hi . don't think about mick and prophet getting kidnapped on a mission and prophet being tortured to speak in front of mick. while he can't do anything about it. definitely don't think abt that . love U btw
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Prophet isn't speaking. His voice is gone from the screaming he's done. Mick wishes he could fix it when instead of making noise, Prophet flinches away from his hands.
They drag him back to the cell the agents are trapped in. Not because he cuffed, but because he's half-conscious and bleeding from just about everywhere. They dump him on the filthy ground and walk away laughing.
The second they're gone, Mick's off his ass and darting up to Prophet's side. "Prophet?" he whispers. "Hey, stay with me, Prophet."
Prophet stirs, breath rasping from his throat in a barely-there wheeze. His lips move but no sound comes. There's a soft click somewhere in Prophet's throat that Mick deduces must be the other agent's attempt at Mick's name.
"Hey," Mick hushes, carefully picking him up and carrying him closer to the wall and threadbare blanket Mick's been shredding into bandages. "Shh, it's okay. I'm right here, darling."
Prophet stirs a little further. Mick doesn't have to be a doctor to diagnose a concussion, but they really should get Prophet to a doctor soon.
The door creaks open, and Mick jumps to his feet. Whipping around, Mick finds a tall and lean man standing in the doorway to their cell.
"It doesn't have to go this way," the man says. He's black, between thirty and fourty years old. From his accent, he was raised by Irish parents. "All you have to do is tell us what we want to know."
Right, the information. The thing is, Mick doesn't have it. "I won't tell you. I can't," is what Mick tells him.
The man smirks, cruel and evil. "Then this next part will be fun for me." He turns and shouts. "Boys! Bring the chains."
Mick lunges, but the man is faster and Mick is weak from hunger and sleep-deprivation. In seconds, Mick's flat on his ass, pinned between the floor and the man's boat as three more people stomp into the cell, and Prophet's being dragged off to the far corner of the cell.
"Leave him alone! He doesn't know anything!" Mick shouts.
The man chuckles, but says nothing.
"Please, hurt me! Leave him alone! I'm his superior, he doesn't know anything!" Mick pleads.
The man laughs again. "Oh, but we are hurting you," he draws.
And it's then Mick realizes that this was their plan all along.
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