Second chapter!
I kinda just realized that this fic can be seen as an AU, since it doesn't really seem like something the show would write. I don't know though. What do you think? Review or PM please! I hope you enjoy this chapter either way. I really like where this is going. If you have any ideas, please don't hesitate to tell me.
Also, don't forget, that I am attempting to make a sequel for "Sacrifice," but just have run out of ideas. Please tell me if you have any. And don't forget to give me promts on my story, "How It All Began." The story needs you guys' ideas in order to go on.
Jackie forced Eliot into a ginormous prison; the top of it was a huge castle in the middle of the ocean, while the bottom of it was a murky cave, full of cells. Eliot was thrown into one of them, landing rather painfully on his side; he heard his ribs crack under the pressure.
"You know, I've always loved the story of Monte Cristo," Jackie began. "When the Count was sent to d'If, his prison warden helped them keep track of time. Every once a year, on the anniversary of his prisoners' captivity, he would torture them. For hours. That's, by far, my favorite part of the story. So I've decided to do the same to you. And just like the Count's, your first punishment will be the most painful."
The next thing Eliot knew, his feet were dangling over the ground, and he was getting whipped. He tried to bite down his urge to scream, but still couldn't prevent a strangled groan escape his mouth. "What's happened to you, Jackie?" he managed to ask through gritted teeth.
"I learned that if someone betrays a friend, the one betrayed has to seek vengeance," he replied. "So now you have to pay for your betrayal, Eliot. This is what you did… so know you have to pay for it."
He hit him again, and this time, Eliot let himself scream.
This went on for hours, until Jackie finally left Eliot alone. The poor hitter was let go off his chains and was now curled up in a tight ball, trembling violently. He forced himself to sit up, wiping sweat off his forehead. He now finally had the chance to look around his prison cell; it was a tiny room made out of rocks. There was a small opening, in the wall, and Eliot decided that was the best way to spend his time there. He slowly crawled over to the little corner, sitting against the wall. He threw his head back, closing his eyes.
"He was supposed to be dead," he whispered to himself. "He was supposed to be dead…"
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Jackie Williams held Eliot in captivity for six years. Every once a year, he would torture the poor man severely, smiling at his prisoner's pointless groans.
On his seventh year anniversary, Eliot finally managed to escape. Jackie was in the middle of his torture session when Eliot suddenly ripped out of his chains. He screamed in pain, lunging at Jackie. He punched him with all his remaining strength, knocking him out. He quickly stood back up, throwing his, now really, long hair back. He charged out of the cell, mindlessly trying to find a way out.
He finally got out of the building, and found himself standing at the edge of the island, right above the ocean.
"Eliot, don't do it!" Jackie screamed in the distance.
The hitter whipped around, fear and determination in his wide eyes.
"Don't do it, Eliot," Jackie continued. "You won't survive it,"
Eliot smiled weakly. "Just like Monte Cristo, huh?" he asked. With that, he threw himself off the cliff, landing in the water. The saltwater immediately made his battered body sting, the current started tossing him back and forth… and only when he thought he was far enough did he came up for air. He greedily sucked in the oxygen, beginning to make his way to God knows where.
He swam for hours, not knowing whether he was going to make it, or not. By the time he saw land, he was barely even conscious; he woke up on soft sand, waves gently crashing against him. He couldn't even open his eyes; all he could do is lay there, hoping for the best.
Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice call out, "Eliot!?"
Parker?
A shadow cast over him, and when he opened his tired eyes, he saw her. Parker was right in front of him, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Parker?" Eliot croaked.
"I'm here, Eliot," the blonde replied, taking his hand. "I'm right here,"
The hitter used all the strength he had to touch her face; he wanted… no, he needed to know that this was real. "Parker," he repeated. His arm dropped and his eyes closed, a quiet moan escaping him.
Parker burst into tears. She held Eliot's hand until the team came, which wasn't for a few hours. When the rest of the team finally did arrive, it was almost dusk. They all saw the new scars that lingered along their hitter's body, they all saw the heavy whip lashes that marred his skin. Sophie couldn't help but let out a soft cry as she turned around and buried her head in the crook of Nate's shoulder.
"Come on," the mastermind said. "We have to get him out of here,"
"And how are we gonna do that?" Hardison asked.
Parker turned back to Eliot, gently placing her hand on his shoulder. "Come on, Eliot, wake up," she said. "We're gonna get you out of here."
The poor man forced himself to wake up, attempting to stand up immediately… his legs gave up on him the minute he stood up and he collapsed, crying out. Parker quickly helped him back up, and with Hardison's help, they got their hitter into a large beach house they were currently calling home. They got Eliot into one of the rooms, helping him onto the bed. Eliot moaned softly, curling into himself.
Parker situated herself beside his bed on a chair, running her hand through his long hair, trying to calm him down.
Soon enough he fell asleep, the expression on his face clearly showing that he was in pain.