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The electrified rod slams into Dan again and Dan screams, the pain ringing through him like fire. Skye pulls away and takes a step back as she watches Dan's head hang, showing how physically weak he really is.
"Where are the rebels now?" she asks but Dan just shrugs. "Oh come on, Danny. You've worked with them long enough to know where they could be."
Dan chuckles darkly. "True but why would I tell you?"
The rod comes down on his leg and Dan clenches his jaw, trying his damn best to hold in his scream. His head falls again.
"Just tell me and this will all be over," Skye tells him but Dan looks up at her with a small smile on his lips.
"Oh sweetheart, you know that's not true."
Skye takes the rod and, again, slams it into Dan's chest making him scream and grip the arms of the chair he's in. This has been going on for about an hour now and yet Skye still won't take no for an answer from him.
"Where is Jack?" she asks and this one takes him by surprise. Dan looks up at her and tilts his head to the side.
"He's not here?" he asks, pretending to play dumb. "I don't know where he is. I thought that he's been at the palace."
Skye yells in frustration. "You know that's not true! Now where is he?" She gets closer and Dan's face but all he does is laugh.
"No clue."
It keeps going back and forth between them for another hour before Skye sends Dan away. He's carried in someone's arm back to his cell and gently placed on the floor, the bars closing behind the soldier. Phil reaches his arm through the bars and rubs his thumb over Dan's cheek. As he pulls away back into his own cell, he looks at Dan with worry,
"You really love him, don't you?" PJ asks quietly and Phil looks over in small surprise before laughing darkly.
"Yeah I guess I do. You go to and from hell with someone enough times and you'll eventually fall for them," Phil says and PJ nods, not saying anything else.
A few hours later, a couple soldiers come into the room with a table and a few wine glasses in their hands. All of them, including Dan who just wakes up, watch with anxious eyes. A couple moments later the king enters and soldiers open the bars to their cells.
"Come, come. I have a game to play," the king says and Dan and Phil both groan. Dan takes an extra moment to get out of his cell after the rest of them. As they all stand in front of the table, the king smiles evilly at them. "Pick your poison, only one is water. And drink it all."
The six wine glasses sit on the table in front of them. Joe steps forward first and grabs the right center glass before standing back in the line. Adrian goes next and grabs the glass farthest to the left. PJ grabs the glass second from the right and Phil grabs the glass second from the left which leaves Dan with two glasses to choose from. The one on the left or the one on the right. He shakily grabs the one on his right and steps back in line.
The five of them make a circle and count off.
"3...2...1," they all say in unison, downing the clear liquids in each glass. The soldiers all take the glass out of their hands before one of them can drop it and break it.
For a moment they all look at each other and everything is fine. That is until Adrian turns around and pukes, his chest heaving everything out of his stomach. Phil begins to cough and blood coats his hand as he falls to his hands and knees, covering the floor in his blood as well. That leaves PJ, Joe, and Dan. Suddenly, PJ just collapses and falls to the ground completely unconscious. Which now leaves Dan and Joe, each of them looking at the other, waiting for something to happen. It's not even a second later that Joe is screaming and running across the room from something only he can see, petrified by hallucinations that'll last for a good while. Which leaves Dan.
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You're Never Alone
FanfictionDan is a firebender and a soldier for his father, the king. He's the prince and for years on end, he's been given the task to capture as many icebenders as possible. Phil is an icebender and a rebel for a society his father created. Anyone who is ag...