Snatched (Sept 8)
Jul 11, 2018 2:47:45 GMT -6
Post by Snick on Jul 11, 2018 2:47:45 GMT -6
Siobhan had been in Pratt's arms, hearing him quietly sing in her ear, feeling his warmth against her, then the warmth was gone, and she was ripped from his arms. Siobhan tried to scream, but a hand went over her mouth. She reached for her wand, but it was in the pocket of her robe. She was picked up like she was nothing more than a doll, despite her kicking, punching, and biting, and carried out of the room. Some kind of hood was put over her head, so even though she assumed the darkness cleared, she had no idea who her beefy abductor was. He bound her wrists behind her back, then with the sensation of a hook pulling her from her navel, port-keyed her off the island.
Siobhan cried, but not the tears of a hurt little girl, they were the tears of an Irish woman's fury.
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"Keep working those bellows. We can't allow any light into the room." Spoke Siobhan's captor. A man, obviously, but with a soft voice that might, in higher registers, sound feminine. A chubby forefinger and thumb secured a grip on her chin underneath the hood, forcing her head up. "You're going to calm down now, Siobhan. You're going to start answering questions for us."
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Siobhan hated him. He hated him ruining the dance, making people afraid, making her lovely dance in Pratt's arms over . . . Pratt . . . he had to be terrified and worried and so many people had to be afraid for her. She wasn't telling this oaf anything. She thought of Pratt's breakdown and his potion problem she was helping him overcome. Be strong Pratt. I'm all right. I'm right here. I'm okay.
Lorccan . . . does he even know she's gone? Where is he?
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"Not talking?" Asked her captor. "Maybe you're thinking there's nothing we can do to you to make you talk. And maybe you're right. Do it."
A door opened and closed, and then the sounds of muffled screaming could be heard. "I'm assuming you're familiar with the Cruciatus curse." said the man, releasing her chin. "We had to put a ball gag in your brother's mouth after we kidnapped him. He really is quite a rude and insulting young man. Unless you want to start talking, the Cruciatus curse isn't the worst thing that's going to happen to him. I don't suppose you've ever watched the movie 'Pulp Fiction' have you? Or 'Deliverance?'"
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I don't believe they have you, Lorccan. But if they do, I know what you'd want me to do, fight like an O'Brien. I hope I'm making the right choice. Siobhan bit her lip, tasting blood, but saying nothing. She didn't know what she knew that they wanted her to talk about, but she wasn't doing anything this ham-handed imbecile asked her to.
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"On the first day you and the other Lighthouse recruits were chosen, the Lighthouse gave you a warning." The voice said. Who could have told him? Who could have let him know that the lighthouse warned them of danger. "What was the warning, and who did the Lighthouse choose as its voice to tell others of the warning. Tell me." The door opened and closed again, and then the big man placed something in Siobhan's bound hands, tied as they were behind her back. "One of your brother's ears." he said, the gristly piece of flesh in her hand feeling warm and wet.
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Siobhan felt the warm drippy piece of flesh behind her back, horrified. No, it was not Lorccan's ear. It couldn't be. She couldn't let herself believe it. But it might be someone's ear. Or it might just be transfigured from something else. She dropped it, her stomach churning up bile and shuddering, and she squeezed her eyes tightly together to press back tears. O'Brien toughness. We survived the potato famine, we survived worse than this. I'm a fighter. Please be all right, Lorccan.
She said nothing.
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"If you're thinking that the we're lying to you, that we don't have Lorccan, then maybe this is just some muggle kid we dragged in here, and are torturing for your benefit. Maybe the next thing I put in your hand will be his balls. Now, you're going to start telling me what I want to know, Siobhan."
A second voice spoke up behind him. "Just give her the Veritaserum." It was a weary-sounding woman's voice, resigned and testy. "Then she'll tell us everything we want to know and a few things we don't."
"Alright. Help me, then." said the first voice, and two hands took hold of her head, restraining her, while a third one lifted up her hood a little. Not enough to give her a good look at either person, but enough that she could see soft, well-manicured hands. The Woman took hold of her nose, squeezing it shut, potion bottle poised, and when Siobhan was forced to take a breath, the bottle was tipped, spilling its contents into her mouth.
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Siobhan had no choice. As she gasped for breath, she swallowed, one, two, three, four big gulps. "Damn it, you lazy fool! One swallow is good for an hour. You fed her most of the bottle . . . that's more teenaged secrets than we need to know." He laughed mockingly. He lowered his voiced. "Five minutes should do it to take effect."
The two of them stepped out and closed the door, leaving Siobhan shivering in frustration and defeat. But at the moment she gave up, a bright light filled the room, penetrating even the hood. She smiled, knowing this light.
The lighthouse caught her up, lifted her out of the room, through the walls, and back to the lighthouse, depositing her in the tower of the lighthouse and into someone's arms...feeling a moment of panic until she realized whose arms she was in... Pratt's. She relaxed. She was where she belonged.
Siobhan cried, but not the tears of a hurt little girl, they were the tears of an Irish woman's fury.
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"Keep working those bellows. We can't allow any light into the room." Spoke Siobhan's captor. A man, obviously, but with a soft voice that might, in higher registers, sound feminine. A chubby forefinger and thumb secured a grip on her chin underneath the hood, forcing her head up. "You're going to calm down now, Siobhan. You're going to start answering questions for us."
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Siobhan hated him. He hated him ruining the dance, making people afraid, making her lovely dance in Pratt's arms over . . . Pratt . . . he had to be terrified and worried and so many people had to be afraid for her. She wasn't telling this oaf anything. She thought of Pratt's breakdown and his potion problem she was helping him overcome. Be strong Pratt. I'm all right. I'm right here. I'm okay.
Lorccan . . . does he even know she's gone? Where is he?
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"Not talking?" Asked her captor. "Maybe you're thinking there's nothing we can do to you to make you talk. And maybe you're right. Do it."
A door opened and closed, and then the sounds of muffled screaming could be heard. "I'm assuming you're familiar with the Cruciatus curse." said the man, releasing her chin. "We had to put a ball gag in your brother's mouth after we kidnapped him. He really is quite a rude and insulting young man. Unless you want to start talking, the Cruciatus curse isn't the worst thing that's going to happen to him. I don't suppose you've ever watched the movie 'Pulp Fiction' have you? Or 'Deliverance?'"
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I don't believe they have you, Lorccan. But if they do, I know what you'd want me to do, fight like an O'Brien. I hope I'm making the right choice. Siobhan bit her lip, tasting blood, but saying nothing. She didn't know what she knew that they wanted her to talk about, but she wasn't doing anything this ham-handed imbecile asked her to.
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"On the first day you and the other Lighthouse recruits were chosen, the Lighthouse gave you a warning." The voice said. Who could have told him? Who could have let him know that the lighthouse warned them of danger. "What was the warning, and who did the Lighthouse choose as its voice to tell others of the warning. Tell me." The door opened and closed again, and then the big man placed something in Siobhan's bound hands, tied as they were behind her back. "One of your brother's ears." he said, the gristly piece of flesh in her hand feeling warm and wet.
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Siobhan felt the warm drippy piece of flesh behind her back, horrified. No, it was not Lorccan's ear. It couldn't be. She couldn't let herself believe it. But it might be someone's ear. Or it might just be transfigured from something else. She dropped it, her stomach churning up bile and shuddering, and she squeezed her eyes tightly together to press back tears. O'Brien toughness. We survived the potato famine, we survived worse than this. I'm a fighter. Please be all right, Lorccan.
She said nothing.
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"If you're thinking that the we're lying to you, that we don't have Lorccan, then maybe this is just some muggle kid we dragged in here, and are torturing for your benefit. Maybe the next thing I put in your hand will be his balls. Now, you're going to start telling me what I want to know, Siobhan."
A second voice spoke up behind him. "Just give her the Veritaserum." It was a weary-sounding woman's voice, resigned and testy. "Then she'll tell us everything we want to know and a few things we don't."
"Alright. Help me, then." said the first voice, and two hands took hold of her head, restraining her, while a third one lifted up her hood a little. Not enough to give her a good look at either person, but enough that she could see soft, well-manicured hands. The Woman took hold of her nose, squeezing it shut, potion bottle poised, and when Siobhan was forced to take a breath, the bottle was tipped, spilling its contents into her mouth.
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Siobhan had no choice. As she gasped for breath, she swallowed, one, two, three, four big gulps. "Damn it, you lazy fool! One swallow is good for an hour. You fed her most of the bottle . . . that's more teenaged secrets than we need to know." He laughed mockingly. He lowered his voiced. "Five minutes should do it to take effect."
The two of them stepped out and closed the door, leaving Siobhan shivering in frustration and defeat. But at the moment she gave up, a bright light filled the room, penetrating even the hood. She smiled, knowing this light.
The lighthouse caught her up, lifted her out of the room, through the walls, and back to the lighthouse, depositing her in the tower of the lighthouse and into someone's arms...feeling a moment of panic until she realized whose arms she was in... Pratt's. She relaxed. She was where she belonged.
