rise and fall || cook * blake * tara
Blake eventually forced her eyes back to Tara watching as the steam the wolfsbane had caused to her cut lift from her cheek. Seeing her friend in pain made her stomach turn and she hated that she couldn’t do a single thing about it. He had all the power, which made her angry. All she knew that she had to do was pull his attention back, whether she’d prefer not to feel more pain she had no choice. The wolfsbane had already entered their systems, if he focused on only one of them, it could kill them but if he went back and forth they might still have a chance to survive. That’s if Cook could get out of the restraints. “You didn’t answer him.” Blake said groggily. “Why do you need our venom? The cure for a wolf bite is in this town and our leader is more than close to him so why even bother?” She spat, weakly but she still tried to have an undertone of attitude. The man turned his head to look at Blake, setting the needles down beside him only to reach into his pocket once again and pull out the herb itself. “The venom is just for precaution.” He turned his head to look back at Tara with a smug smile, bringing the wolfsbane up to her cheek and running it along the cut, applying pressure as the seconds went by. Her screams made Blake lunge forward, only to feel the pain of the ropes practically making her want to pass out. “Stop! Stop! Look! I can give you it easily!” She tried yelling, which made the man pull the herb away from Tara’s cheek so he could look over at Blake. Her eyes glowed, while her mouth slightly opened so her fangs could show. Grabbing the needles he had placed down he made his way over to Blake, reaching his hand out to grab her by the face, moving her head around with force. With his hand so close and her fangs out she lunged forward again, through the pain, trying to bite him only for him to pull back. The burning pain was hitting her so much her fangs disappeared and her eyes went back to their normal state. “You think you’re smart?” He asked mockingly then felt her cheek sting from his hand slapping her and then it burned when she realized the herb was still in his hand, which he moved around to her mouth and started shoving it down her throat, making her choke on it, feel the intense burning, and cough up spurts of blood.
Slouching her shoulders in defeat, she gritted her teeth through the pain, choking on her own breath as she tried not to look as weak as she felt. Though, she knew she wasn’t doing a very good job, but who could blame her given the circumstances. Just as she was about to comment on what kind of precaution he thought he needed to take, instead of words tumbling out, a scream fell instead. The herb burned at the best of times, so having it against an open wound was literal hell. The more he pressed down, the more her wrists pressed against the ropes which only added to the pain as she screamed her way through it. Tara sobbed the second he moved towards Blake, getting no kind of relief from him leaving her alone as she knew he was only going to hurt Blake again. Her eyes looked over to Cook who looked all kinds of furious and hurt. She wanted to say it was ok, but clearly, it wasn’t. Her head snapped towards Blake at the sound of the males slap and she gasped in horror when he shoved the herb down her throat. “Oh my god - stop it.. Stop! Please, please stop!” The panic was clear in her voice as she watched her cough up blood. “I’ll do it.. I’ll give you what you want just stop hurting her, please! You don’t need to hurt her.” Tara tried to yell, but it was more like a pathetic plea.
Cook scrunched his face up, trying to tune out to the sound of the girls screaming. Not only was it making him angry, it was making him cringe. He hated this. He hated not being able to do anything. His hands continued to struggle against their binds and when his eyes caught Tara’s, he slouched, shaking his head in a silent apology. He wouldn’t give up, but what good could he possibly do if he broke free? Knowing he would only get one shot at it, he couldn’t fuck it up. “She’s right, ya fuckin’ twat. Just take what you need and get gone.” Cook shouted, watching him as he looked between the three of them. “That would be too easy, don’t you think, Cookie?” he cackled, sauntering over to Tara. “Now, you’re not going to get snappy like you’re friend over there are you?” His tone was a clear warning and Cook watched as Tara shook her head. “Fuck, B....” he called, trying to get her focus. He gave her a nod, silently telling her to hold on. Cook looked back towards the male, but he couldn’t see Tara for him being in the way, he could only her her wince. Cook was still fiddling with his restraints when he managed to tug at them, making just enough gap to get one hand free. He looked towards Blake whilst the man was still focusing on Tara and lifted his hand, giving her a wave and a smirk that would hopefully inspire some hope. Okay, now he had a half plan, he just needed to be able to get to the girls and free them, that was one half - the other half of the plan was the how... How was he going to do that?












