End of an Era (AU) || Winbates
“Wake up, punk.”
The sudden splash of ice cold water at his face was enough to jerk the unconscious blond awake, gasping and heaving for breath. As Finn’s senses started working again, he noticed that he had absolutely no idea where he was...and that he was effectively tied to a chair in some dimly lit room with no windows, and three gruff looking dudes. His sense of feeling flooded back to each of his nerve endings with varying levels of aches and pain in places he didn’t even know could hurt. He could tell that he had one serious black eye, a split lip, dried blood underneath his nose, possibly cracked ribs, more bruising along his abdomen, and it was safe to say he probably had some kind of concussion judging by the headache.
This was definitely not a good scenario to be in….so how the hell did he get himself in here?
Closing his eyes, he mentally retraced his steps. He remembered walking home after work in the evening. And then...then he had gotten distracted. He saw a group of Metas blatantly using their powers to terrorize some random guy. It was a safe assumption from the conversation about needing their money (“or else”), that these Metas were part of the Nephilim. Instead of just passing by or deciding to call the cops, Finn took action himself without a second thought. Why did he do that? He had not a fucking clue, but he vaguely remembered kicking ass with whatever ninja assassin spirit had possessed him at the time. Briefly, the teleporter wondered if he was some kind of sleeper agent…
Anyway, he then recalled one of the Nephilim having a gun, and stealing it off of the guy to keep himself from getting shot. Finn had used it in self defense when one of the criminals came flying at him with lethally sharp claws extended and ready to kill him if he hadn’t pulled the trigger. He remembered doing it so easily, and barely feeling anything, and that was enough to stun him for the other Nephilim to hit him hard from behind. The last thing he heard before everything went black were the words, “Take him. He lost our debt, now he’ll pay for it.”
“Fuck…” Finn groaned out, blinking his eyes open and letting his vision properly adjust to the lighting of the room. How long had he been out? Wait a second. He could fucking teleport. His expression brightened, and he sat up as best as he could with his hands tied behind the chair, ready to just disappear when the dark-haired man seemed to have read his mind.
“I wouldn’t if I were you,” he warned, proudly holding up some kind of small control box with a button. “I’ve dealt with all kinds of teleporters like you. Figured out electricity keeps you fuckers grounded. That chair you’re sitting on has been rigged with all kinds of wires and shit. All I really know is that if I think you’re about to vanish on us, I press this little button here and fry your ass. I’d really suggest you don’t test it.”
Finn didn’t need to question it. Now that he was fully awake, he could hear the soft humming of electricity and he cursed silently. He opened his mouth to make some kind of witty retort that he’d probably regret later when his phone rang from across the room.
“Give me the phone,” the dark-haired guy ordered the one who was holding Finn’s phone. “Let’s see who’s looking for you––Oh that’s cute. “Hubby,” huh?” The man snickered before finally answering it and waiting for the voice on the other line to finish speaking before he replied.
“Sorry, he can’t come to the phone right now. He’s a little...tied up.”
@dcfective
