now, Mr. Hunt. I would think that the situation is quite obvious, even to you."

The Master straightened the edges of his suit, flattening any wrinkles with a feline-like meticulousness. There was no reason not to appear well taken care of, after all, especially in front of his current audience. Three of them he didn't know beyond names and faces; he had done enough observing of CID - from a distance - to have collected that information. And because those three were, more or less, strangers, they weren't of particular interest to the Master.

Instead, his attention was split between Gene Hunt and Sam Tyler.

"I'm afraid I can't do that," he said as he calmly approached Gene. "Or, I could- but I have no desire to do so." The Master smiled plainly at him, then reached out and moved to cup the man's chin in his gloved hand. "We had a deal, Mr. Hunt. Your obedience and loyalty to me in return for the safety of your team. I'm afraid you've broken the terms of the agreement; thus I have no need to remain true to my end of the bargain."

[mouthyplonk]

This was insanity. All of this was just pure madness.

She met Sam's gaze. She offered him a weak smile, before turning her attention towards this Master bloke. His demeanor was so polished, so calm and meticulous and polite. She would've been happier if he was a raving lunatic. The way he carried himself only made this entire situation more terrifying.

She watched him move closer to the Guv. The familiarity there was a bit jarring. Annie ducked her head down, averting her gaze for a moment. Everyone could be reasoned with, he had to be reasoned with.

She lifted her head back up again, eyes on the Master. Her voice had escaped her at some point, and she tried to find it again.

"You're upset, you feel betrayed. But doing all this won't change any of that."

Her words came out a little too shaky and she wished she could have a do over, or better yet she wished she hadn't spoken at all.

[knowswheregodis]

The whole situation felt like some nightmare following a logic of its own. In nightmares, it didn't have to really make sense. That was why the Guv was being touched by that bastard and they were all stuck, helpless, and in some castle in space and what the hell did it all mean, anyway

[gotitwrong]

Ray gave one more hard yank at the cuffs before finally giving it up. The cuffs wouldn't give no matter how he tried - and he was getting a feeling that struggling honestly didn't matter. Instead, he allowed himself to sink back for now, turning his attention to the dull throbbing ache in his wrists so as to better ignore the sense of doom that had shoved it's way into his head.

This wasn't his area of expertise. The Guv, the Boss, and Cartwright all seemed to be doing their fair share at trying to reason with the man who had them prisoner - though Ray thought the idea of reasoning with the bloke stupid. Generally the sort of people that did this kind of thing responded better to a good fist to the face instead of psychological crap. And that fist to the face was what he did best. As he couldn't do that, he decided to shut up until he felt he was needed

[theguv]

The Master's touch was enough to make Gene's stomach curl, but he only glared, jaw set so hard he heard it crack up through his ears. There was no way he was letting this bastard get the upper hand, leastwise not when it came to Gene's reaction. He knew what the Frenchie wanted -- to hear Gene plead for his team, to watch the others get riled up. And he wouldn't have it. Not one damn bit.

Seeing Sam helped and Gene gave his DI a brief nod. "Sammy-boy's got a point there. You offed me, I nicked your bloody escape from your planet. Think that makes us about even. So get off."

[demnify]

He felt the stiffness in Gene's jaw, but didn't remove his hand. "I don't think I should. You see, Mr. Tyler, Mr. Hunt, I don't quite think one death is equal to what I lost. Two, if you count the first."

Despite his calm reply, the Master's eyes flared and went almost entirely black - with only a slight ring of yellow to illustrate that there was any colour to them. Then again, it was always rather obvious to those that had any interaction with the Master that his calm demeanour belied other things.

Slowly he moved his hand down, resting it on Gene's throat. He gave it a threatening squeeze before glancing over towards Annie. "Oh, I know that, Miss Cartwright. It most certainly won't change things, but it will make me feel much better."

[mouthyplonk]

She wanted to tell Chris it would be all right. That was her first instinct, but she kept her mouth shut. She didn't want to draw any attention to him, that would only make matters worse. It seemed almost impossible that things could get any worse, but judging from their surroundings they so easily could. Still, as she watched Chris curl into himself, she had to fight the urge to say something reassuring

[knowswheregodis]

Somewhere in Chris's frightened mind, the answer appeared. It was all so simple and clear. He knew just what to say.

And so Chris steeled his courage and looked up at the Master.

"Could get some of them balls. The squeezey stress ball things? Some of them got those eyes that come out," he suggested. "They're pretty fun."

After speaking, Chris's mind gave a gentle poke back into the realm of reality, wherein he realised he'd just suggested a stress ball to the insane kidnapper guy. It was either embarrassing or stupid. Maybe both.

Though it still seemed like a idea to him. Stress balls were fun. However, it seemed like a good time to just shut up, stare at the metal floor and try not to think about possible impending doom.