No Judge, No Jury, Only Executioners || Cassius, Fenrir and Orion
March 9th 1979 Aversio Stronghold @mvlciber, @orionblvck
It wasn’t as filthy as the tunnels they had held their prisoners in, it wasn’t as well kept and well lit as the Order’s safe hold, it was for more reasons than one, worse than either of them. The Order had intended to use them as bargaining chips, but Aversio had no need for bargains. He was sat in the corner of the room, chains holding him down but if that hadn’t been persuasion enough, the torture he had endured and the blood that had been ripped from his body with every curse, weakening him, kept him where he sat. There was something poking out of the wall, into the base of his back, but he had stopped paying attention to it in order to look around the room at the other two prisoners who had been unfortunate enough to get captured.
Cassius Mulciber, stewing as he leaned against the wall opposite Fenrir, an expression of intense irritation plastered over his face. Orion Black sat, eyes closed though Fenrir knew he was not asleep, he was mostly likely thinking deeply and trying to block out the current situation. He couldn’t blame him even a little bit for that and he hoped the man was working on a plan of escape, since Fenrir had tried and come up with nothing - only causing his frustrations to grow. He was used to the forest, the open air and the wide, dark sky stretching above him ans beyond his field of view and the room they had been piled into was cramped and claustrophobic. How had they allowed themselves to be captured and then recaptured, without successfully escaping?
Aversio were going to kill them. They had made that perfectly clear. When and how they were going to kill them was still to be determined, but under the masks they wore, he had seen a hint of a smile, a telling sign that they would feel no remorse after the deed was done. He could not allow it to happen, he had his pack and his daughter to think about and he would not allow himself to be killed… he already felt embarrassed enough already over being so easily captured. His thoughts had turned darker by the day, moving away from thoughts of his daughter, his family and his lover to images of ripping those outside the door into tiny, bite sized pieces as they screamed. The longer he stayed confined, staring at four walls and two rather sour gentlemen, the angrier he became.
Suddenly, he slammed his fist against the wall, making a mark but he was weaker than usual, unable to make his usual impact. “You men got any fucking idea how we get out of this, because I am more than done with this whole f u c k i n g situation?”
