[ trap ] receiver finds sender trapped and unable to escape from them . / reversed .
perhaps in her lack of better judgment does she find her ankle snagged in one of hitchhiker's bone traps . unfortunate for her because much like a shark smelling a single droplet of blood from a quarter mile away , johnny can smell fresh iron , and it isn't long before he's cornering her like a rabid animal .
if only ana had been watching where she was going. if she had been more aware of where she was stepping, she wouldn't be caught in the situation she happened to find herself in now. a loud cry of pain left her mouth the second the trap closed on her ankle, crimson drops already dripping — but it's too late by the time the trap is removed. ana looks up slowly when she notices an all too familiar pair of boots standing in front of her.
An imperial shuttle meets the now barren soil of Castell, the docking bay door releasing with a sharp hissing sound. Soon a figure emerges, moving slowly as she steps from the shuttle. Firey hues only study the planet's environment, not a sound escaping her lips. A stormtrooper takes her side, holding a blaster cannon in his hand as he looks to her, giving a go ahead.
Revik wasn't certain of what called her here...only that something had...and her curiosity had captured her. Tension would be the sole thing that alerted something was ahead the second she stepped out of the shuttle...and with each step she took, the air only grew heavier and heavier.
The stormtrooper by her side began slowing down, his hands resting at his sides, the Empress only watches him from the corner of her eye, not asking if he had been okay. Perhaps she should of called on Zedd to come with her on this trip--but she believed she could handle things on her own.
In the distance, Revik see's a figure in black and at first, she can't tell who it is, so she continues forwards, but soon an all to familiar face comes into view--not one she had personally seen...but one she studied for a long time.
The stormtrooper collapses, causing Revik's head to turn, staring at the male as her black garment blows with the wind. At this moment, she nearly regrets bringing him with her, she didn't think he was going to survive much longer. The orange hues shift back to the figure now as the Empress slowly bows to one knee, her gaze refusing to falter.
"Nihilus..." A word finally leaves her dry mouth, her eyes wide with shock, "--But how...I thought you were dead."
❛ clean yourself up . you're getting blood all over the place . ❜ — [ 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 . ]
something funny about mocking leland . even funnier if leland is tied up and helpless , who knows . johnny's being an ass , and if leland can't clean up the mess he's made , it might get worse ? ( wheel of fortune ) .
LELAND MCKINNEY , , ,
There was a stench of decay in the air one couldn't ignore, gore scattered across the room that'd form an image one couldn't ignore. Splatters of blood painted the withered walls, pools of red stained his clothing as he was dragged down the kill-floor— signs of a massacre, though one would be foolish to think the viscera belonged to just animals. He knew better, has seen with his own eyes where such produce came from, what the remnants of bodies have once been. Didn't have to guess why he was hangin' here no different from a lamb ready for slaughter.
Strange thoughts, questions began to circle his tired mind, something he'd blame on his delirious state once he realized— how many different organs could be harvested from a body before there wouldn't be anything left to take, how many hours it'd take for one to bleed out… he ain't sure, didn't think he'd ponder upon such things up until this point, though he's seen too much to ignore these haunting thoughts. Couldn't help but feel tired from it all, being chased around to fight for his life only for his efforts to have gone to waste just cause he couldn't keep his strength anymore.
The husk of a person stared at him from across the room, maggots eatin' their flesh, eyes a milky while, lacking any sign of who they were before... a sight that should've raised fear within the young McKinney, but he was past that point. He's seen worse, after all, things that haunted him during times of stupor like the screams of those closest to him— Connie, Jules… neither of them deserved to die in the hands of cannibals. Human remains adorned every inch of the basement floor, severed limbs hung from the ceiling along with the bodies of those who were unfortunate to fall for the lies he too has been told… will he be among them, too? Or will he end up like the others—gutted, cut up like some swine & bleed just like one, too?
He could still hear their screams, their lifeless eyes starin' back at him whenever he dared to close his eyes in hopes of some twisted kind of peace. Leland could see them, even now, looming over his defeated form as foul reminders of what he's failed to do. ' I'm so sorry , ' he'd plead between strained breaths while his tormentor circled his bleeding form, begged for the forgiveness of those he's abandoned— though the darkness would give him no comfort, of course. Maybe he could've saved them if he was stronger, if he could break loose from the ropes that kept him bound mid-air— powerless above the basement floor.
Wrists bled from hours of abuse yet he'd still try to loosen his restraints only for that bastard to come around 'n tighten them. He'd have to start all over, and he would, each and every time. Not givin' a damn about the injuries he suffered— he couldn't afford to think about himself, not when there wasn't any time he could spare to lose.
Drenched in his own sweat & gore hung a man who should have been afraid but instead held the rage of a thousand seas in his eyes, fightin' relentlessly against his restraints & the monster who he swore to wipe off the face of earth once given the chance to. Minutes turned into hours yet Leland's facade would only ever falter when his life would hang by a thread, pickin' back up where he left off the moment he was capable— lackin' the energy but not the spirit that was needed to get them the hell out of there. Cuts littered every inch of the young man's body, bruises paintin' his skin in different hues of purple & blue…
Leland sometimes fantasized about what he might dare to do. Get mouthy with his captor, sure, could take the opportunity & kick 'em right where it hurt if his ropes were loose enough for him to recoil— to fight, somethin' he wouldn't quit doing despite the injuries he may suffer. His friends relied on him, he had to get them out of there— Ana, Sonny, they might still be within the hands of these bastards… he could only hope they were still alive, that they'd choose him over them to butcher— he would sure give 'em every reason to, if only to buy them more time… who knows? Maybe one day help would arrive, maybe they'd notice they've gone missing— maybe this wasn't all for nothing. He had to hope.
" Clean yourself up , " such words snapped Leland out of his delirious state, fatigued brown eyes blinkin' to see where the sound came from, as if he wasn't aware of his own surroundings. There was a flash of white in the corner of his eye before his attention would be brought downwards, a wet slap as a damp cloth was tossed right below him— mocking him just like the devil who seemed all too pleased with the power he held over him . " You're getting blood all over the place , " said as if it was his fault rather than the man's who made him bleed in the first place. For a good few seconds Leland did nothing but stare at the discarded piece of clothing, watched the colour of flesh seep into it, staining its purity with the same red that engulfed him.
He ain't sure for how long he drifted between consciousness, though by the time he looked around himself, the other was gone. A sense of dread weighed in the boy's stomach, not knowing where have they gone, when they'd come back, why they'd abandon him like this— a sick joke , told to take care of himself when he couldn't even move his damn hands. Frustration, or panic masked as such, urged him on as the minutes ticked by & yet none of his efforts paid off. Heaved breaths escaped his chest as he tossed his weight around in an attempt to free himself, knowing there was nothing he could do to prevent the upcoming encounter that'd certainly lead to another punishment for not meeting the monster's standards.
'Cause that was the sole reason why he would do this, no ? To torment him, break him, mock him & toy with his mind without any sign of remorse... a cruel fate, sure, though Leland still considered this a better alternative. As long as the bastard was busy with his torture, the others would be left alone... that was good enough for him.
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Rey sits at the river, a good distance away from her ship and her uncertain friends...though she supposes that anyone who helps you get out of a blaster chase with the First Order and hasn’t killed you after a week has to be somewhere in the realm of friend. Finn and the droid have gone off to town, and she’s laying low with the ship, just in case. You never know when it’s a planet you’ve never visited and....well Rey’s not visited hardly any planets and she’d rather err on the side of caution.
She sets her blaster down on the rocks as she begins the slow removal of her shoes. Jakku hadn’t had much in the way of water, and this river is probably more than she’d seen in rations her entire life. Amazing, really, that some things are so available else where. Bathing, too, isn’t as much of a hassle as it used to be. Amazing, really. There are many good things about leaving Jakku, but she thinks that having access to any temperature of water at will is one of the top. Even if they’re being chased by the First Order. Finn had expressed his opinion on her water waste, several times already. But she hardly gives a damn about that.
She sighs, dipping bare feet into the water, relishing how cold it is. Even though they can’t stay for long, she’s inclined to enjoy this small little moment of peace.
