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History 4: Close to You
Sweet Blood
Atlantis: Season 1
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Color Rush
Mystic Pop Up Bar
Rugal
Vincenzo
Young Royals
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Wheels part x, xx, xxx, xxxx
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TW: torture, creepiness. Body horror. Bad Father-daughter relationship, female/minor whump
Inside a stolen car from one of their neighbors, Artemis and Jair sat in their seats, Artemis silent. By now, the adrenaline was wearing off and the burns were nothing more than a painful throb.
The sirens faded away as Jair sped off from their neighborhood, heading to the Reaper's base. With every turn that led them closer, claws dug further into her insides and twisted them around. Her hands were shaking, so she sat on them. But her whole body ended up shaking.
"I'm sorry," Jair mumbled. "I'm sorry."
Sure you are.
"I woke up and you were gone and.."
"You got mad?" Artemis didn't face him, just kept her eyes forward and her face blank. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her father nod. "Mmm." She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "So what're we going to do about a new house? We just- left. What’s going to happen?”
He didn't answer her question. Instead, he said, "So... Really, this is all your fault."
"My fault? How?" That made her look at him, one eyebrow raising slowly. His eyebrows knit together. Artemis narrowed her eyes. "I didn't do anything-”
"You left," he grumbled. He glanced at her sideways. "If you had stayed in your room-”
She blocked out the rest of whatever came out of his mouth. This was normal, she should be used to it at this point. Spinning things and twisting them to blame her. Though, maybe he was right.. Part of her did feel responsible. If she had just done what she was told, none of this would have happened. If she had been more careful and been more aware, she would've never even met Paige.
She just didn't want to believe anything he said.
Artemis huffed and turned to stare out the window. She stared at the blurred shapes instead of her reflection, watching the lights shine brighter and brighter as they approached deeper into the center of the city.
Soon, they reached the Reapers base. They drove up to the wide, tall, white building. The white alone was enough to make Artemis feel sick. The gate opened for them and the car drove through, parking close to the entrance. Artemis hesitated before getting out of the car and shutting the door.
She immediately turned and went through the doors on her own before Jair said anything else. Get it over with. Face it.
A clean, chemical sense welcomed her as she made her way into the building. It made her vision blur and her head feel heavy, as if she wore a necklace made out of cement bricks around her neck.
She knew exactly where to go. Her room. She went through, her eyes passing over the glances other Reaper's gave her. One of the Reapers passing smiled woflishly at her as she made her way down the hall. “Ohhh, you’re back, hm?” He called. “Thought you might have finally kicked the bucket. Would’ve been a shame, considering I’m scheduled to face you soon.”
Artemis ignored him. She heard him snap something to her, but she just opened the door to the stairwell and climbed up the steps as fast as she could.
After a few flights of stairs, she reached the door to her room. She opened it and slipped inside, leaning against the doorway for just a moment.
It was a small room- White walls, white floors like everything else here. But her room didn't even contain a bed, or a window, or even a desk or a dresser. It was just a tattered blanket she had been rewarded after winning a battle in the arena ages ago. Besides that, nothing else. Not even her own weapons were inside.
Artemis turned and sat down against the wall, tilting her head back against the wall as she just tried to take deep breaths. Each exhale was a chore, her lungs aching and her throat tightening. The white walls were enough to make her panic, red splashes flashing across her vision.
"Good morning, Artemis."
She jumped. Vincent had stepped in, the door shutting behind him. His face was calm, and he had a polite smile on his face. For just a moment her dark eyes met his light ones, and gave her the sensation of icicles stabbing her.
"...Morning," Artemis mumbled in response. She watched him carefully. There were no external signs that he was angry with her but she knew he was.
"Do you want to tell me what happened the other night?” He didn’t give a shit she and Jair were caught in a fire. She knew what night he meant.
"No."
"Too bad. Explain, Artemis."
She sighed and looked down at her lap. "I.. I was doing my targets and the last one.. The last one was a trap." She fought to keep her voice steady, digging her nails into her palms. "S..He caught me. He got me."
He didn’t catch it. "Why didn't you just kill him?"
"It was hard to and I wasn't expecting it to be a trap. He took me to some apartment and I got away in the morning."
"Do you know why he tried to catch you?" Vincnet's voice was as cool as his eyes. He was like the ripples in the ocean, right before a giant wave came.
"No, sir.. But his name was Peter Fredrick." She glanced up at him. "That's all I know, I just wanted to get away." Under her hair, she felt her ears heat up and turn a bright red. “And where he lives, of course. That’s all. That’s all I had on my list-”
"Are you sure?" Vincent narrowed his eyes. “I gave you five targets that night, and five have been cleared. If this man was a target, he should have been killed. Before you left, I told you, you had five targets. If there was a sixth, you should have known.” His lip curled slightly but other than that his face remained a blank mask. “And even if it was a trap, he should have been killed, and you would have killed him. So, tell me, Aremis- Are you lying?”
Artemis stared at him for a second more. She shook her head. “No.”
He stepped forward, and her heart sank with just that step. He went toward her and knelt down, moving the hair away from ears. He scoffed irritably.
Shit.
No matter what, everytime she lied, her ears would turn red. It happened for as long as she could remember and each time she thought that he would just believe her one day, and wouldn’t question her. Apparently, this was not one of those days and God decided to be her worst fucking enemy.
"You're lying," he said calmly. His eyes narrowed and he stood back up, and Artemis stared down at his shoes. "So let's see... Lying," He counted on his fingers. "Stupidly getting caught, and missing curfew." He whistled slowly, shaking his head. "That's a lot, isn’t it?”
Artemis glanced up at him, catching the vein popping in his neck. He still looked calm as ever, though.
Before she even saw it, his boot slammed into her ribs, earning a yelp of pain. She doubled forward slightly and coughed, one hand moving to where he had striked. She closed her eyes for a moment, before his boot moved back and slammed forward again.
Again, same spot. But this time there was a crunching noise. She lifted her head, looking up at him. His face was dark and his eyes colder, looking down at her like she was nothing more than the dirt he walked on. His voice, however, did not match his face. It was still polite, oddly. But his voice grew sharper. "So, you better tell me the truth, or it's gonna be a hell of a lot worse.."
Artemis gasped and curled her body away. "You'll kill them-”
"Are they a friend or something? Why do you care?"
Because she was nice. She didn't respond, just merely shrugged her shoulders before wrapping her arms around her ribs to try and protect them from any more blows.
Another kick, but this one hitting her nose. Her head snapped back and she yelped, her eyes watering, feeling warm liquid dribble from her nose and down her chin, then the taste of metal in her mouth.
"Who are they, really?" He asked again, his tone more sharp. Losing patience, she thought.
"I don't know," she said. Part of that was true, at least.
"I want a NAME." He snarled, glaring at her, before kneeling down and seizing a fistful of her hair, yanking her head up painfully. She clenched her jaw, biting back any noise of pain, staring at him through a wavy wall of tears. “I know you know. I taught you better than this. So why? Why won't you tell me? You're defending a person you don't even know.”
She didn't answer. She herself didn't have one. With her silence, he suddenly slammed her head into the wall behind her and she yelped, shutting her eyes as pain shot from the back of her head. He let go of her hair harshly and moved his hand to some burnt skin he could see, poking out from the torn and burnt shirt she had. His hands were cold but the skin still prickled.
"Artemis, you're pissing me off," he sang sweetly. He changed so quickly, she could never keep up. She never knew what to expect, she could only expect some type of hurt. “You’re never like this. What’s so important about this, huh?”
Still, she said no words. She didn't want Paige caught. In fact, she hoped one day- Her team would work to overpower the Reapers. It seemed stupid, but she hoped for it nonetheless. It was a stupid hope, yet here she was- clinging to it. Any type of goodness she held onto like a lifeline.
Fingers dug into her red flesh, and she bit down on her tongue and tried to move away from the hand, but he grabbed her by the hair with his other hand, keeping her there. "I want an answer," he growled slowly, digging his nails in further with each word. "Now."
She bit down further and squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to cry out. She kept telling herself to stay quiet, to not tell him.
"You really want to play this game? Fine."
....
"Paige Neoma-”
Artemis gasped as Vincent let go of her throat and she fell to the floor, shaking.
Three hours. She had endured it for.. God, she didn’t even know. She coughed, tenderly touching her newly bruised throat. Her burns bled now. Vincent had made sure to cut into those.
He sighed and nudged her head up with his boot. "Now, was that so hard?"
She didn't respond, just closed her eyes. He knelt down by her, and sighed. Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into an embrace. Her eyes watered behind her lids, and she remained tense.
"No, it wasn't," Vincent answered his own question. He brushed away sweaty hair from her face, pulling on it briefly when she flinched from his hand.
"Sorry," Artemis muttered to him, but in the next second he was gentle again. So tired. So fucking tired.
"Why do you make me do this?" He sighed. "Usually you're so cooperative, just have some habits to break.."
She opened her eyes a tad, just mumbling sorry again. She wanted to be left alone, to be..Home.
"Ah, well.. We still aren't done yet."
He picked up his bloody knife again, and Artemis stared at it. "But- I told you-"
"Yes. But you still lied, still defied me. You haven't paid for those yet. I just wanted a name out of you." He wiped the blood off, on her cheek, making sure to slice her face as he did so still. Her stomach dropped, and her eyes watered. She tried to move away, but he held onto her tighter, fingers digging into a wound. She cringed, but didn't stop trying to get away.
He pressed a button on the handle of the knife, and it started to heat up. She struggled still, but Vincent didn't loosen his hold. Soon, the blade was glowing red hot. She could only think back to her house, the burning of it and the trashed cigarettes. She continued to struggle, even as he began to carve into her back, carving the letter L. "It's your fault," he muttered to her, voice sweet still. "You did this to yourself, quit struggling.."
She cried out then, no longer able to lock back the sounds of pain, the scent of burning flesh filling her nose.
It was night when Vincent was done., More people had come in, carved more words into her skin and laughed at her while Vincent kept her from moving away. She felt the burning sting of the letters still. The one she hated the most was the word 'Champion' carved into her back. She hated the name, hated when they called her that. And here it was, all of those words marked into her flesh.
The door opened and Vincent stepped in, tossing her a first-aid kit, as well as a rag so she could wipe off her own blood from the walls and floor. Artemis sat up and stared at it, frowning. Before he could leave, she asked, hoarsely, "When are my dad and I getting a new house..?" She wanted to know when she could leave here. How long she would have to wait.
Vincent looked back at her, and he beamed wickedly. "This here is your new house."
She felt as if she had been stabbed again. No, this was worse. "What?"
"Your father and I agreed for you to simply live here. This will be your room, all the time. This is your home. How great is that?”
Anger. She felt anger boiling inside her."Home? This isn't-"
"Oh, but it is. Am I going to have to drill that into your skull, Artemis?" His eyebrow arched and he smiled wider. "So- Where's your home?"
She hesitated. But quickly answered when she saw his hand go for the knife on his belt. "H-Here. It's here.." Her mouth tasted sour with those words.
"Good." He turned again, and then slipped out of her room, and she was left there. She wanted to run, so bad- And now Paige would be in trouble, and it was her fault. Her fault for giving in, as she always had done.
hello. hello. more monster whump please. yes the type where the whumpee is a monster and the whumper is either a momster hunter or a bigger scarier monster or perhaps just a standard human whumper who doesn't need to physically overpower their victims. yes, more of that please!!!
