Stolen Future: Chapter 6/20
Title: Stolen Future
Author: Märk Owen
Pairing: Chloe/Oliver
Rating: R for violence and language
Warnings: Torture on main characters ahead!
Timeline: AU Season 6 (Zod and beyond)
Disclaimer: Any Smallville or DC Comics related things in this story are the property of their own owners. The only thing that belongs to me here is the storyline, nothing else is mine.
Summary: In this universe, Darkseid made a pact with Zod who adopted Kal-El. He will kidnap the JLA before its creation, leaving Earth powerless. Will Chloe and Oliver ever meet? Will the JLA even form? What will happen to Earth?
Previous chapters: Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Chapter 6: Tears, Blood and Fire
Wait.
Just wait, only wait.
What else could they do? Sleep without a care in the world? An all new world for them that they already knew too much about and everyone here wanted to get back.
Back home.
A home where you were free. A home were even if it wasn't entirely safe, there wasn't any egomaniac psychopath having them behind bars, just waiting to get sent into the deadly arena.
In comparison of this bloody world, Earth seemed like a paradise, beautiful, free… unreachable.
Earth was a planet they would never see again. They all had to accept that. But then, accepting the idea would mean that they accepted to die here, in a soil that wasn't even theirs, die like some worthless shit at Zod's feet. Was that what they wanted? No.
They were fighters; they would never die without putting up a fight.
A fight for life, freedom, and justice.
It was a noble path, fighting for the ones who couldn't. Choosing justice over criminality.
This was the path Chloe had chosen many years ago, and despite all the blood, the pain, the misery she had seen, she knew deep inside her heart that it was the right choice.
And this choice had almost cost her life several times in the past. Like the trouble-magnet she was, Chloe had already found herself in more than thirty-two life-threatening situation since High School. Most of them were because of her adventures with several people who had been infected by the meteor-rocks from the 1989's meteor-shower.
Monday, October 7th of 1989, She would remember this day all of her life.
Chloe was only two-year old back then but it was something life-marking. That day, she and her parents were crossing Smallville from Keystone City to Metropolis.
A month earlier, her father received a serious job offer in Metropolis after staying jobless for five months. Gabe and Moira jumped on the occasion and packed things to settle to Metropolis. That very day, they were crossing Smallville to get to Metropolis for the first time. It was exactly the moment the meteor-shower chose to fall on Earth. Meteors were falling from the sky, crashing everywhere, destroying everything. Chloe had seen people being buried alive by collapsing buildings, people getting hurt or crushed by a meteor, it was like hell on earth.
She and her parents had lots of luck to be found by a family of farmers who guided them in their cellar, in which they waited for the meteor shower to end.
These farmers had a daughter of Chloe's age, a redhead little girl. Chloe hadn't known her name back then and wouldn't have remembered it, she was too young. It was only several years later when she and her father went to settle in Smallville that she learnt this little girl was called Tess Mercer. At the moment of their second meeting, they instantly befriended, their parents reminding them of how they first met under the meteor-shower had made a bond between the two young girls and they became like sisters over the years. They did everything together; spending all of their time together like the inseparable sisters they had become. Tess had been through the same number of dangerous situations as Chloe but it only strengthened their friendship.
They always kept the other out of danger, fearing for their friend's safety more than their own. That was the way they were. But now, they both were in this, in Zod's world. And the word here was kill or be killed as Zod said it so often. Safety was not a factor of the equation anymore.
And here at that very moment, they both were waiting anxiously for Alia to come and send them through whatever hell she had in store for them.
It was night already, everything was dark outside. The only light in the cell was coming from the poor and only lit candle in the middle of the room. The humans were seated in circle around it, refusing to sleep, fearing Alia would come in and kill them in the middle of their trip to dream world. In a way, that would bring them to deliverance, because they knew that if it didn't happen, their death would be slow and painful in the arena, under the eyes of Zod and his fellow men.
The cold from the night came in a few hours earlier due to the sun disappearance behind the big red. They were all close to each others, wrapped up in everything that could keep them warm.
Eyes glued on the candle, nothing was being said, the silence of the night mastering the atmosphere. Their alien friends tried to lighten a little their mood but failed miserably. So, they decided to leave them alone, knowing that they had to do it on their own.
They had stayed for hours like this, staying immobile, hoping that by the end of the night, Alia would have forgotten it all and leave them alone. But as time passed by, they realized they were only fooling themselves. Nothing was stopping Alia from doing whatever she wanted to do.
So, they stayed awake because they knew that if they closed their eyes, they probably would never open them again. They were just waiting for the inevitable to happen.
One hour passed by, they didn't even dare to move an inch, just keeping their gaze on the candle as if their lives depended on it.
Two hours, their eyelids became heavier and heavier and they had to fight to stay awake.
Three hours, the only thing keeping them from falling into Morpheus' arms was the shakes given by the others if one of them began to drift off to sleep.
One hour later and despite all of their efforts, they were all off to sleep. The only few days spent on Sedna had them exhausted both physically and mentally and they knew it was just the beginning.
Chloe had noticed that unlike the others, Oliver wasn't focusing his gaze on the candle. When he thought she wasn't noticing, he was looking at her and quickly, drawing his gaze back on the candle when she looked up. A few more times and they both locked gazes. It caused her heart to speed up, she knew she felt something for him but was that the place and the moment to think about it? She didn't think so. They stayed several minutes like that, loosing themselves in each other's gaze. She could see the worry in his brown eyes, along with genuine concern and something that looked like adoration, deep caring.
She quickly drifted her gaze away at the realization but that didn't stop them from doing it again several times till Chloe first became to drift off. As her eyes closed, she noticed Oliver was still awake and staring at her but he was fighting not to sleep.
His face was the last thing she saw before exhaustion took over her, and she was lost into the depths of slumber.
Chloe was slowly getting out of her sleep, sensing drastic change of her corporal temperature. The atmosphere in the cell when she fell to sleep was warm enough for her because of her friend's body's temperatures and the blankets she had around her. But now, she felt cold and confined. Something was wrong.
First of all, it was her ears that warned her there was something not right about it. She was hearing a constant humming as if she was in a confined underground structure. The sound was only cut by the noise of some water dropping from a hardly closed tap and resonating as it hit the ground. There was something scary about hearing the water splash on the soil again and again.
She tried to roll on her left but was stopped as she hit something hard and cold, causing her to let out a surprised shriek. Her head hurt like hell now, she lifted her right hand at the bruised zone of her skull and opened her eyes.
She was staring face to face at a high, dark wall.
"What's going on?" a sleepy voice came on behind her.
She rolled back to see her friends stretching and yawning as they woke up from their short sleep.
"Chloe?" It was Tess. She was lying right before her, slowly getting up from the ground they had been sleeping on. The redhead's eyes left her friend's face in order to examine her surroundings.
"What the hell? Where are we?"
That was the moment Chloe realized at the same time as her friends that they weren't in their usual cell anymore. They were in a very small, dark room with no light but the one coming from under the only door. There weren't even windows; it was empty, dark, cold, and putrid judging by the critters that looked like rats. The only thing that cut the sterility of the walls was the tap from which the drops of water where coming.
There was only one explanation to this sudden change of room in their sleep. Realization hit their faces as they considered the only reason that could explain it all.
"Alia took us." Bruce voiced what no one was daring to admit.
"What makes you think that?" AC voiced his denial.
"For God sake man!" Bruce lost his temper for the first time he arrived on Sedna. "What's in this skull of yours? Jellyfish? How can you be so dumb?"
AC offended by the dark-haired human rose in a dangerous posture and walked close to him in a defiance gesture.
"How dare you treat me like I'm some dumb guy from the low ones huh?" He fired back, "Ah yeah true you're a billionaire…" he began to mock him. "To you guys like me are some shit just good enough to clean your shoes with their tongues, am I right?"
Quickly, Bruce grabbed him by the collar and they began to fight. Thankfully, the others were quick enough to stop them before any damage could be done.
"Guys stop! Stop! Now!" Tess yelled at them as Dinah, Hal and Victor were separating them.
"What's happening to you? Damn it!" Chloe shouted. "I know the circumstances are hard but you're both adults! Stop provoking yourselves like children fighting over some meal!"
The little blonde surprised them by her behavior. She might be only 5 feet and something tall but she could be scary when she wanted to.
"Behave like the grown-ups you're supposed to be!" She went on, keeping everyone silent. "In these times if we don't stick together, we die, alright?" Sensing she was getting no response from AC or Bruce, she insisted. "Guys! Alright?" She spoke in her authoritative tone, leaving no room for refusal and it worked as she got nods from both men. "Now, I don't know, take example on Oliver, he's a hero and I know you wanna be like him."
"Speaking of Oliver…" Dinah trailed off. "He's not here with us…" Her tone showed the seriousness of the situation as they realized that he wasn't with them. They'd been so caught up in their argument that they hadn't taken time to check if everyone was here.
"Neither is Bart!" Victor added them a worrying charge as now two of their friends were nowhere to be found. But they had an idea of where they surely were and if they were right, then Oliver and Bart were in serious trouble at the moment.
Blonde straight hair, green hazel eyes, delicate face, and a smile capable of making his heart skip a beat. That was the face of the woman that had been in his dreams since their first meeting, and currently, she was here.
With him.
Giving him strength, to fight. Hope, that one day they would be out of this oh-so terrible world and back on Earth, together.
Her lips were moving as her eyes were still deep in his. She was talking to him.
"Ollie," Her soft voice was like music to his ears. "Ollie," She spoke a little bit louder. "Ollie," Strangely, her voice was sounding more bass, as if it was mutating.
Well it's still a dream, he thought to himself, but it's still odd.
"Ollie!" This time it resonated hard in his head and it wasn't her voice anymore, it wasn't the same sensuality of her feminine voice, it was hoarse and grave.
"Ollie!" Her face had disappeared from his mind and it was clearly a man's voice in his ears as he felt himself waking up.
"Hey! Ollie, help!"
Male, young, familiar. He knew that voice. That voice was the one of someone he took under his wing more than a year ago, the one of a young guy with an amazing power, who's been wandering alone for years before finding him.
Bart!
Oliver's eyes shot open at the realization. He had to shake his head to clear the fog from his still sleepy brain. Once done, his vision was clear and he was able to see what was going on.
The first thing he noticed was Bart hanging from the ceiling by the wrists who was looking at him expectantly. The kid was brave; Oliver knew that Bart was trying to hide his fear from him, not wanting to disappoint his mentor and friend.
Not yet understanding the situation, Oliver's first thought was to want to untie him but, as he tried to move, he noticed that he too was chained up and hanging from the ceiling.
He stretched and agitated as much as he could to test the solidity of the bond but it was useless: Alia made sure they couldn't escape. The chain was firmly fixed to the roof and at the other hand of it; the hard and cool metal of a handcuff was circling their wrists, forcing their arms to stay to each side of them. They couldn't loosen the handcuffs, nor try to free one of their hands with the other one.
Oliver cursed as he understood that Alia took care of every detail, and she sure was not going to allow them any respite. He glanced up at Bart who was tied up several feet in front of him and already seemed in pain by the posture he was forced into.
"You okay Bart?" He wanted to make sure the young speedster was in good shape to face what he knew was coming from them.
"Well I don't feel my hands anymore, apart from that I'm okay" He winced as he tried once more to move his hands in the cuffs, trying to get into a more comfortable position. "Could be better.." He muttered.
Oliver himself could sense the first signals of pain in his arms and back, indication that he had been hanging there for several minutes already. How come he didn't realize that he had been moved during his sleep?
"Hang on, short-stuff, we'll find a way out of here and find the others, we always do." Oliver sent a weak smile to his protégé but both men knew it was a lie. They were going to be tortured by the most sadistic person ever, and it scared them to death.
"Where do you think the others are?" The youngest man voiced his concerns.
"I don't know, maybe in some other room, in the same predicament…" Oliver retorted, trying his best not to assume the worst. He tried one last time to break his bonds free but failed "Shit!" He cursed in frustration as he came to accept that the chain wasn't going to break.
Where were the others? That, he didn't know, he just hoped they were okay. And Chloe, god this bitch better had to stay away from her or he was going to kill her!
He was pitched out of his thoughts by the loud bang of the door on the wall as it was kicked open by none other than Alia. What surprised them most was the group of human thrown forward by her. They weren't going to be separated; they were going to face this dreaded torture together. At least, Alia had allowed them that.
"Guys!" Bart shouted to grab their attention.
They looked up at their two friends and noticed the situation they were in. They, themselves had their hands tied up tightly with the same kind of chain that linked Oliver and Bart to the ceiling.
"Oh God…" Tess gasped at the sight of them.
"Oliver!" Bruce worriedly grabbed his attention and silently asked if they were okay, to which the blonde man answered by a slight nod.
"Ollie!" It was her voice, the one he so desperately wanted to hear since he woke up. Her green eyes were still full of genuine concern for him but he washed her fears away as he gave her a tentative smile.
The last one to enter the room was their torturer. After having pushed everyone in, she secured the door and forced the group of humans to kneel, a few feet to side of where Bart and Oliver were.
Then, she locked their chains to some hooks on the ground and, pushed a few buttons on a console nearby. Once done, she turned to them, a twisted smile playing on her lips.
"So I see everyone's ready for today's session!" She addressed them; she was thrilled it was clear. "Shall we begin?" Alia asked them, knowing that even if they refused, she would still do it.
"So let me explain how it'll work!" She began with enthusiasm but behind all that, they all could sense the hidden rage and envy to hurt and destroy. She stepped in front of the knelt humans and stared them down in silence. In answer, they were shooting glares towards her in defiance, that was something that excited her even more.
Nothing was better than seeing arrogant people break before her and beg her to put an end to their pain. She was going to enjoy every minute of it, she knew that. And she couldn't wait to begin.
Since the humans arrived on Sedna, she had been studying them, seeking their strengths and their weaknesses. She was in the room when Zod first greeted them and she had seen Oliver spit at the General's face. So naturally, she chose him to be the first one to endure the ordeal. But she knew that torturing him physically was not enough. It wouldn't be enough to take away that confidence in him; his arrogance was only accentuating her hate towards him. The best torture of all was the one of the mind. That way, she would break Oliver Queen and make him cry like he never had in his life.
"You watch the show, and enjoy it." She spoke to the knelt humans. "It soon will be your turn!"
With that, she turned towards Oliver and Bart, her excitement increasing by seconds. Torturing Bart in front of Queen's eyes would be enough to break him. He was his little protégé and she was sure that he promised himself to never put him in danger. Well he was going to regret it.
She first wanted to take Chloe instead of Bart, for some reason the billionaire seemed to care deeply about her and it would affect him beyond repair to see her got hurt and die before him. But that would be too easy so she took Bart instead, knowing it would be longer and the longer it lasted, the more she enjoyed it.
Turning to Oliver, she grabbed his chin forcefully and forced him to look at her instead of his friends.
"Getting impatient?" She stared in his eyes, accenting the dangerousness of the moment. "Don't worry; it's all about you this morning." She whispered all while keeping her icy eyes on him. "And I know you'll like that, pretty boy!"
She let his jaw go and moved to the table where some tools were exposed on. Her back turned to them, she took an over-exaggerated amount of time to prepare the torture, knowing their fears were rising by each second that passed by.
Bart was trying to keep calm but inside, his heart was beating so fast it could jump out of his chest. He too was tied to the ceiling and even if she hadn't talked to him, he knew Alia was planning something bad for him. He rose his gaze on his mentor who nodded lightly to him as if to say everything was going to be okay, his eyes were letting him know that he was with him in this and that reassured him a little. He glanced sideway and saw his friends looking at them, doing their best to support them silently. It relived him to know that they were not alone in this.
Keep it steady, boy! He told himself
"So, Bart!" Alia exclaimed so suddenly it made him jump, her back still turned to them. She was still working on her tools. "Do you know why I love using fire to play with my toys?" She asked him and he instinctively knew that he was going to get burned.
"I'm sure you wanna know." She turned towards him and moved a few steps forward, an iron bar in her hands. That reminded him of what Condo had told them about his torture 'A heated up iron bar, plunged inside my chest. Only a few inches away from my heart' he said. This infamous iron bar seemed to be her favorite tool and that made it very dangerous. The thoughts of what she could do to him with that made his whole body tremble in fear, he had to force himself to not think about it. If he wanted to survive he had to show no sign of fear.
"When I was only a few years old," Her voice brought him back to reality as she began her speech. "I came across a man who wanted to hurt me. So I ran away to hide but he found me and began to hurt me. When I couldn't take it anymore, I pushed him away from me and he fell in a barrel of fuel from Krypton. Seeing him soaked in the thing that could burn his entire body made me wanting to see it with my own eyes!" She continued her frightening story as they all knew the end of it wasn't pretty. "That's when I use my heat vision on him. And he starts to burn alive before me!" The humans could see a glint of amusement in her eyes as she recalled these events.
She made circles around Bart, frightening him even more. Finally she stops and moved close behind him, her mouth brushing against his ear. "He screams, he screams like he never had in his life!" She half-whispered into his ear. "I see him struggle vainly against pain of fire. I smell his skin burn, I see it rip apart from his body he feels his blood turning into smoke and he screams even more, he cries, I know he cries but it's too hot for tears. He falls on the ground and I see his whole body becoming a torch, the flames entering his flesh, burning him to the core! And it smells good, it feels good!"
Bart felt shivers go through his spine; he breathed hard but tried to hide it from her. The story she was telling them explained so much on her love for fire and how her mind became so twisted, they could blame Zod for being responsible of that, it was sure.
The humans could tell that their younger friend was about to find out how much she liked fire by any second. They could only pray some miracle to happen to made her stop. At that point, they could welcome anything to stop her. But what could happen? The only source of light in the room besides the poor light hanging from the ceiling was the basement window which proved they were underground. Besides, it was clear the day was still early, from the light coming from the window, they could tell it was only dawn. So everyone was still sleeping, probably even Zod, which meant no one was coming to rescue them.
Suddenly, Alia looked like she had changed her mind and moved towards Oliver, the iron bar still in her hands. She entered her personal space and stared at him hard.
"I'm sure Mr. Queen here is dying to know how it feels, aren't I?" She kept his defiant gaze a few seconds more and when she got no answer from him, she delivered her plans to him. "Too bad, you're only going to watch!" With that, she drove her fist in his guts, making the young hero double over in pain.
"No!" A shout came from the group of humans, followed by a ear-splitting cry of pain. They all turned round to find Bruce standing up, yelling in pain as electricity came through his body which was shaking from the shock. Finally, when the load was over, he fell to the ground, inanimate.
It came so fast that they didn't have time to realize what was happening. AC, seeing his friend in pain was about to stand up but was stopped in extremis by Hal who quickly understood the trick.
"No man!" He grabbed AC's arm and forcing him back down. "It's a trap! Don't get up!"
"That bitch over there linked us to a console which sends us a load of electricity if we get up." explained Chloe as she eyed the dangerous device.
"You sure are smart!" Alia intervened, earning all the gazes on her. "It's a great plan, isn't it? You'll have to fight the urge to stand up while your knees hurt and your friends get tortured."
"You're seriously deranged, psycho!" Dinah spat, only getting a laugh out of alia in answer as the latter focused back on Bart. She paused to study him for a few seconds.
The kid had never looked more afraid since she first saw him; sweat was dripping off his forehead, blood flowing from his wrist, caused by the hard metal of the handcuff that was cutting deep in his flesh. His eyes were wide with fear and his whole body trembling in apprehension. The sight of him made her go wild. She couldn't wait to break him and at the same time hurting Oliver mentally.
Her studying gaze finally locked into his and she tipped her head to the side before speaking, "You look nervous," She began, enjoyment recognizable is her voice. "Am I frightening you? Don't worry I'm sure what I'm about to do will make you feel better!"
Quickly, she tore Bart's shirt, leaving his chest unprotected to the coming attacks, and heated up the bar with her eyes. Approaching it slowly to him. Bart prepared himself for the blow and gathered his strengths. He was already feeling the heat from the iron bar, close to his skin, making his heart beat faster, almost uncontrollably.
"No! No! Wait! You can't do that!" Oliver, having recovered from the blow yelled, trying to reason her vainly. The only answer he got was a smirk from her right before she pressed the bar hard onto the kid's skin. Bart was screaming in pain as she moved the bar all over his chest, he winced, whimpered, cried and struggled frantically, trying to get away from her under the constant yells of the others who shouted her to stop. It was useless, they couldn't stop her.
"You like that uh? I'm sure you like that!" Alia shouted at him, "Beg me and maybe I'll spare your life!"
"Stop it you fucking bitch!"
"Ah, Mr. Queen! Does it hurt? To see that friend of yours crying his mom?" She added more pressure to the bar and Oliver could tell that Bart was close to fainting.
"You twisted bastard! I swear I'll kill you! I swear!" His body was trembling with rage, he was struggling desperately against his chains, and all he wanted to do was to lunge forward and strangle her to the death.
"You're just realizing how pathetic you are, aren't you?" She kept digging into his mind, all while moving to attack Bart's back. "I wonder if you can even look at yourself anymore, knowing you've recruited this weak kid and that now he's suffering like hell, I'm sure he wishes he never met you! Are you little boy? Are you regretting ever meeting this poor excuse of a living?" She spoke to Bart, nodding to Oliver's directing. Changing of tactic, she chose a clinical point on Bart's back and began to press the bar on it. Instantly, Bart's yell increase as well as his pain. She was pressing the bar at a point where pain was almost unbearable while it couldn't hurt seriously the victim.
But Bart could take no more and his cries stopped the moment he lost consciousness despite the infernal heated bar who was now entering his flesh.
"Bart!" Victor shouted as he forgot about the device and got up to get to him but was stopped by the jolts of electricity that ran through him and his robotic parts. Thanks to his robotic skeleton, pain was more bearable and he was able to kneel back without fainting but still panting heavily as he calmed his body.
A pregnant silent settled in the room as Alia removed the bar from Bart and dropped it on the table. She was unable to hide her contentment as she was seeing the pain on Oliver's face. He was looking for any sign of life on his friend's face while the others were too shocked to say anything, they simply knelt there, their eyes wide and jaw dropped.
She would kill all of Oliver's friends to make him a broken man, and then she would leave him to Zod who would finish him off in the arena. She would be there all the while, not missing a thing.
"Do you feel it?" She addressed Oliver. "That guilt, the feeling of knowing that all of your loved ones will die in pain just because of you? Nothing can stop their deaths, they will all die one by one before your eyes and there's nothing you can do to save them. What kind of hero is the Green Arrow if he can't even save the people he loves?" To Oliver, it was like Alia was planting a dagger inside him and wiggling it in the wound. He couldn't respond to her, his mind couldn't even register all that was happening; her words were just sinking into him like an anchor into the water.
"Well ready for the next step?" She asked, moving towards the other humans. "Who will you choose for the next show, Queen?" She stopped before Bruce and took his face in her hand, the latter was still unconscious but she was willing to harm him again. "Your oldest friend? The one who's the closest figure of a brother to you?"
"Leave him alone!" He grumbled, trying his best to control his shaking body, and the overcoming rage.
She moved towards Chloe and did the same thing as Bruce.
"Get your hands off me, you're fuckin-"She was silenced by a hard slap hitting across her face, forcing a shriek out of her.
"Damn it! I told you to leave them alone, or I'll-"Oliver shouted as she attacked the little blonde.
"Or what?" She cut him off. "You'll kill me? Seriously how can you even hurt me, you're just some weak creature in here!" She laughed at him but suddenly stopped and a concentrated look appeared on her face.
The humans were surprised by the sudden change in her behavior and were even more confused when her eyes went wide with what they could tell was the closest thing to fear she could feel.
Alia had just super-heard Zod descending the stairs and he didn't sound happy at all. The only thing that crossed her mind was: flee or face the wrath of Zod. She super-sped to the door but it was too late. Zod kicked it open and slapped her hard, sending her crashing against the wall at the other end of the room. He took sight of his surroundings and entered the torture cell, followed by Faora and several guards.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" He yelled at Alia, his voice let no room to disrespect.
Alia who had time to recover from the blow was now half-walking, half-dragging herself to Zod, for the first time since their torture began, the humans saw Alia at loss of words, her twisted smirk was now replaced by a fearful expression.
"I…uh-"She began weakly but was cut off by Faora who looked as mad at her as Zod was.
"We warned you not to torture the humans but you still disobeyed a direct order from Zod!" She voiced all her anger and rage at her, supporting her husband.
"How can you be this irresponsible?" The general stared her down.
"I.. I just wanted to ease your work, General. I thought that-"Alia was trembling in fear; it was surprising to see a woman whom nothing seemed to scare, tremble before Zod.
"You thought that what?" Zod shouted. "That giving me broken people would be easier in the arena? A broken man only seeks death! I want fighters who fight for their lives!"
"But!" Alia protested.
"No buts! I want you to get into the royal room and wait for me in there. I'll deal with you later."
She didn't need to be asked twice and quickly ran out of the room but not before sending a last look to the humans, clearly expressing what she couldn't voice out loud at the moment: It's not over yet.
Swallowing his anger, Zod instructed his soldiers to bring the humans back to their cells, and then approached them, the same hate in his eyes for them that he didn't even try to hide.
"I have to excuse myself for these unfortunate events that have been happening to you, really I'm sorry." He started sarcasm evident in his voice. "Alia is a loyal soldier, she would do anything to help me and sometimes it goes beyond my own will." He finished, a smirk appearing on his lips.
"Watch your dogs better next time, bastard!" Hal grunted at him, not able to keep it for himself after what he had seen.
Zod, offended by his words stared him down but only met defiance in his eyes as for the first time he met Hal.
"Always such a big mouth Mr. Jordan, are we? Now don't tempt my bad side or you could end up in the arena next time." He threatened. "And next time is soon: I am planning on sending at least one of you to fight in a few hours. Hope you'll have time to prepare." He saluted them in a mocking gesture and left without even sending a glance at Bart's direction who was still unconscious.
The guards then used the moment to untie them and walk them back to their cell. On the way back, the human had only one thing in mind: Will Bart be able to make it?
Oliver who was carrying him was the most worried of them and felt nothing but guilt for what happened to his friend.
The humans weren't aware of the pair of eyes that was examining them. A tall raven-haired man was looking at them and more precisely at Oliver. Grinning at the obvious pain on the blond's face, he couldn't help but think that he had to thank Alia for having erased that confident look in the human's eyes.
"Kal? C'mon baby I'm getting lonely!" A woman's voice broke into the room, reminding him that he still had some time for fun before going to the training.
"I'm coming Vala."
Hope you liked it! If not, tell me what's wrong and I'll do my best to fix it.
I know it's been a long time since last update but studies are keeping me busy and I have to spend more time on it than I would want to, unfortunately. although, there's a high possibility that I post an update before tuesday, but nothing's sure!
I have to say writing a torture scene is incredibly difficult and especially when it's a group torture. So I did my best and spent lots of time on it, hope I didn't disappoint!
You won't see Alia before awhile but she's still there, waiting for round 2!
Next time, We'll get to see the arena and Zod! The journey of our heroes on Sedna will get more dangerous and twisted in the near future, Who said life on the Big red was easy eh?
Thank you for reading!
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