You Make a Convincing Argument...Really
Prompt: 072 Fixed
POV: Peregrine Black
Rating: PG13 (for language and owies)
Summary: Hopeless in the dark. Hoping no one shows up... but I guess you're okay...
Hijacked Series: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Carpet again, pressed against his face, digging into bruises and scorch marks. He couldn't bring himself to care enough to move. Not at this point. It didn't matter anyway. It wouldn't last. He was never left conscious and to himself so long that it mattered. He didn't even struggle against the binding at his wrists. Hell. It could have been off. He just didn't have the ability in him to move.
Darren was going to die. The damned bastard had assured him quite certainly of it. The very idea earned a snarl. Bloody bastard. He wasn't so far gone that he couldn't do something. He was shaking when he started moving, and couldn't get move too much too fast
Maybe he was that far gone.
And damnit. Part of him wanted the man back.
He hated that. Hated himself for even thinking it. But it was inescapable. He swore, lashing out with a foot against the door. Despite the fact he knew it would open and a damnable guard with a taser was waiting.
Only it didn't. Nothing happened. Was this part of the success? Abandoning him here to worm his own way out after they got his partner? Probably left the damned corpse where he'd stumble on it before he could get away.
The idea made him sick. More than it would have....however long ago it was. He'd lost track. There had been pain, points of anger, happiness, whatever the hell they felt like calling it, all so extreme it alone had almost sent him into shock several times. Worry, fog, sleep. Pain. No order to it, nothing he could pick up on.
He swore, finally bringing himself to work at the bonds on his wrists again, picking at them with fingers and hands contorted painfully.
Suddenly the door opened and he cringed back. Damnit, he cringed. In the end he was helpless after all.
The stream of profanities from the indistinct silhouette startled him. He'd not heard his captor offer up anything like that. And the voice was... yeah definitely not him. Not to mention the fact they went right to their knees. "Oh Pip."
"Ma-"
"Oh hush. Darren! Found him!"
"Bu-"
"Quiet." There was a pause and the lightest of chuckles, a sound that was somehow sad. "You almost had it Houdini." He felt the lightest tug and then his hands came lose.
Another silhouette appeared. "Shit."
"Yeah. Now help a girl out here, he's light... but not that light."
"Wha-"
"What'd I say about speaking?" Mariam grunted as she and Darren got the younger cop to his feet.
"Uh," Peregrine replied vaguely, world actually spinning when he was up.
"Shit," Mariam hissed, steadying him and grabbing his chin, forcing it to angle towards her.
"I called 911 already." Darren's voice.
"Okay. Um. Let's get him in the chair to wait."
Peregrine pulled lose when they led that direction, and Darren blocked his way, grabbing his shoulders as gently as he dared to prevent his breaking lose again. "I might be wrong, but I think that's a bad idea."
"Yeah," Mary muttered. "Pip... It's okay."
Because that was really convincing when the next thing she did was break into semi-panicked profanities.
Peregrine actually nodded though, forcing himself to relax. It was something he could do.
And at the moment that was enough.
He was going to insist on some bloody answers later though.
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POV: Peregrine Black
Rating: PG13 (for language and owies)
Summary: Hopeless in the dark. Hoping no one shows up... but I guess you're okay...
Hijacked Series: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Carpet again, pressed against his face, digging into bruises and scorch marks. He couldn't bring himself to care enough to move. Not at this point. It didn't matter anyway. It wouldn't last. He was never left conscious and to himself so long that it mattered. He didn't even struggle against the binding at his wrists. Hell. It could have been off. He just didn't have the ability in him to move.
Darren was going to die. The damned bastard had assured him quite certainly of it. The very idea earned a snarl. Bloody bastard. He wasn't so far gone that he couldn't do something. He was shaking when he started moving, and couldn't get move too much too fast
Maybe he was that far gone.
And damnit. Part of him wanted the man back.
He hated that. Hated himself for even thinking it. But it was inescapable. He swore, lashing out with a foot against the door. Despite the fact he knew it would open and a damnable guard with a taser was waiting.
Only it didn't. Nothing happened. Was this part of the success? Abandoning him here to worm his own way out after they got his partner? Probably left the damned corpse where he'd stumble on it before he could get away.
The idea made him sick. More than it would have....however long ago it was. He'd lost track. There had been pain, points of anger, happiness, whatever the hell they felt like calling it, all so extreme it alone had almost sent him into shock several times. Worry, fog, sleep. Pain. No order to it, nothing he could pick up on.
He swore, finally bringing himself to work at the bonds on his wrists again, picking at them with fingers and hands contorted painfully.
Suddenly the door opened and he cringed back. Damnit, he cringed. In the end he was helpless after all.
The stream of profanities from the indistinct silhouette startled him. He'd not heard his captor offer up anything like that. And the voice was... yeah definitely not him. Not to mention the fact they went right to their knees. "Oh Pip."
"Ma-"
"Oh hush. Darren! Found him!"
"Bu-"
"Quiet." There was a pause and the lightest of chuckles, a sound that was somehow sad. "You almost had it Houdini." He felt the lightest tug and then his hands came lose.
Another silhouette appeared. "Shit."
"Yeah. Now help a girl out here, he's light... but not that light."
"Wha-"
"What'd I say about speaking?" Mariam grunted as she and Darren got the younger cop to his feet.
"Uh," Peregrine replied vaguely, world actually spinning when he was up.
"Shit," Mariam hissed, steadying him and grabbing his chin, forcing it to angle towards her.
"I called 911 already." Darren's voice.
"Okay. Um. Let's get him in the chair to wait."
Peregrine pulled lose when they led that direction, and Darren blocked his way, grabbing his shoulders as gently as he dared to prevent his breaking lose again. "I might be wrong, but I think that's a bad idea."
"Yeah," Mary muttered. "Pip... It's okay."
Because that was really convincing when the next thing she did was break into semi-panicked profanities.
Peregrine actually nodded though, forcing himself to relax. It was something he could do.
And at the moment that was enough.
He was going to insist on some bloody answers later though.
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