Nikita awakes to a dull ache filling her entire body. She opens her eyes and peers around hazily, reality sets in as her nightmares have been brought to life when she finds herself tied to a chair in a dark and dingy dungeon. Pulling at her wrists she winces in pain as they are shackled tightly to the armrests, her ankles bound also.

Nikita is startled as someone enters the dungeon. "Good, you're awake." A familiar voice bellows from behind her. Nelson approaches cautiously and makes his way around to the front of Nikita, making sure to keep a distance away from her.

"Michael is going to find me," Nikita warns. "And when he does, he is going to kill you."

"Oh, I don't doubt Michael is going to find you. The question is, will it be in time?" Nelson threatens leaning in and slapping Nikita firmly across the cheek leaving a red welt.

Nikita writhes against her restraints, struggling hopelessly and getting nowhere. From next to him Nelson wheels across a small metal surgical table close to the chair within view of Nikita, on it she can make out some plyers and a scalpel, equipment of torture.

Nelson picks the scalpel up off the table and holds it delicately within his fingers. "I'm going to make you pay. Like Michael made me pay." He hisses holding the blade dangerously close to his eye patch.

"Michael didn't do this to you! You make the mistake yourself!" Nikita shouts still fighting against the restraints binding her to the chair.

"He made me into the beast I have become, the beast every person from Division has turned into. The monsters in our nightmares are real, the only thing is that we have become the monsters we were once terrified of," Nelson states his facial expression maniacal as he moves in closer to Nikita, blade in hand. "The only difference being I know how to harm the man who made me this way." He states slowly bringing the blade to an exposed piece of flesh by Nikita's collarbone.

Nikita's eyes water as Nelson pushes the blade into her flesh drawing warm blood that is now trickling slowly down her torso. She does not make a sound and looks Nelson dead in the eye as he moves his blade to the other side and presses down again creating a second wound.

Frustrated Nelson straightens himself up and places the scalpel back on the medical table, wheeling it away from Nikita.

"Michael did not do this to you, Percy and Amanda did," Nikita states appearing to be unaffected by the bleeding wounds on her chest.

Nelson looks at his victim and his eyes narrow, taking in what she said. He walks behind Nikita, "Percy and Amanda may have had the ideas and intel for us to do our jobs, but who was in our ear every step of the way making us do the unthinkable. That's right, it was Michael." Nelson scoffs leaving Nikita in silence as he exits the room in a hurry.

Nikita wriggles against the restraints again her wrists now sore and red, chaffed raw against the bindings. "Come on, Michael." She whispers looking up the ceiling.


Meanwhile

"This is not good enough!" Michael shouts sliding everything from the dining table onto the floor beneath.

The group have moved back to the safe house where they are stood around the kitchen reviewing everything that happened back at the betting shop.

"She can't have just disappeared, there must be something!" Michael yells again.

"I've checked all CCTV at the shop it looks like they set a loop on the footage from before the incident occurred. I've checked street cams but I'm not getting anything Mikey, I'm sorry." Birkoff utters through a laptop open on the kitchen counter next to the sink.

"We have to find her, we have to!" Michael roars slamming his fists into the kitchen table.

"You have no debate from us Michael, we want to get Nikita back as much as you do." Ryan utters standing next to Birkoff on the laptop. "Any resources you need and they're yours."

Michael stands looking between Alex and Sam, a look of pure loathing across his face. "How did this happen?"

Alex walks over to Michael and places a hand on his shoulder. He looks at her his eyebrows furrowed. "I'm so sorry, Michael," Alex whispers. Michaels stares intently at Alex until his face falls.

"It could have been me, I mean, Alex asked Nikita to get coffee, but it could have been me." Sam states to no one in particular.

"The last thing I said to Nikita was that there wasn't time. I guess I was right about that." He states angrily at himself.

"We'll find her, Michael. You know we will." Alex reassures.


Nikita sits alone, still strapped to the chair in the cold room she can only describe as a dungeon. A smell of decay and mould permeates her nostrils, maybe this is the place Nelson takes his victims when someone puts a hit on them. The walls and floors are built up from dark grey stone blocks banishing any heat from entering the room. As she sits confined she can see a small narrow window off to her left, it's high up as it nearly touches the ceiling which indicates they are below ground level. Other than the small window the only other source of light is a light bulb hanging directly above Nikita's head, it dimly illuminates the tomb she sits.

A pain radiates from her chest where Nelson previously dug his knife in and watched her bleed. She looks down as best she can and sees two streaks of blood - one from either side – trickling down her body onto her top. A noise causes Nikita to become alert as someone approaches the door behind her. It creaks open and someone enters.

"I hope you didn't miss me too much," Nelson chuckles sinisterly facing Nikita.

Nikita glares at Nelson and sees that his hands are strapped as though going up against a punching bag in training.

"Bring it in here!" Nelson shouts to someone outside the dungeons heavy wooden door.

Someone else enters the room, a young man. He avoids any direct eye contact with Nikita and sets up a tripod about 5ft away from where she is sat. From a black bag hanging over his shoulder he pulls out a handheld video camera and attaches it to the tripod, facing it towards her. He flips out the viewfinder and switches the camera to life, a red light flashes once.

Nelson dismisses the boy and heads across to the camera and tripod. He looks down and alters the angle a bit. "Smile for Michael, I'm sure he'd love to see you tied up like this." He utters, the red light blinking rapidly now. He leaves the camera where it is and makes his way towards Nikita standing in front of her, careful not to block the view for the recording. He leans in close, but not close enough for Nikita to rip off an ear or nose with her teeth. "I'm going to enjoy this," He hisses pulling his right arm back before making full impact on Nikita's cheek. Her head wobbles to the left and she spits out some blood before regaining her posture. Seeing her strength Nelson retracts his left arm back and forces his fist into the side of her eye. She squints struggling to see as the corners of her vision blackens her head pounding against her ears. Trying so hard to remain strong Nikita sits up again. Getting more frustrated by the second Nelson swings left hitting Nikita on the jaw creating a lesion on her lip, blood flowing from it. Fighting consciousness Nikita slumps her head off to the left, a great weight keeping her from straightening up. Satisfied, Nelson releases the camera from its tripod and goes in for a close up. He focuses the video and aims it at Nikita, her lip now bleeding profusely. He zooms in to her left eye which has started to balloon in a deep purple. She looks into the lens briefly before closing her eyes, her unsupported head falls to the side as she is whisked away by unconsciousness. Nelson pulls some smelling salts out of his pocket and waves them in front of her nose bringing her back to life as she coughs. Nikita groans as she comes too, wincing with the pain that this throbbing between her ears.

"Oh come on, you can take a little more than that." Nelson states disappointment in his voice as he looks on at Nikita, camera still in hand. "And I'm sure Michael would want to see you put up a little more of a fight."

Nikita looks at Nelson in pure hatred and mumbles something under her breath. "Excuse me?" Nelson questions moving closer towards Nikita who whispers again. Nelson moves closer still within reach of Nikita and she takes an opportunity and lunges towards him, grabbing hold of his ear lobe between her teeth Nikita bites down hard and Nelson screams, pulling away from her, ear still in her teeth, blood soaking her face. Once clear from Nikita's reach Nelson takes his hand to his now missing lobe, blood pouring over his hand and he screams again.

"You bitch!" Nelson hollers aggressively. He approaches Nikita again this time with caution and throws his fist at her meeting her face with a whack. He laughs maniacally and focuses the camera on Nikita's bloodied face.

Nikita laughs in retort and spits blood at Nelson, a bloodied piece of flesh falls to the floor – Nelsons ear lobe.

"I think I'm going to kill you now!" Nelson roars ferociously carefully placing the camera back on the tripod. He approaches Nikita and readjusts the taping on his knuckles. Lifting his arm slowly above his head Nelsons fist makes contact with Nikita's face, again and again he raises his fists and thrusts it into Nikita's face. Panting and out of breath Nelson stands next to Nikita's body slumped in the chair, he turns to the camera. "I'm sorry I couldn't torture her longer for you Mikey, but you know how I am, it seems I let my anger get the better of me in this situation." He walks towards the camera and puts his hand over the lens, ending the recording.


I hope you all had a good New Year celebration.

Again, I Know it's getting repetitive but I really do appreciate all the reviews I am getting. I know Nikita feed is a little cold but I am really thankful you have taken the time to read and review. From here on the story is beginning to get a little darker (apologises for those wanting a little humour in here, it just doesn't seem to right with the storyline)

Anyway, please continue to review - the more I get the most likely I will to update soon. Peace & Love - Matash21