Above

38

Estelle
I wake up drenched and shivering, my clothes sticking to my body. 
It's dark, so I can't see much, but I can see Leeciy tied up opposite of me.
"Leeciy?" I ask, my voice cracking. 
He looks up. "Hey." 
"What's happening?" 
He exhales, watching his breath twirl upwards. "I'm not sure." 
I bite my lip, pulling at my restraints. "Can you move?" 
"I'm tied to a pole." He says. "I'm stuck."
I push up onto my knees and try and pull. 
Chains behind me clink, which makes it obvious that our captors tied me up like some rabid dog. 
"'M stuck, too." I say, sitting back down, shivering. 
"You're shivering." He points out. 
I nod. "I'm drenched, and it's cold in here." 
The door to the brick room opens, and they walk in with another person, who was the same age as Leeciy and very familiar. 
They flick on their flashlights, tying him to a pipe a few feet away from me. 
After tying him up, they walk over to Leeciy, shining the flashlight in his eyes, checking his pulse. 
One walks over to me, checking the same things for me. 
She moves, walking to the open the door. 
The two other masked captors untie Leeciy, injecting him with the slightest of one fluid, and leading him out. 
I kick and yell against my restraints. "Put him down! Take me! Please!" 
"No use yelling, Jane Eyre." The man a few feet away from me says. 
"That's not my name." I say. 
He flicks the hair out of his face, showing Hispanic features. "I know, love, it's a joke." 
"Stefan?" I ask, blinking a few times. 
He raises a brow. "How do you know who I am?" 
"I'm Estelle, remember me?" I ask.
He shuts his eyes, thinking. "Yeah, I remember you." 
"How'd you get in here?" I ask. 
"Same as you, kidnapped." He says.
I nod. "How long ago?" 
"I've been here maybe a month, month and a half?" He questions. 
"What are their motives?" I ask. 
"Money, mostly, and since the US put a bounty over your head, the second the recognize you, you'll probably die." He says shrugging. 
I huff, leaning back, closing my eyes. 
It's not long until a pained scream makes me spring up, pulling at my chains. 
"Who is he?" Stefan asks. "Last I knew you were with August." 
"August is dead." I say. "That's Leeciy." 
Stefan gasps. "August's dead?" 
"He's been dead for a while." I murmur. 
"So that's your new man? A new and improved version of August?" He asks. 
"He's barely like August." I answer, still trying to get out of my chains. 
"E." Stefan says, using the nickname I had so long ago. 
I interrupt. "I go by Estelle."
"Estelle." Stefan starts again. "He'll be okay, he'll get back soon." 
I look over at him, his soothing eyes like ice down my back. 
I shiver. "As much as that helps, I don't believe you." 
***
Leeciy was back, maybe an hour or an hour and a half later. 
They chained him up on the wall, a couple feet away from me.
It honestly reminds me of my time in the labs, when I was with Luca, and we were each other's anchor. Too bad there's no Felicity to break us out. 
This time around, they didn't take anyone, they just chained him up and left. 
I scoot over to Leeciy, caressing his freshly cut cheek. 
"I'm okay." He lies, hissing when my thumb comes into contact with a particularly tender part of his wound. 
"Don't lie." I murmur, straining my eyes to see. 
He chuckles. "They left you're flower crown on." 
I look at him before quickly remembering he can see in the dark. "Is it wilted any?" 
"No, still fresh as ever." He answers. 
I hum, feeling around for another wound. "What did they do to you?" 
"Torture." 
"It sure feels like that, eh bud?" Stefan says, watching us. "As cute as the fondling session is, it's kinda weird, especially since you're in prison." 
Leeciy huffs, before leaning in, whispering in my ear. "Not too fond of that guy." 
"Not too fond of you either pal." Stefan says. "You seem girly." 
"Shut up Stefan." I snap. 
He gasps. "Did you just snap at me? How dare you?" 
I ignore him, going back to checking Leeciy for any particularly bad wounds. "I wish I could help more." 
Leeciy grins under my hand. "It's okay." 
I blow a piece of hair out of my face. 
"What time is it?" Leeciy asks, looking over at Stefan. 
He shrugs. "Somewhere around 9." 
I click my tongue. "Will they be coming back?" 
"No." Stefan says. 
I turn to Leeciy. "Do you think we can contact the others?" 
"Depends on where they are." He says. "Cirus will probably invade my head tonight, I'll see where she is, then we can devise a plan to escape." 
I nod, moving to sit next to him. 
"I know you're freaked out." Leeciy whispers. "I can tell this bring back memories."
I look up at him and shake my head. "You're wrong." 
"I'm right, you looked like you've seen a ghost." He says. "What's wrong." 
"She's been kidnapped before, idiot." Stefan says. 
I sigh. "He's right." 
Leeciy doesn't say anything, he just moves closer to me. 
"It's how I met Luca, so it wasn't all bad." I say. "I just don't really likes to be under lock and key, and being caged." 
"I get it." He says. "You don't have to explain yourself." 
"Go to bed." Stefan says. "You'll have a busy day tomorrow." 
I nod, leaning my head on Leeciy's shoulder. 
Leeciy leans his head on mine. 
We fall asleep holding hands, silently comforting each other. 
***
I wake up with sun shining in my eyes. 
Stefan's gone, but Leeciy's still there. 
I can see his wounds better in this light. 
A gash running from his cheek bone to his jawline, and a black eye. There's probably worse under his shirt, but his navy sweater conceals that. 
The door opens, squeaking. 
Stefan is escorted in by two masked, armed, men. 
They tied him on the opposing wall. 
Leeciy squeezes my hand. 
I look over and see his face, watching the two men carefully. 
Footsteps walk in front of me. 
I look up at the masked face, his dark eyes down on me. 
He leans down, and unlocks my cuffs, before injecting me with the same substance they did Leeciy. 
As they lift me, and carry me out, I hear screaming and struggling. 
"Put her down! Take me! Please!"