𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓 | ᶠⁱᵛᵉ ʰᵃʳᵍʳᵉᵉᵛᵉˢ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

✧ twelve.

[TW: KIDNAPPING & SLIGHT TORTUE]

twelve | Taken For Answers

You lounged on the couch, sitting across from Diego. There was an awkward silence engulfing the two of you, making you want to stand up and walk back to the bedroom you were staying at.

The door to the mansion, which you found out was referred to as 'The Academy' opened up; Five walked in, dressed in his usual uniform, however the lower half was covered in what you assumed to be blood.

"I cleaned up your apartment," he said in a soft voice, "I took care of Bjorn and everything."

The once healthy pumping heart in your ribcage froze at the insensitive, careless mention of your late friend's name. "Wh... what are you going to do with him?"

Five slowly walked over by you, gently taking a seat next to you on the couch. "Well, I figured that should be up to you..."

You shook your head, "no- it should be up to his family..."

"We can't tell his family about it right now, the last thing we need is the cops and news meddling in. We are working with limited time to stop the apocalypse, and we can't do that with cops around," he said.

"... N-... not tell his family?" You asked.

"Y/n, listen to me," he said, placing his hands on the balls of his knees, "we will eventually tell them, after we get this sorted out, okay?"

A warm tear trailed down your face, leaving a shiny path in its wake. You forced a nod, it was weak, and unpromising, but you attempted to convince yourself it would be alright... and that you were doing the right thing.

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Around two PM, Five fixed you a vodka cocktail, you had no clue what was in it, but you drank it anyway. You and Five sat at the dining table, conversing.

"Five." You said, interrupting the already-going conversation.

"Hm?" He replied.

"I don't think your sister is ordinary," you said placing your glass down on the table.

He was skeptical, thinking what you had said was just drunken rambling, and just brushed it aside. He helped you get up to your temporary room, while he went to take care of some things, which he didn't elaborate on. Your body was tired from the alcohol, and the moment you had gotten to your room, your passed out for a nap on your bed.

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Your body jolted awake--the power with such was so strong it was painful. Your muscles contracted, and it they were unable to relax for the first few moments after waking up.

That was an abnormal reaction from your body... something must've woken you up. You didn't have long to question what it could have been; your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps--footsteps that were far too heavy to belong to Five.

You furrowed your eyebrows. Trace amounts of adrenaline began to pump through your veins and spread to your extremities--it was like a rush of heat, the sensation radiated along your face and all over your body.

The door opened. Two men, who you had never seen before walked into the room. They were both armed with firearms, you couldn't tell if what they held were machine guns or assault rifles--whatever it was looked and most certainly was dangerous.

One of the men approached you, grabbing you by your left arm and pulling you off of the bed. From that point on, they began to walk you out of room. The other man had a gun pressed against your back, he didn't speak but you knew if he were to it would be a threat, something along the lines of him blowing your brains out of you were to get any funny ideas.

You very slowly, with a shaking hand, grabbed your necklace. Your right hand was already hugged to your chest, so the movement wasn't extremely noticable.

You pulled, breaking the chain and keeping it in your hand. While you were being led, the moment you passed over a rug you dropped the necklace on it, as to not draw any attention from the two men. Your plan worked, and they led you out of the house and into what you assumed was their vehicle.

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If your mind wasn't preoccupied, and if you weren't forced into silence, you would've made a joke about the motel you were taken to. It was a sketchy motel, one straight out of a supposed 'true' horror story on the internet--in fact, it was quite similar to the one Five had been taken to when he had gotten abducted at the donut shop... the place where you had robbed another man of his life.

Regardless on if the man was a good person or not, or if you were doing it to protect yourself, or even your friend, you couldn't get over the fact that you cut a life short. The man looked to be no older than his mid thirties to early forties, and you cut his life short. He had possibilities, he probably had dreams, but, why he was doing what he was? You had absolutely no idea. Yet, for some reason it was so difficult to justify ending another person's life, even if they were a threat to you, or someone you were trying to help. Being in this motel not only was miserable because of the current circumstances, but because it brought back the horrific memories from that night.

They sat you on a beaten wooden chair, one which they had swiped from the kitchen table. They bound your ankles together, as well as your wrists behind the chair. Ropes were tied around your chest, right above your breasts--which was quite painful--around your waist, and around your upper thighs. All of which kept you bound to the chair.

One of the men grabbed a sharp, small blade and turned to face you. His eyes were cold, it seemed that no amount of bargaining or crying would get you out of this... this was the very painful end.

"We know you're working with Five Hargreeves," he said. His voice was low and taunting, "and we can't have you going back with him, so you're gonna tell us ever damn thing you know."

A slow rear began to roll down your cheek, cleansing off bits of dirt and dust while it did so.

The man slowly stepped forward, placing the blade right above your collar bone, and pressing down. He began to move the blade towards your face. The pain was blinding, it made your vision go white as your body tried to cope with the overwhelming stinging pain. You felt blood roll down your skin.

He pressed his finger against the wound, making the pain nearly unbearable.

"He went to the hospital--he went to go check the medical records-... the only lead he has is this prosthetic eye, and he wants to see if there's any records on who lost an eye and who got a replacement with the same serial number..."

Everything you had just said was a lie--made up on the spot. You had absolutely no idea where Five was, but it certainly wasn't there; the eyeball lead went nowhere, it's unlikely he'd be at the hospital. It sounded stupid, yes, but Five would do some pathetic things in a desperate time.

"Where did he get this eye?" One of the men asked.

"I don't know..." You replied.

The other men reached into his pocket and pulled out a taser.

Well, fuck me.