Vermont Baby

· Hostage ·

TW: Violence / Torture

Getting to chamber seven in his little golf cart, Phil steps out and is immediately greeted by a deep husky voice. 

"She's in the cellar."

The doctor simply nods, marching past Dixie.

Standing infront of the door, he signals for the guard to open it.

A blonde, short haired woman sits in a metal chair; a single light bulb hangs over her head. Holding her hostage, a blindfold covers a portion of her face and cuffs capture her wrists.

The small room has nothing else in it but filth. Mold soaks up the moisture from being underground and coats every surface.

Phil steps in, closing the door behind him. "Hello there."

She grunts in response.

"What's your name?"

Silence echoes through the cellar. The water drops falling from the ceiling can be heard.

Irritated, he bends over her, hand on the back of the chair, mouth near her ear. "I'll repeat this once more." Her expression doesn't change but a tick in her jaw. "What. is. your. name."

Her breath hitches. "Degeneres."

"Who do you work for?"

She chuckles. "I'm not telling-"

Before Mrs. D can finish, the older man whips out a knife. Running it up her arm and finally stopping at her throat.

No reaction.

He kneels before her, about to talk but instead takes her appearance in.

Degeneres wears all black; a thick bullet proof vest, a long sleeved turtle neck underneath, and hanging off her hips, cargo pants. Beside her right eye, a long vertical scar cuts through her face. Fresh bruises sit atop.

Phil swipes one of her hands, capturing it in his, her other dangling because of the handcuffs. Without hesitation, he cuts through her middle finger. Not clean though. It stops at the bone, the man intentionally not using enough force. Slowly carving, she screams.

At last, she breaks. The knife, three fourths of the way through. "Stop! I-" Panting, she attempts to catch her breath. "I-I-"

"Spit it out already." Dr. Phil starts sawing again.

"I WORK FOR THE LAB RATS." Phil looks up. "My boss is named Malik..."

Taking the knife out quickly, he pulls away, letting her hand fall. The finger dangles.

Degeneres breathes heavily, her shoulders shaking. Setting her sore hand on her lap, she speaks up again. "I got orders to raid one of your bases. How many did we kill of yours?" The question is like rubbing salt on a wound. What made her think she could try to get the high ground again?

Phil smirks. Leaping forward, knife still hand, he slices through what he was previously working on. It stabs into her leg.

She lets out an animal like screech, finger rolling off her legs, and onto the floor.

Stalking out of the jail like cellar, he commands to the guard, "Lock it up."

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It's been a few hours.

Doctor Phil sits in his office, still bloody from prior. Signing his name on the last of his paperwork, a knock bangs, followed by the doors swinging open.

Dixie struts forward, stopping at his desk.

Rasing an eyebrow, he wonders what this is about.

"I got knowledge of how exactly our hostage is connected to the Lab Rats. She is the leader's assistant and second in command."

Phil takes note of that. "Alright, well, I just finished up. We can continue this talk tomorrow."

He's up and out the door before another word can come out.

What he needs is a good ol' cold one. With that thought of that, he heads to the nearest bar.

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Zain fists his hands.

How could Ellen be so foolish to even think of letting herself get captured?

Stomping down the halls, he wonders on how he should manage his anger.

Hearing voices in the break room, Zain gets the idea to announce a drinking night, if anyone so pleased to join him.

Stepping in the door he hears a voice. "Mister."

Zain swivels, suddenly peering into a pair of dark orbs.

A young man stands infront of him. His hair slicked back and his image flawlessly clean all around.

"Vincenzo."

He takes a step back, straightening his tie. "Hello, Mr. Malik. I was wondering when the paperwork would be done."

The boss sighs, "I was going out, about to enjoy this fine night, and come back early tom-"

He's cut off by a husky voice. "Mr. Malik... Vinnie." She says Vincenzo's nickname with a small smile as she rounds them, coming from the break room, and now standing infront of them. "We're going for drinks. Care to join us?"

"Ms. Maretz." Both men greet her equally.

Chloë Grace Moretz was an intense woman. She had an extreme side part with bleached highlights and green eyes. Her gaze was piercing and showed just how fierce she was.

"Well actually, I was about to ask you all, but it seems... it's already planned."

She simply nods. "Vinnie?"

"Let's."

A dozen or so members join in, and together they head to the bar.