[WaM] 024 - An Unfamiliar Feeling
Jun. 20th, 2008 12:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
my_strappyshoesThe first thing she notices is the sharp pain that's in her neck. It's not even to the point of a dull throb, it's a pinch of pain and as the darkness turns to blurred vision and the sight of her own lap comes into focus her head picks up too rapidly her voice cracking the silence as she screams in pain. Her hands are behind the chair, tied not to themselves, but wound around somehow through the bottom of the chair and once more tied to her ankles. It's all connected and it doesn't take her long to figure it out as her foot moves and it pulls her shoulder taut. No more of a scream comes from her though, the back of her throat feels raw and she knows that the first utterance from her has already alerted whoever took her.
It doesn't take long for her eyes to finally focus and feel the pain in her neck start to dull a bit, now that her head isn't hung over her body. The blood she could taste at the corner of her mouth dried and the room she was in seemed like every other empty warehouse back room she'd ever seen before. She hated that about terrorist groups. Always clinging to stereotypes and then getting upset when they were held to them.
From behind her she could hear the approach of footsteps and her entire body tensed. Her eyes shut tight for a moment as she ran through the list of things she was supposed to keep close to the surface so that she could ignore whatever it was they were going to do to her. Each breath she took in though felt too sharp, a pain in her side throbbing with the expansion of her ribs. The way her shoulder shifted pulled on the ropes too tight on her wrists which in turn pulled her ankles back more as well. The feeling of fingers winding through her hair wasn't exactly an unfamiliar feeling, but the tension that came with it, the twisting of strands around fingers until it felt knotted at the back of her head wasn't comfortable at all. It pushed beyond that when the fingers yanked her head back, Rachel wincing in pain and trying not to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from crying out.
She didn't recognize the man looking down at her from above her head. Once more she was forced to believe that he looked just like any other guy that had some horrible agenda. Destroy the world, take it over, find bombs... in this case it was just a virus. One that she'd destroyed when she torched the lab. She wanted to laugh at him, to just start a sickening fit of laughter but she knew that meant her chest would move, and her throat already dry would feel even worse. She was pretty sure it'd get her hit too.
"Before you... made the choice to destroy my facility, you took something from me. Information. You need to tell me where you sent it, and you need to get it back for me."
Rachel swallowed hard against nothing and tried to pull away from his finger as it ran down her cheek. His accent was thick, but his English was perfect. When she struggled he held on tighter, nearly jerking her head with his motion. The files had been on the hard drive they had copied and destroyed in Arezzo. She had transferred the files to Vaughn... Vaughn... he knew she'd been taken. She had been relaying to him right before it all went dark.
Hating herself that she'd forgotten that key piece of information she tried to keep silent but his fingers gripped against the side of her face, the tips of his fingers pressing harder into a bruise on her cheek that she had vaguely been aware of before. The more he pressed the more she fought to keep silent, but when she felt her jaw shift, and her teeth grind from the pressure of his thumb she whimpered through gritted teeth. Her face connected with his palm for a moment before he shoved her away from him. Her body shifting, once more causing the ropes to pull her body into the chair again. Watching him move to face her he crouched down to her once more those dark brown eyes of his, seemingly hollow and devoid of any real emotion staring into hers.
"You took something from me... and I don't like to repeat myself."
The sound of footsteps coming up behind her once more nearly startled her. She'd been so focused on keeping still, on keeping silent, on the eyes bearing down on her that she'd forgotten the perimeter. She watched as the man in front of her motioned to whoever was back behind her, the pinch at her neck was sudden and she knew it'd been an injection of some sort. Before she could even think to ask what it was, what they'd just given her she already felt her vision start to blur and the word muffled in around her.
Then darkness.
