𝕸𝖘. 𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖘 (𝕻𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑𝖊 - 𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 1)

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞-𝕺𝖓𝖊 (21)

All I felt was pain. His pain, so horribly strong that it blended in with my own, injuries not healing like they usually do and being left to suffer through the burns. I never wanted him to feel pain similar to my own. Never. He doesn't deserve to be hurt. I want him back, next to me. I want to feel the cold skin of his hand wrapped in my warm one, comfort at a single touch. I want to see his chocolate eyes gazing at me with such adoration that I don't know how to properly react. I need him like I need oxygen to breath. He's my everything, and currently my everything is being used to get to me. And it's working.

"Remington." I breathe, tears falling down my cheeks as I take him in.

My gaze never leaves Remington's lips as he's brought in, his leg shackled to the bolt instead of his wrists. The straightjacket constricting his movements stopped him from thrashing about, eyes unfocused and thoughts jumbled in his head.

His lips. Oh gosh, his lips. They've sewn his lips shut.

A sob escapes me as I bring my chained hands forward to rest on his cheeks. His eyes never meet mine, darting around the room haphazardly. He can't see me, eyes clouded over with a purple hue. Nightshade.

"Remington?" I murmur, pained eyes filled with tears though I don't let them fall.

He takes no action to show he heard me, and I'm beginning to think he can't.

'Andy. Andy what's wrong with him? Andy?!'

There was no answer as I called out to Andy multiple times in a panic.

'Andy, please, are you okay? Did they somehow hurt you too? Please, Andy answer me, please.'

"Are you willing to cooperate?"

I look over at the Doctor with a defeated glare, remaining silent. "Oh? Is that a no? Well, I do suppose we can take him back. Maybe a bit more torture will change your mind and rip apart his." He smirks, and my eyes widen.

No. No.

"Fine! I'll... I'll do what you want but don't touch him. Don't you fucking touch him. Or number twenty-two. If you hurt either of them I swear I'll rip you to shreds." I growl, glaring at him as fiercely as I'm able, what with the tears falling down my cheeks.

The Doctor merely smiles, a triumphant gleam in his eyes, "Good girl. Bring her."

I graze Remington's cheek one last time before I'm grabbed by my forearms, de-chained and taken out of the room. I stare at my soulmate over my shoulder as best as I can. I'm not going to let them get hurt. Not anymore.

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I'm brought to a different block, the cells not made of reinforced glass and merely a normal concrete. I watch in silence as one of the prisoners is brought out. Its a young girl, maybe twelve or thirteen with dark chocolate skin as well as blue eyes and curly brown hair.

"Take it." The Doctor orders, pulling out a remote with four buttons.

One is red, usually a bad sign, and the other are all the same black of the remote. He presses one, and the strain on my magic releases. Breathing in deeply, it's almost like I was allowed oxygen instead of my magic. Soon enough, I'm kicked in the back, falling forward on my hands and knees, too lost in the feeling of my magic and how it settles in my body calmly as though it was never restricted in the first place.