Eames wasn't sure how the hell Cobol had gotten a hold of him. Hell, he wasn't too entirely sure where he was. Though he knew good and well that Arthur would worry. That the Point had a bad habit of doing that even when he told him not to. It wasn't till he heard them talking to a client that he found out they were somewhere in the heart of Europe. How the hell they'd managed that was beyond him. Especially when he didn't remember them moving them.
When he'd told the other man not to listen to them, he'd been in a hell of a lot of pain. Then again losing that much blood would do that to a person. Oh, they made sure that he felt every last bit of it and stayed alive for the torture. Something he really wished they'd just... maybe if they just let him go. Not go as in live but go as in let him die.
It's where his thoughts were until he had the blade slammed into his side causing him to give another scream.
They'd holed themselves up basically in Arthur's current backyard, they'd wanted to make the exchange easy for him, apparently. That had been their first mistake. No, that had been their second mistake, using Eames as leverage had been their first.
He didn't even bother trying to be subtle, he ripped the door of their supposed safehouse right off of its hinges, they'd only left one guard upstairs and he was the first to die, Arthur didn't even bother feeding from him, just snapped the man's neck before moving on. He was entirely unconcerned about leaving the body where it landed, since he had every intention of tearing the place apart until he found Eames, and then setting whatever was left on fire.
It had been decades since he'd been in this kind of barely-contained fury, but then again, it had been decades since he needed someone the same way he needed Eames. His head snapped up at that scream, he knew right where it had come from, and he surged for the stairs.
He shouldn't be goading the man torturing him but maybe that was the whole point. To get the idiot to get it done and over with. These past few weeks, it felt like weeks anyway, felt like a living hell.
There's another scream and his eyes shut from the pain, teeth grinding down. It wasn't like he could move to get away from them. They had him tied up so he couldn't get loose.
That was when chaos erupted, the one with the knife was flung backwards, impacting with the wall hard enough to crack the sheet rock, the rest of them panicked, because while they were trained professionals, this wasn't the kind of thing they usually, if ever, had to deal with. One of them drew a gun, and even managed to get a couple of wild shots off before he crumpled to the floor, neck broken
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The forger was barely with it before he heard the wall itself crack and those eyes narrowed a little in confusion. The gun fire and the sound of broken bone. Though he wasn't sure who or what was doing all of that. It didn't make any damn sense as far as he was concerned. Then that growl...
"Arthur..."
That voice and the way the man looked right now. A lot of this was confusing him and maybe it was all some kind of an illusion. Something that wasn't even real. To be honest... he wasn't sure right now. All he wanted to do was sleep. Try and drown out the pain.
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When he'd told the other man not to listen to them, he'd been in a hell of a lot of pain. Then again losing that much blood would do that to a person. Oh, they made sure that he felt every last bit of it and stayed alive for the torture. Something he really wished they'd just... maybe if they just let him go. Not go as in live but go as in let him die.
It's where his thoughts were until he had the blade slammed into his side causing him to give another scream.
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He didn't even bother trying to be subtle, he ripped the door of their supposed safehouse right off of its hinges, they'd only left one guard upstairs and he was the first to die, Arthur didn't even bother feeding from him, just snapped the man's neck before moving on. He was entirely unconcerned about leaving the body where it landed, since he had every intention of tearing the place apart until he found Eames, and then setting whatever was left on fire.
It had been decades since he'd been in this kind of barely-contained fury, but then again, it had been decades since he needed someone the same way he needed Eames. His head snapped up at that scream, he knew right where it had come from, and he surged for the stairs.
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He shouldn't be goading the man torturing him but maybe that was the whole point. To get the idiot to get it done and over with. These past few weeks, it felt like weeks anyway, felt like a living hell.
There's another scream and his eyes shut from the pain, teeth grinding down. It wasn't like he could move to get away from them. They had him tied up so he couldn't get loose.
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"Arthur..."
That voice and the way the man looked right now. A lot of this was confusing him and maybe it was all some kind of an illusion. Something that wasn't even real. To be honest... he wasn't sure right now. All he wanted to do was sleep. Try and drown out the pain.
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