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Sneering as he agreed, the blade was withdrawn from his chin, not actually expecting to go with him willingly; They never did.
Taking the creature by the arm, the magic faded and sent the two back to the original being, discarding the small boy into the temple. “I do hope you’ll be comfortable, There’s a friend for you next door ~” He taunted before slamming the wooden door shut, the sounds of bolts locking afterward could be heard.
Reeeeeealy wishes he had his magicians right about now...
Rescue
With night having fallen upon the snow covered city, it sent the world into a eerie darkness, the sounds of the city were dim, white noise to someone who lived there. The cold wind ruffled platinum hair but it carried away nothing from him, everything inside him felt still and as cold as the night around him. This was the place, he'd been honing in on it and with the help of Mordecai, he had finally pinned it down, now it was just a matter of dealing with the alpha inside. He had no doubts about being able to defeat Silas, but it had to be more brutal than before. He had to punish, to strike fear and put a statement of what would happen if someone decided to harm Spencer. He stared up at the building before him, a looming ghost in the night.
He moved forward, sliding through the doors that appeared to have once been chained and bolted shut, but evidence that it had been broken into was evident. He easily melted into the darkness of the station, he moved with methodical slowness, losing his boots in the process. He could move easier on bare feet and they made no sound over the old floor. He could navigate the darkness with ease, he'd been denied his eyesight time and time again, making his other senses rise to the occassion of awareness of the world around him. All too soon, he bitched a majority of his clothes, they seemed to rustle faintly far too much for what needed to be done here, leaving him in his boxer briefs in the cold air of the abandoned station.
It wasn't too long before he picked up the scent, heavy in rut, not a good sign, especially with it being stale. He had already shut down most of his processes, locking him into an iota state until he deemed himself ready to let himself be found. For now, he followed the trail, hearing the slight squeak of hinges as a door was being shut. Up ahead there was a dim light, standing like a beacon in the darkness, too dim to be seen from outside but enough to give away the form of none other than the man he hunted. When Silas turned away, Fiver reached out, a pale hand escaping the inky blackness of the building, shadows clinging desperately to the fingers, reluctant to part with the being inside it. Skin deactivated along the tips of Fiver's fingers right before they brushed like a cold, ghostly touch on the nape of Silas' neck.
Such a brief touch was all Fiver needed to get into Silas' systems, embedding himself like a virus that slipped under the radar. Just like that though, Fiver pulled away, retreating back into his hiding. Now that he had infected Silas, it was time to toy with his prey a little. To start things off, the door that Silas had closed seemed to vanish, leaving Silas in a lone spotlight in a sea of the abyss. The walls no longer seemed to be there, leaving Silas to brave stepping out of the circle of light or to stay there.
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If Atem ever gets out of this... he’ll be wrapped up in his weighted blanket for days.
And no... he won’t get out.
"Oh, can you really fight me?! The way I see things.. you are on your knees and bleeding. You don't stand a chance ~"
He didn't need to fight him. Just... keep him away. Just hold his ground... until the others come.
"I'm bleeding... but I'm not dead. I can still fight, and WILL fight if you come any closer! I won't let you hurt me anymore!"
Rafael was able to think clearly when he was riding his motor cycle as he focused on sending another message through to Atem.
We’re almost there, I love you. We will save you, just keep holding on for a bit longer, Atem.
Atem closed his eyes as he could feel tears starting to form. But he refused to let them fall. Not in front of Dartz. He didn't deserve to see them.
I... I can hear Him. He's in my head... Don't worry... I can fight him.
"They aren't the only ones who can get into your head you know.." His voice cooed and that familiar laugh echoed throughout. "I don't need to harm you physically, breaking you in here is enough~ You'll be nothing but a shell."
A gasp.
Not that voice. Anything but that voice!
Atem curled up in a ball, his injured back against the wall, as he cupped his ears un a feeble attempt to block out the noise.
You can't break me. My friends are coming. Aibou... Rafael... they will stop you... and get me away from you.
You can't hurt me, I won't let you!!!
A loyal and faithful friend (at least they hoped so), the shy Anon wordlessly brushed their consciousness against Atem's on occasion, letting him know he's not alone. They wouldn't say anything else to him, not unless Atem initiated conversation first, still unsure if he realized this one is on his side and wouldn't hurt him further.
Atem just leaned against the wall, trying to ease the pain, but also keeping himself quiet so as not to alert his captor.
His mind was slightly at ease, even though he hated the thought of not being able to fight back. Aibou was coming. Rafael was coming. He's not alone. He'll be away from that... monster soon.
They can't kill him, he himself proved that twice. Though that's not his plan. He just wants to escape. Cripple him enough to get the hell out of here.
Just wait, Atem. Don't give in. Just... fight it out.
