Crayons, Captivity and Carnage ( and a side of fries)

Chapter 3 : Broken Dolls

The first couple of hours, they had been on edge, tensing every time a vehicle passed by or they went through a built up area that would be useful for an ambush. But as time and miles ticked by they began to relax. They were heading west, through the forests of Louisiana and avoiding the major highways and towns as best they could.

19C shifted in her seat, glancing at the viewing screen overhead, watching the woman's heart rate beat a steady rhythm. They had been trained to remain still for hours, but it didn't mean it was any more comfortable than if they hadn't been trained to do it when the time called for it.

"How much did you give her? She's out cold." 33C used the tip of her electrical taser to poke the woman, thankfully without the prods being active.

"I wasn't becoming splatter on the side of a fucking wall." 19C growled, offering a shrug and fingering the second needle she had, wondering if it would be necessary.

33C glanced at the others, then looked to her with a smirk, "to be honest, I wasn't dumb enough to argue like you, but I didn't think this was going to work either. I was hoping for some kind of fight."

Sure there were such things as supernatural creatures, but there was no such thing as luck. Still, as if on cue, the woman's heart rate spiked and she let out a yell and tried to sit up, only to find herself stopped very quickly by the restraints and electrical collar that flashed into full power. The scream of pain was shrill, the woman stunned by the jolt for a moment before she started struggling again.

"19! The trank! " 33 Yelled after a few minutes of watching, jerking her from her fascination at the woman's painfilled, useless struggles.

19 grinned and glanced up to 33, "she's fucking caught. Look at her fry herself silly."

"Just knock her out!" 33, for all her bluster about wanting a fight, looked near panic as the woman continued to fight, the collar was beginning to glow pink, and the smell of roses had filled the van.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Finally, there were sensical words out of the witch, which had 19 rushing to pull out the needle.

She was just shifting up to stand when the van swerved, sending her tumbling into the gurney. It was locked down, so 19's body took most of the damage from the hit, before the van swerved again, sending her stumbling into the far wall.

But she had kept ahold of the needle, and growled as she struggled to stand. "Keep the damned thing steady!".

She steadied herself and turned to see 33, face slack jawed, knife out and sawing at the restraints attached the woman's one arm.

"FUCKING STOP HER!" 19C yelled at the other Hunters. All but one gave her a blank look, but that one, 09C, decked 33 hard, knocking the woman out, but not before the witch's hand was freed.

19 hoped that there was enough drugs in the witch to keep her from loosing some particularly damaging magic on the lot of them, watching 09C leap on the woman and tug her arm away from the second restraint. The witch tried to resist, twisting awkwardly in the restraints and screaming as the distinct sound of breaking bones filled the air. "URDU!"

But 19 was already leaping on the gurney, jamming the needle into the woman's neck and snarling at her as she felt a blast of pink magic slam her up into the roof.

It hurt.

The world spun and she knew she was injured. But 19 also knew that she probably survived because the witch was already unconscious. The rest of the Hunters sat down hard, shaking their heads in confusion.

"Was that a spell? Tell me that was a spell she used to do that to you." 09 winced and looked down at the very broken arm that was in his hand, before shrugging and moving to restrain it with a new cuff.

"I don't fucking know." 19 groaned and sat up, mentally running through her body to assess for damage. "Fucking freaky ass crazy bitch. I don't think she had any idea what was going on."

"Fucked you up pretty good." 09 smirked at her, raising a brow.

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Sammy jolted awake.

She didn't feel like she normally did when she first woke up and...she wasn't in bed. Where had she been before falling asleep? She was at the...the...hospital!

Suddenly remembering the nurses not nurses and what they'd done, her eyes flew open, and Sam realized she was lying on a gurney in the back of what kind of looked kind of like an ambulance but bigger with mean looking weapons and people hanging around.

Panic started to claw at her. She was restrained, and whatever they'd injected her with made it so hard to move. As her panic grew, her magic started to manifest until a sharp jolt of electricity zapped her from the collar they'd put on her, making her scream in agony.

The witch remembered that pain from when she and Timmy had fought those...hunters in the woods. Hunters.

Through her pain, she realized that she also felt Timmy and Urdie, who were both panicking, too. Timmy had been...worried already and Urdie....hadn't known what was happening. But, her demon knew now.

This wasn't good. Not good at all. Hunters were really bad. Timmy and Urdie shouldn't come. Sam could figure this out. The witch had to. Otherwise, the people she loved would come to help her and they'd get hurt too, and she'd feel even worse.

Sammy knew she shouldn't use her magic, that the collar would shock her again if she did, but her panic made her reliance on her magic involuntary and she tried even harder to remove the collar or her restraints using her power and yelling for them to let her go. The plan was bound to fail, and Sammy felt herself shocked again by the collar, making her writhe in the restraints.

The hunters were on the move, now. One carrying a needle toward her menacingly. She couldn't let the needle touch her, and she used her energy to make the driver in the front of the vehicle swerve, knocking the hunter with the needle off balance.

Sam then looked at the hunter nearest her, willing the woman to pull out her knife and start freeing her hand from the cloth restraint. If she could just get out of the restraints, she could maybe use some big magic. She...

Another hunter knocked out one who was cutting her restraints before Sam's hand was freed, and the witch redoubled her struggling when she realized there really wasn't anything she could do.

All she could think in that moment of blinding panic was that she wanted to be with Timmy and Urdie. The intensity of her struggling caused her to twist one of her restrained arms, and the witch heard a curious snap, realizing a second later that the sound was her arm breaking. The pain from the injury started to lap at her consciousness, but adrenaline prevented it from becoming a tidal wave of torment.

All she could think was that she just wanted to be at home with Timmy and..."URDU!"

As she yelled the name before even realizing what she was doing, Sam felt the hunter with the needle fall on her and jab the syringe into her neck, pressing the plunger down with bruising force.

With mounting confusion, anger, and pain, Sam's power involuntarily exploded, launching the woman off her and into the roof of the vehicle with a satisfying thud, which was the last sound Sam heard before falling back asleep.

***

"Report. What was all that bullshit?" 45B's voice came over the loudspeaker radio. 09 reached out to grab the mic when the sound of automatic gunfire filled the night outside and the vehicle came to a rapid stop.

"Call in support! I repeat, call in support! Something just took out  45's vehicle!" Another hunter, unidentifiable in panic, came over the radio, setting them all to scramble and grab their weapons.

"What is it? Do you have eyes on it?" 09 yelled into the mic as they stared blindly at the night vision-enhanced screens on the walls of their vehicle. More gunfire. The whoompfing sound of an energy cannon going off, explosions. 

What the hell was going on out there?