In the Dark
Characters: Silvershot, Diablos
Warnings: mention of past/ future torture
Rating: PG-13
Old Military Complex
Darkness- that's the first thing Silvershot notices when stasis recedes. But it is not the darkness of night; no, this is the kind of darkness that comes with being blind. She jerks up, but finds herself trapped by cables around her arms, legs and waist.
"S-slag! What the Pit is going on!?!"
A clunk silences her. Heavy footsteps approach her and she trembles, though whether from fear or anger at being tied down is not clear.
"Who are you?"
Silence follows her question.
"Answer me!"
This time a wheezing chuckle answers. Her CPU screams at her as it recognizes the quiet sound.
"No... You. You're dead; I saw you die!"
A hand falls on her chest and she flinches, prompting another rasping chuckle.
"Not happy to see me, youngling?"
The silver femme shudders and whimpers. Her mind goes back to a time when that voice tormented her.
"Hmm, I suppose not. Though I am happy to see you, yes, yes, very happy."
A click and a hiss precede the opening of her chest armor. Another pathetic whimper escapes her.
"Oh my, you've let my work go to waste it seems. Have you even used it to its full potential? Hmm, no matter, yes? I've had plenty of time to perfect their designs."
"No!"
She winces at the sound of her own voice calling out in desperation.
"Call out all you want, yes? No one to hear you here."
Silvershot lays still as hands dip into her and once again she is reduced to his unwilling doll once again. There will be no rescue when she has no way to call for help.
"Help..."
As forced stasis washes over her, she hears the blip-blip of her emergency beacon engaging and smirks.
Warnings: mention of past/ future torture
Rating: PG-13
Old Military Complex
Darkness- that's the first thing Silvershot notices when stasis recedes. But it is not the darkness of night; no, this is the kind of darkness that comes with being blind. She jerks up, but finds herself trapped by cables around her arms, legs and waist.
"S-slag! What the Pit is going on!?!"
A clunk silences her. Heavy footsteps approach her and she trembles, though whether from fear or anger at being tied down is not clear.
"Who are you?"
Silence follows her question.
"Answer me!"
This time a wheezing chuckle answers. Her CPU screams at her as it recognizes the quiet sound.
"No... You. You're dead; I saw you die!"
A hand falls on her chest and she flinches, prompting another rasping chuckle.
"Not happy to see me, youngling?"
The silver femme shudders and whimpers. Her mind goes back to a time when that voice tormented her.
"Hmm, I suppose not. Though I am happy to see you, yes, yes, very happy."
A click and a hiss precede the opening of her chest armor. Another pathetic whimper escapes her.
"Oh my, you've let my work go to waste it seems. Have you even used it to its full potential? Hmm, no matter, yes? I've had plenty of time to perfect their designs."
"No!"
She winces at the sound of her own voice calling out in desperation.
"Call out all you want, yes? No one to hear you here."
Silvershot lays still as hands dip into her and once again she is reduced to his unwilling doll once again. There will be no rescue when she has no way to call for help.
"Help..."
As forced stasis washes over her, she hears the blip-blip of her emergency beacon engaging and smirks.