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Post by Timur on Sept 17, 2016 19:34:41 GMT
Ok how could he get her, and possibly him, out? Maybe he could instruct them on how to do an angel banishing sigil? No the way they were trapped wouldn't allow them too. His archangel blade was back in the cage with him, maybe Timur or Pebble? No he didn't want to put them in that sort of danger. They were the rulers of hell and that wouldn't settle well with the Angels. All to easy for them to get hurt- especially with his children being part human and Timur being full human. His eyebrows were furrowed together as he concentrated. The chains were to strong for them to get out of, and too tight for them to wriggle out of. Hm.
And then he woke up. Benedict's breathing quickly grew heavy and his eyes widened in fear. Where were they? Was Alula there too? What was happening? Instinctively, he tried to curl into a ball for comfort, but he all too quickly found that chains were holding him back. At this he let out a rather loud whimper, his head throbbing as memories of his previous capture came back. When would Lark realize he was gone? Were they going to die? The last thought caused him to whimper again, fear coursing through him. And great, he had to pee.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 17, 2016 19:45:59 GMT
The clicking of chains caught her attention and she looked over at Benedict. He whimpered and she bit the inside of her cheek. Then he whimpered again and Alula flinched. "Shut. Up! They'll hear you!" She hissed at him. Huh. Even her whispers echoed. Dang. She looked around, trying to find something, anything to free them. Nothing. Her side was still flaming and her head was throbbing. But, that was the least of her worries. Echoing foot steps and a few shadows at the door caught her attention, accompanied by what sounded like wheels. Oh no no no. This wouldn't end well. Desperately, Alula fought the chains, but to no avail. The door opened and she quickly looked to Benedict before the door. Three people showed up, one pushing a clothed table. What was under that cloth? She shivered at the thoughts, biting her tongue. Maybe it would be best to be quiet.
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Post by Timur on Sept 17, 2016 19:54:51 GMT
Benedict didn't have the benefit of the lighter hallucinations. That only made him more scared when footsteps came, and something he didn't quite recognize. Of course Alula told him to be quiet, and he only looked at her with fear. The chains rattled some more, indicating at his useless struggle to get free. Of course he fell silent when he heard the door open, doing his best to contain the fear that told him to scream. "A-Alula?" he asked, his voice shaky. "Alula what's going on?" and great, another voice crack, again caused by fear. This time a lot more fear, but still fear. It seemed the others were still getting something ready, giving the two a precious few seconds to talk. Benny didn't know much about situations like these but he did know that they didn't usually end well.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 17, 2016 20:04:38 GMT
Alula gulped, looking over at Benedict. Her eyes were wide, indicating she was afraid. She shook her head, showing even she didn't know. The lights were turned on, making the room even brighter for her and she flinched before looking to the three. One she recognized at the one that had knocked both of them out. The other two, she hadn't seen. But she had heard them. She studied them, sizing them up. This wasn't going to end well; all three were way bugger than both her and Benedict combined. Not like Benedict would be much help here anyways. The men seemed to be waiting for them to say something, so Alula went with the classic. "What do you want from us?" Ah yes, never fails. "Us? We aren't asking for much; just information in the Winchesters." The one who had knocked them out spoke; obviously the leader. Alula growled lowly. "Well you're gonna have to find someone else!" She snapped, looking to Benedict for some back up.
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Post by Timur on Sept 17, 2016 20:16:58 GMT
They turned on the lights so Luci would switch off the hallucination. Oh great, cloth covered table that contained tools for torture. Still thinking of a way to get Alu out that would work, he decided to show her what was under the cloth for a few seconds. No probably not a good idea, but at least she would be somewhat prepared for what would likely happen.
The lights turned on, causing him to squint. After a couple moments his eyes adjusted, and the other had talked. Wait all they wanted was information? Then why did they knock him and Alu out? "Why do you want it?" He asked, his voice still shaky as he became a bit curious. Surely that wasn't it, there had to be a reason they wanted information. Of course, he wasn't being much help right now, but that was Benedict. Horrible in these types of situations.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 17, 2016 20:39:50 GMT
Alula's eyes widened and she sucked in a breath as Lucifer showed her what was under the clothe. Blades and other items she couldn't identify. She swallowed hard before hearing Benedict. She inwardly groaned. "That, it is classified." The male spoke. "We don't like to play games so I'll offer you a final chance; information on the Winchesters. Now." He said. No. Alula wouldn't betray her flesh and blood like that, not today, not ever. "Bite me." She wished she wouldn't have said that because almost immediately the table cloth was removed, revealing the weapons. Alula's eyes widened as he took a knife. "Now; who wants to go first?"
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Post by Timur on Sept 17, 2016 21:31:43 GMT
Yeah and he was the horrible one. Ok. Nobody seemed to bat an eye about how willing his siblings were to torture children, but of course he was the bad guy. Humph.
Alu seemed feisty. Hey if it could help would it hurt? He didn't do a good feisty tho. However, he was now highly confused as well as scared. "But shouldn't we know why we would be doing something?" Benedict asked innocently, and then quickly gulped as the contents of the table were shown. Were they going to torture him? Why were they doing this? Why did they need the information?
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Post by Pebble on Sept 17, 2016 22:16:37 GMT
"Why? To stop the dang apocalypse." The man hissed at them, threatening Benedict with the knife. He then began to pick between the two. The knife's point ended at Alula and she knew what was going to happen. He grinned wickedly before moving to do whatever. Alula squeezed her eyes shut before the knife dug into her flesh just below her collarbone. She held back a screech of pain as he drew it across to the shoulder the collarbone was connected to. Tears pricked her eyes as the pain was unbearable and she let off a loud whimper. The knife was pulled back, allowing her to bleed. It stung and she whimpered again, wishing to cover the wound. The male turned to Benedict and she felt pity course through her.
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Post by Timur on Sept 18, 2016 21:24:55 GMT
To stop the apocalypse? Benedict was going to ask "what apocalypse? What's an apocalypse?" But then he drew a knife and pointed it at them. His eyes widened again and his breathing grew heavy again. Nope he was no good in this kind of situation. He didn't want it to land on him of course, but he didn't want Alula to be hurt either. He sucked in a breath, and couldn't tear his eyes away as he stabbed the knife in and cut her. The stench of blood was horrible, the look of it too. Something about its crimson red seemed so wrong to see. The male turned towards him and he couldn't hold back the whimper of fear that followed. He wanted to beg them not to, but alas he was frozen with fear. The other must of sensed just how scared he was, and seemed to be trying to take advantage of it. The angel rested the top against his shoulder, pausing for a moment before driving it in. He was being trained to be a warrior, but hadn't actually sustained a wound before, and hadn't trained for this sort of situation. Or this amount of pain. He screamed, and the blade was twisted, only causing him to scream louder. Once the knife was pulled out the scream turned into a series of pitiful whimpers, the chains rattling as he shook, trying to crawl away from the pain. Tears sprung from his eyes. So much for the males being tough. The other stood so they got a clear view of what was on the table, a silent threat. "Now are you sure you want to turn it down again?" he said. Even though Benny hated pain, he was loyal. He didn't want to sell out lark and fawn and all the others, but he wasn't sure just how much more he could take. There was a lot more where the knife came from, and poor Benedict was already beginning to doubt himself. Though he weakly shook his head, trembling with fear.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 18, 2016 21:43:02 GMT
Alula was scared. Benedict's screams were horrid and she looked away. However, his screams were turned to whimpers and the man spoke. No. Alula would never betray her blood, not in a million years. Her head raised definitely and she growled. "Screw you." She said, voice laced with venom. It happened too quickly and before she knew it, her head was hanging, nose bleeding and broken. She yelped, pain coursing through her as blood hit the ground. She raised her head again, glaring as determination seeped through her. The angel shook his head, turning to get a new knife and what she thought was a lighter. She was afraid now, as he heated it. "Last chance." He said and Alula didn't even open her mouth. He shook his head and turned around, the tip of the blade blazing hot. Her eyes widened as he drew closer to her, putting the blade near her face. She could feel the heat and she awaited it to draw across her face. It didn't. No, it got her in a tender place. Her shot shoulder. He stabbed her right where she had been shot, not too far though. Alula screamed in pain, the wound burning and bleeding. The smell of some burnt flesh hit her nose and and she screeched. He pulled back, the once blazing blade now bloody at the tip, the scarlet liquid sliding down the silver blade and dripping onto the floor.
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Post by Timur on Sept 18, 2016 22:00:22 GMT
Unlikely to be their last chance, they'd just be tortured until one of three things happened. They were busted out, they said yes, or they died. Died of blood loss most likely. Benedict would continue to weakly shake his head, which was more than enough to say no. He shut his eyes, but then they snapped open again as the sound of Alula being punched reached his ears. However, that wasn't the end of it. The angel grabbed another knife, this time jagged so it'd leave more of a mark when it was pulled out, and heated it. With whatever it was that Benny didn't know what it was. And then she wa stabbed, right in the area that she had been shot. He wouldn't be surprised if it was exactly where she had been shot. They didn't seem very patient, and all to quick to use pain to get a yes. Maybe they were desperate. Benedict didn't care right now, he just knew they were being tortured. And they had both screamed. And they were just getting started. He felt paralyzed to do anything, to say anything to try and get them to stop. He felt bad for Alula, and wasn't even sure how she handled it. Or how to stop it. Or why burnt flesh smelled so bad. What happened next would be out of his hands, wether the man focused on Alula or went to him, he didn't know, and he couldn't help it.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 18, 2016 22:08:40 GMT
The man shook his head. "We'll be back." He growled. With this, he turned and left, the men following behind. The left the tabls, forcing Alula to worry what was coming next, considering just how badly her nose hurt. The men left and she attempted to look at her bloodied shoulder. She winced and grunted before looking at her companion. "You good?" She asked, tasting her own blood from her nose. This was horrible, why were they here? Why Benedict? He was so young. Same thing with Alula. Why were they here? She whimpered, nose and new wounds burning as nothing covered them, allowing bacteria to enter.
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Post by Timur on Sept 18, 2016 22:21:49 GMT
Benedict let out a sigh of relief after the guy left, going as limp as possible in relief in the hold he was put in by the chains. She seemed to be so much stronger than him, it was actually kind of admirable. The first time she was stabbed here she didn't scream, he did. Though in the end she had gotten it worse than him, and she seemed more worried about him than her. So Benedict couldn't complain, even if this was the most pain he had ever felt. His first true pain outside of bumping into the table corner. "Yeah, how 'bout you?" the male spoke, trying to hide the pain in his voice. He couldn't say he wasn't curious as to where the others had gone though. Benedict wouldn't be surprised if their wounds got infected actually, his mother was a medic and he had picked up a bit about herbs there. Wether or not they worked on humans he didn't know, but he figured it would be the same with infections. Benny had seen someone with an infection once, and it hadn't been pretty. "I hope nothing gets infected." he muttered, mostly to himself as he rested his head against the wall. Not comfortable, but probably as comfortable as he could get.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 18, 2016 22:53:01 GMT
Alula grunted. "I can't say I'm fine. But I'm alive." She replied to him with a small smile. She then let her head hang, her wounds throbbing. The pain in her shoulder was extremely high and she groaned miserably. "When do you think they'll realize we're missing?" She asked Benedict quietly, looking to the younger male. She guessed it would take Dean 30 minutes from now, but she could be wrong. It actually depended on how long they had been knocked out; which was unknown to her. Wait. Lucifer might know. "Hey, how long have we been out?" She asked, head still hanging low. It made it seemed as if she was talking to Benedict. Lucifer would know though.
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Post by Timur on Sept 18, 2016 23:06:05 GMT
One of the very few times she would admit she wasn't fine. Which in this situation, she really couldn't say she was fine. Benedict gave a small, barely perceptible nod at her words, and shrugged weakly at her next statement. Well that hadn't been a good idea. A stab of pain would shoot through his injured shoulder, causing him to clamp his teeth together. He didn't know when, but it seemed as if they had been out for a while. They wouldn't be able to keep track of the days either, there wasn't a window and the only lights they had were electric, manually controlled. "I don't know." his whispered, his voice right as he battled with the pain. After a couple moments it faded a bit, faded down to a more tolerable level. Which wasn't very tolerable but it's have to do. "Do you know what an apocalypse is?" Benny asked her, turning his head to face her.
O clever girl. Benedict wouldn't suspect a thing, which was good. "A long time actually, it's getting dark by now." he told her, walking over to the table to more closely inspect the tools on it. Lemon juice? Salt? That was just cruel. With a small sigh he would go back to where he had been. It was obvious that the situation had gotten to him, for Luci wasn't singing or annoying them. Instead he was actually being a bit helpful, then again it was a good way to gain someone's trust. He just had to think of how.
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