l'appel du vide (henry creel fanfiction)

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"Peter, this will all end once you start listening."

Peter could barely see, his senses were failing him as the voltage wrecked his nervous system.

He could only feel pain. White, hot, and brutal pain. At that moment he wanted nothing else than to not be where he was.

His screams were loud, but soon it was too painful for him to even take a breath. All he could do was lay there and wait for the torture to end.

Amelia had finished with Eleven and was on her way back to her own room when she heard screaming. At first, she could not determine who's screams it was.

It wasn't until she was just outside of the room that she finally knew who was in the room.

Fury immediately pulsed through her veins.

Her eyes flashed dark green as she stormed into the room.

Dr Brenner was gone, he had left the men to torture Peter Ballard however they pleased. This only fueled Amelia's anger even more.

The door slamming behind her caught the attention of the two guards. They looked at her and they gripped their tasers. Her fists balled up as she stood in front of them. "Leave, now."

They looked at her with venom in their eyes, she looked back with twice as much poison.

"Did I mumble?" She snapped and tilted her head, waiting expectantly.

The first guard grumbled and stabbed her side with the taser. She screamed out and fell back. The pain practically blinded her.

But the pain was familiar.

The guard went to send another shock through her body, but she raised her hand and sent him forcefully into the table behind him. He slid across the top and hit the ground with a crack.

Amelia stood up and glared at the second guard. "I will end you if you try anything. I would hate to have you miss out on dinner with your daughter."

The man raised his hands in surrender and backed up. He then grabbed a needle that was located in his belt and went to inject it into her arm. Before the syringe made contact with Amelia's skin, he was on the ground taking a nice long nap.

Amelia brought her wrist up to her nose and wiped the blood off her lips. She was regaining her breath as she kneeled down to Peter.

"Peter?" Amelia asked quietly, careful not to touch him in any harsh way. "Peter are you awake? Oh please be ok..."

Peter groaned in pain as he attempted to lift his head. "Melia?"

"My goodness, Peter," Amelia said as her hands shook. She rested her forehead on his chest and focused on evening out her breathing.

Peter rested his left hand on her thigh and his right hand stroked her hair. "I am ok, Amelia."

They stayed like that for a few moments before Peter spoke up.

"What happened to the guards?"

Amelia laughed softly. "They are, um, taking a nap... come on, let's get you out of here."

She hooked her arm under his and did her best to pull him up. It took a lot of fussing from both parties but Peter was finally standing up. "Where is your room?"

Peter gave a smirk but was immediately shaken with pain. "Ah, uh, down this hallway, you will have to go past a security door."

"Never stopped me before," Amelia said and made her way to his room. She held onto his waist to make sure he didn't fall.