#v; captured

[shctsfired]

@demcnsinmymind sent: "she's delightful, in a very 'look at me twice and i'll dismember you' kind of way."

Her pen is scribbling furiously against the paper of her journal, nearly moving faster than her own thoughts in fear she may forget something if she doesn’t manage to get it down right at that moment. According to her journal, she had been here for almost two weeks, but in all honesty, it felt like years. It would be one thing if they had just kept her here, but they had taken everything from her and started treating her like a prisoner instead of a health risk. But even prisoners got an hour of free time of day. So she bitched and moaned until they finally gave in. This week was the trial run of Lance and Harper getting time out of the cell, separately of course, and under strict surveillance. Though they had been under surveillance the entire time so that didn’t bother her too much.

Her pen came to a quick stop when she noticed a shadow on the page and she couldn’t help but groan in annoyance. “Dude, can you back the fuck off?! My thoughts are the only thing you fuckers haven’t taken.” She quickly raised her journal to her chest, covering the pages as she glared at the guard. Her scowl didn’t seem to fade until he backed against the cell still holding Lance. “Ain’t she a ray of sunshine?” The guard scoffed sarcastically at Lance and assumed he would agree, but he answered differently. She wasn’t aware if he knew she was in earshot, but Lance’s compliment did cause her to chuckle before diving back into her journal once more.

[determined-to-hug]

Take that sick fuck down.

I couldn't get away with Krispy.

Make him regret it.

[allflash-nobang-moved-blog]

@temas-a-la-muerte continued from here X

McCree looked at the class case, this was too excessive for his taste. There could have been something different. But they went through any precaution necessary, as they said. They were afraid of him and rightfully so, but McCree couldn’t get past who he was.

He was silent for a moment before speaking up, “Doctor? You used to call me gunslinger, why you downgradin’ me?”

[treadsdangerously-blog]

@stillthirstfordwarfblood

This was grim.

Thranga had made it a usual thing to run and hide all her life; it was part of the life she lead once before. She did not expect to be running from the greatest enemy in Middle Earth for the past...was it fourteen maybe fifthteen years now. Honestly, she was so busy with her day to day life to stay hidden from someone who had forces just about every where.

Why did those loyal to the Dark Lord decide to capture her all that time ago anyways? There were a few reasons that Thranga discovered during her first attempts of escaping years prior. One was that one of her personal list of enemies was actually a puppet put into play by that Sauron for some time. When she killed the noble she had stopped a plot that, if it had gone unhindered, would’ve slaughtered many innocents.

Another reason was they were going to use her as a bargaining tool with Bolg. They would force him back into the Dark Lord’s service along with the clan of Gundabad for not only Thranga, but his unborn child at the time. That’s why she her last escape nearly killed her as she had to exhaust all options to not only protect her child, but Bolg as well.

Alone, she had raised her daughter while they constantly stayed in hiding of the enemy. Thranga suffered many sleepless nights just to make sure Shel was safe at all costs. Even though they had kept it up for years this way, eventually they were found and the rogue had to make a risky move. The end result was her daughter was able to sneak away while she was recaptured.

This time, the Orcs who caught her were more ruthless. These past weeks had been the worst torture Thranga had ever experienced in all her life. Every day, the pain and length of it all increased as she refused to speak about where the ‘Orc child’ was. Each day they asked her, she smirked in victory. If they had to ask her every time, it meant Shel was far from their clutches.

However, her captors were getting impatient and more brutal these past few days. They didn’t even ask questions, but simply brutalized her until she was limp and barely breathing.

Today was the worst however. After this session,Thranga was bloodied and broken beyond anything she’d been through before. She hung there limply, in the chains that held up her arms, her feet barely brushing the cold ground. Her breath was faint as every thing was dark, it was a surprised she was still alive...but she could feel she could expire at any moment.

Before she lost complete consciousness, she thought of her daughter Shel. If her child had made it to Bolg...

[shctsfired]

@clickedbait sent “ so are we gonna talk about it or are we gonna pretend nothing’s wrong here? ”

She had been trying to ignore the survivors arguing amongst themselves on the other side of the humvee when one of them finally addressed her. She was seething under the surface and trying her best to think of anything to get her out of this situation. Unlike the others, she had avoided CEDA checkpoints and pickups; she had already seen what they did to survivors during the first few weeks. But someone had mentioned seeing another survivor in passing and they decided to track her down before returning to base. She pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance before narrowing her glare at the male in the white suit. "What the fuck do you want me to say? That we're fucked? It's pretty fucking clear." She shifted her gaze towards the others, arms crossing as she leaned against the metal seat. "Your group or theirs fucked me. I wasn't even trying to find CEDA and one of you assholes ratted me out!" She didn't mean to yell but she was at a boiling point with the group of strangers. Most survivors had read the warnings on the safe room walls but she figured these people had either ignored it or hoped it wasn't true. "I don't know why any of you would actually trust them. Haven't you seen the messages left behind in the safe houses?"

"They're not looking for a cure anymore. They've shifted to containment."

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