@good-day-cat said: Hey, could you write something about what if Descole had got captured by Targent at the end of Miracle Mask if it inspires ?
Sorry for the delay…. Things got really hectic and then I had to take a break but I think I'm back now until next week!
Under The Mask
Descole didn't expect the knee to the stomach as he lunged at Leon Bronev. He gave an uncharacteristic gasp as all the air fled from him in one fluid movement. He started to collapse to the sandy grounds around the Nautilus Chamber of Akbadain when Bronev caught him by his feather boa. He grit his teeth as the leader of Targent gave him one of the largest sneers he had ever seen, then was cast to the side, where he rolled and flipped until he was caught and pinned by Bronev's followers.
He struggled, feeling the fear of what would happen when Bronev reached him spurring him into reacting almost animalistically, bucking and arching his back until the graying man knelt in front of him. He froze as fingers grazed his mask, his only way to ensure they didn't know him.
"You cannot do this! You have no right!" Bronev tsked at Descole's words, and then fingers hooked under the mask, his diguise. The masked man clenched his eyes shut.
"Just a little peek won't hurt, would it, Descole?" Descole shrank away at the words as much as he could. Bronev's fingers were pulling the mask off when the area was coated with white smoke. The hold on him loosened enough to kick them away and stand.
"Master!" Raymond was next to him, hands cupping the man's face as he checked for any injury. "Are you alright?" Descole was already starting to move as he nodded quickly, knowing the mask was gone, it was gone, and if the smoke cleared, he would be compromised.
He could hear the shouts of surprise and anger of the Targent men. He could hear them from Bronev.
"Fire! Don't let them get away!" Descole motioned for Raymond to run, and he began running after him when bullets whizzed through the air. The red-eyed man gasped, having been grazed a few times by the bullets and tearing his clothes even further. He looked up at Raymond as he gave a soft cry before falling to the ground. The man was next to him immediately.
"Raymond!" The butler didn't respond. Descole patted his cheeks, his panic skyrocketing the longer his companion didn't respond. "C'mon, Raymond, please, I can't lose you too." Descole let out a roar when Targent surrounded him again, and picked him up under his shoulders. He writhed and kicked as he was slowly but surely being pulled away from his companion, his friend, who was in the middle of a slowly increasing pool of crimson.
His father, who was more than likely dead.
He gave a soft grunt as he was kicked in the stomach again, his eyes stinging with unshed tears.
"Please," he gasped. "Please, I need to be with him. He's dying --"
"Descole." Bronev was in front of him again, and he could see the man's eyes narrowing underneath the glasses he wore as he looked at the face of Desmond Sycamore. Then, he grinned. "Desmond Sycamore. Who would have thought such an esteemed archaeologist was the cause of so much destruction…. I guess you get it from me." Descole grit his teeth before spitting at his father, his father who had fought with Targent the most with leaving his sons, his father who was ruling Targent with an iron fist.
"You can rot in hell," Descole spat. "You let my mother die, and you are ruling the organization that takes people away from their families." Bronev pursed his lips, his eyebrows knitting together as he let out a huff.
"You, of all people, should know why I'm doing this. Rachel's death will not be in vain." Descole grit his teeth once more as Bronev continued. "Your younger brother seems to be happy, at any rate."
"That's because he doesn't remember, you sick bastard." Bronev was silent, his lips turning down into an absolutely miffed expression before there was an fist to Descole's head, and his body didn't register the pain until he passed out. The last thing he heard was the muffled voice of his father as he was dragged away.
"You are going to regret remembering once I'm done with you, Hershel."