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Post by Pebble on Sept 19, 2016 0:22:09 GMT
It was getting dark already? She groaned. She had left the bunker in the morning... so like 12 hours? Surely they would have noticed they were missing by now? Right? Hopefully. She looked up briefly, blinking her appreciation to Lucifer before looking at Benedict. She flinched, shoulder in terrible pain and she squealed. "Mm... no." She answered him after grunting in pain. She whimpered quietly, letting her head hang again. "God... this hurts." She grunted, squeezing her eyes shut in pain.
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Post by Timur on Sept 19, 2016 4:23:04 GMT
So neither or them knew that why they apparently needed to give information to stop? How were they supposed to say yes when they didn't have all the information? They were stupid in his opinion. He let out a soft grunt, mostly a noise of complaint. "Any idea why they aren't telling us everything?" Benedict asked. Well she probably knew just as much as he did, so it was probably stupid to ask. But hey, they were in some sort of torture dungeon chamber thing. Probably not all that different than what he had heard of in the exiles. Did they torture like the exiles? What he had heard of at least? If so they weren't in any sort of good place. The elders told all sorts of stories about how horrible the exiles were, and why not to go out of the territory without defense because of them. The territory was a safe haven, most of the time. "Do you think they're anything like the exiles?" he spoke again. Whoops, too much more of this and he'd start speaking babble that very few could understand, unless you saw his thought processes. Then a couple darker thought came to mind. "When do you think they'll come back? Do you think they'll bring more? ... Do you think they'll kill us if we keep saying no?" he spoke, swallowing nervously as his face contorted in fear again.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 19, 2016 12:14:31 GMT
Alula shook her head at his first question. The questions to follow caused fear to strike through her, even though she wouldn't allow it to show. She shook her head. "I dont... know." She whispered, voice filled with fear as she looked up at Benedict. Hey, atleast her nose had stopped bleeding. Sure, it was broken, but all well. She looked towards the doof, wondering when they would bust through it, ready to torture the two kids at the word 'no'. She also hoped that Dean would come charging through the door, Sam hot on his heels with the familiar bark and snarls of Fawn as she rushed ahead and attacked, teeth ment the inflict damage. She would await Dean to fire his gun or chop off a head or stab them and then come free her and Benedict from their chains. But she didn't know how long that would be before that... they just had to be patient. "Dont give in Benedict. Don't. Just be patient. They'll come for us." She said to the obviously scared male.
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Post by Timur on Sept 19, 2016 15:16:10 GMT
Ok. She knew just as much as he did. He was just wasting his breath asking pointless questions for pretty much no reason. Considering that they were angels, he'd likely do a banishing sigil instead. Not that Benedict and Alula knew that, and maybe the others wouldn't. A banishing sigil wasn't hard though, luckily, just needed a little time. Not even they knew where they were, it would likely take a while for Dean and Sam and Fawnpelt to find them. In the meanwhile they'd just have to sit tight, it seemed. Benedict found Alula comforting right now, admirable really. She was the one who had gotten it worse, and she was making sure he was ok, trying to comfort him. The male drew a deep breath and exhaled slowly, his own attempts to calm down. It would break pretty quickly once their captors came back, but he was good for now. "Thank you Alula." he said, closing his eyes and resting his head against the stone wall once again.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 19, 2016 21:48:41 GMT
Alula would only blink at him before allowing her head to hang yet again. She stared at the floor, tracing the artwork of her own blood that pooled around her feet, a red ocean. The different shades of scarlet was quite beautiful... and gross. But right now, Alula was trying to make the best of everything. She stared at it for the longest time it seemed, before the door opened. She snapped up her head, wincing as she did so, any movement causing her shoulder to flare up in pain. She whimpered as the men went over to the table creating some new type of concoction it appeared. Maybe. That's what it seemed like to her. She doubted it though. "Still no?" The angel asked, his eyes on his new weapon. "Still no." Alula's defiant voice was weakening. The angel simply sighed and nodded, spinning around with a whip like thing in his hand. He stepped closer, getting into range before raising his hand. He swung it and just before it lashed into Alula's right leg, she realized it wasn't a string whip at all. It was barb wire. It cut into her leg, the barb wires doing their own thing and she screeched in pain. It was pulled out of her leg and he swung again, this time hitting her in her entire left side. Another scream of pain as it was yanked out of her, blood pouring down her side and leg. The hot liquid felt was unnatural and Alula wanted to cry. Yet the stubborn girl refused to give them the satisfaction, only squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth as she bled. The world went mostly numb around her, blood roaring in her ears as the angel turned to Benedict, awaiting his answer before he lashed out at the younger male.
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Post by Timur on Sept 21, 2016 3:47:45 GMT
Benedict let out a small sigh, waiting for whatever to happen to happen. And then it happened. Oh god they were back. They were back again. This wouldn't be good for them. He let out a slight whimper, more of a whine at their arrival, remaining mostly silent until they whipped her with the barbed wire. Ouch that had to hurt. "No! Stop!" he yelled, struggling pointlessly against the chains. How much worse would it get? Even if Alula wasn't going to give them the satisfaction, it was pretty much pointless because Benedict had no such grasp on such concepts. He couldn't stand it anymore, to see Alula get beat. He wasn't going to say yes for a while at least, but then the angel went over to him. this time he'd give a verbal answer, bracing himself for the pain that was sure to come. "Never." he said. It seemed what defiance Alu had lost went to Benedict, he worked in weird ways. And then the pain hit. It hit his knee, tearing into the cartilage under it as well. He let out a scream, and it his him again, this time on the tender part of his underarm. This caused him to let out another scream, and his ears would ring as the corners of his vision started going black and spotty, the blood pooling under him and on his side. It hurt so much, how much worse would it get? And then he was hit again, and this time his screams were more detached, as if it was more of a natural response rather than him fully consciously screaming. The ringing got louder, more blood was spilled, his vision got blacker, more spots danced in front of him. So much pain, it felt like it was everywhere. His screams subsided into whimpers and whines once more, and he shifted a bit to prevent his butt from falling asleep. Though that hurt, but then again everything hurt. Unlucky him it would last for so much longer.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 21, 2016 4:12:03 GMT
Alula could hear his screams of pain through her own ringing. It threw her into distress and she attempted to fight the chains to no avail. It hurt and she had just wasted energy; stupid! She whimpered, just letting her head hang weakly. What was the point of fighting? They could say no forever but they would die. Alula would die for her family, but the pain was causing second guesses to rise in her mind. What if they didn't come for them? What if they died here? She really hope she didn't; the smell here was overwhelmingly awful. But there was a chance, considering at how much pain these angels were causing them. Her she thought angels were supposed to be guardians. She was learning angels were real dicks.
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Post by Timur on Sept 21, 2016 4:23:19 GMT
Benedict was confident that they would come for them. They had last time, when the demons had used skittles to draw him out. He knew lark would be worried sick when he didnt return home, and hat would trigger some sort of search. Dean and Sam would be worried when Alula didn't come home, though they'd realize at roughly the same time that something had happened to the two of them. He just had to wait it out. And maybe, just maybe, he could do something to get less pain as they waited. "Go away." he half mumbled, half said as he pitifully attempted once again to break free of the chains, only to again feel more pain and slump back against the wall. Would they listen? Not likely. Was it worth a shot? Definitely.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 21, 2016 4:31:10 GMT
Alula had fallen limp by now and wasn't even making any noise as they struck her again, catching across the stomach. It hurt, yes. But she really couldn't find it in her to screech out in pain, to give then the knowledge that it hurt. Benedict mumbled something and he was struck again, Alula lifting her head only a second, as if it was a move to stop them from hitting him again. She was failing him. That thought spark a fire and Alula raised her head higher in defiance yet again.
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Post by Timur on Sept 21, 2016 4:44:18 GMT
If he kept this up much longer, they wouldn't be conscious to say yes or think about the offer. So after the next strike, he would put it away for now. The barbed wire really did its job in the pain department. Benedict let out another scream when he was hit. It seemed as if his scream wouldn't ever fail him when he was hurt. He himself had been hit one to many times, had been dealt out a little too much pain. He passed out, falling limp in the chains as an indicator. Incoherent mumbled and whimpers would escape his mouth, but nothing that would make a lick of sense to anyone. The blood continued to pool around them, almost a little too much than what could be healthy. He would come back to once the pain had subsided a bit, but that wasn't likely to be soon as their torturer was grabbing a lighter of sorts to cauterize their wounds. It would prevent them from bleeding out but also cause a world of pain. He went in his usual pattern, Alula first, then Benedict. Alula had been the original target after all, and she was the conscious one. "Don't play with fire kids." he spoke, before crouching down to first get the shoulder stab. Even if the bleeding had slowed considerably since it was inflicted, it was more of the pain and getting it to 100% not bleed. He lit the flame and held it close to her face for a moment, before holding it then to her shoulder. That will hurt.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 21, 2016 5:00:06 GMT
Alula's dulling eyes would light with the fire, her attention caught. What was he doing with that? He held the flame close to her face after her spoke and it clicked. He wouldn't. The pain of it being anywhere near her eye was enough to make her flinch. But this man was cruel enough to go to her shoulder. And torch it. The moment her wound was exposed, it already hurt. But then the flame drew over it, her skin boiling. At first it didn't hurt. But then it turned into excruciating pain. She screamed, louder than she ever had, in pain. She was bleeding, but the fact that her skin was bubbling and popping wad enough to make anyone scream. The heat was extremely painful on the soot that had been impaled two times already. He moved to her leg wound and that hurt enough to make her screech. The stomach wound was just as bad as the should wound, the tender area not fairing well with the torch. When he loved to her side, he may as well as been torching her ribs, kn how skin she was. That was painful as well, her skin peeling and bubbling. It was disgusting, painful, and just plain out cruel. Cruel and unusual. The law was broken but eight now Alu didn't care. She was in terrible pain, the flames eating away at her flesh.
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Post by Timur on Sept 22, 2016 15:18:48 GMT
If Alula looked over at him and such, she would see that in fact his eyes were still open. He wasn't dead or conscious in any manner, but it would look a bit creepy. When he woke up his eyes would probably be a bit dry, as usual. He wasn't aware he did it, it just happened. He slept with his eyes open. In the meanwhile, the Angel would go over to Benedict with the flame once Alula had done. He didn't scream or anything, he didn't scream when he was unconscious, but he certainly did squirm and wriggle. A natural reaction to his body trying to protect itself. It didn't work of course, as he was chained, but as the lighter went from place to place, injury to injury, Benny would still wriggle and squirm. If he was conscious he would scream, but he wouldn't be anytime soon. Poor Alula wouldn't have anyone to talk to. Whoops.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 22, 2016 23:13:57 GMT
Alula was groaning in pain, everything hurting from her new burns. She looked around, vision blurred as she felt she was going to black out. However, when she heard nothing from Benedict, she shook her head and became fully concious. It hurt, yes, but she needed to remain awake. She needed to be there for Benedict. She looked over through her blurry vision and caught movement. She misinterpreted it to be the Angel moving him... he was limp and his eyes were wide open and staring at nothing, blank. Alula gagged and looked away, focusing on the bloodied floor. Was he dead? Alula was sure he was dead and she felt hot tears sting the back of her eyes and she whimpered. He had to be dead! He was limp and his eyes were open. Alula wasn't aware that people could sleep with their eyes open.
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Post by Timur on Sept 22, 2016 23:45:31 GMT
And a hour or so later, Benny would wake up. Faintly at first, still racked with pain, senses fuzzy, but after a couple minutes things came into focus. His eyes were a bit dry as usual, he noted. For a moment he wondered why everything hurt so much, and then his memory kicked in and he remembered he was captured and had been tortured, and that Alula was there with him. His head jerked up and he looked over to Alula, who didn't seem to be doing to well. "Alula?" he asked quickly. It was pointless to ask if she was ok, but she looked really sad for some reason, and he couldn't tell why. What had happened while he was out?
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Post by Pebble on Sept 23, 2016 0:11:28 GMT
Alula assumed Benedict was dead... he didn't last long, which didn't surprise her. He was younger than her and apperantly wasn't willing to fight for his life. Blood had pooled in her mouth and every few minutes she was spitting it out. Another splatter of her spit blood and she groaned, hanging limply at loss for energy. Benedict was dead, she was alone, and her uncle and father were no where to be seen. Then a familiar voice spoke her name. She jumped, yelping when she did as she lifted her head. She casted her gaze to Lucifer, expecting it to be him. Then, ever so slowly, she looked at Benedict. Her pupils narrowed and the green circle around them exploded, covering what once was dark grown in apple green, to match her father's. Her eyes burned and watered, the color change odd. Then, she screamed. "You're dead! You're not real! No! Lucifer stop it!" She screeched.
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