I’d Know That Face Anywhere || FTF Seblaine
[After spending a little over a week in some dirty, abandoned house with a gross sock stuffed in his mouth and being pried for information, Blaine had decided he’d had enough. He had enough of waiting, he’d had enough of promises, and he certainly wasn’t going to stay here and continue playing Mary Jane, waiting for the Flash to come and save him. The gorilla was chained up out back, nobody dared come into this part of town anyways, and even if people had reported it, no one would’ve believed it. The Shape Shifter, who had spent the week reinforcing to Blaine that his name was “Alan”, spent some time healing Blaine’s previous injuries from his fight with the meta human, and then breaking them all over again. It was his form of “making him talk”, but the meta human had yet to get a word out of Blaine. Not that he knew anything. No he didn’t know the Flash. No he didn’t know where he lived. No he didn’t know anything about him on a personal level. And yet...when Alan had taken Blaine’s phone and began to text, that stupid grin on Alan’s face...and the pieces were all beginning to fall together. He’d had them all before, but now he knew. He just knew. And he also knew if that was the case, the Flash would stop at nothing to find him. The phone was returned to his pocket eventually, and Alan had shifted his arm into the form of a sledgehammer. Blaine was sore, but his broken leg had been mended since his last beating, and he was bound to the chair by a pair of handcuffs around his wrists. Alan approached, that stupid, smug grin plastered across his arrogant face. Krav Maga...he needed to remember his Krav Maga training]
[As soon as Alan was close enough, Blaine had managed to work one of his ankle restraints free and he kicked with all his might, catching Alan between the legs and forcing the man to double over in agony. Blaine kicked out again and freed his other leg, using the chair to his advantage and throwing the cheap wood into Alan’s body, knocking him to the ground again. With the chair in several broken pieces, he managed to navigate handcuffed hands in front of him and kicked at Alan’s face once again, hearing the satisfying crunch as his nose broke, but almost immediately mended again, but not without leaving splatters of blood all over the dusty hardwood floor. Blaine didn’t waste another second, making a mad dash for the door. A hand caught his ankle and he fell to the floor with an incredible crash, dragging streaks of Alan’s splattered blood across the floor and walls as the shape shifter pulled him back toward him. The sledgehammer hand came back into view and Blaine narrowly avoided rolling out of its way as it came own, smashing into the hardwood floor. Blaine gripped two pieces of the broken chair and jammed a pointed end into Alan’s foot. Blood splurted from the wound and Alan released Blaine with a scream. The gorilla outside was roaring, pounding it’s chest and trying to free itself from it’s neck restraint. Blaine heard the sledgehammer come down just shy of his back and into the floor again, but he was already out the door before Alan could catch him.]
[....Safe. Safe. Where is safe? He thought to himself as he ran, struggling to free himself from the handcuffs bound around his wrists. He needed a car, and he needed to get somewhere safe. He knew he wasn’t allowed at the lab...but hopefully Sebastian would be there. And if he wasn’t, well then...Blaine would have his answer]
