An Old Friend

A/N: Hey guys! I freaking love writing this story, but I warn you now: this chapter is pretty fucking dark. It's also a hugely important chapter so I needed the help of some of the Nerd Herd to beta for me. Thanks to everyone that reviewed, favorited, followed, or gave me ideas! I hope you guys like the new chapter!

Disclaimer: This chapter is extremely graphic and gruesome. You have been warned. Also my language was a bit crazy here. Ooops. My bad. I don't really give a fuck though :) I own nothing, blah blah blah, some characters are mine, blah blah blah. You know the drill.

"Alright, here's the plan: Cassandra, you track his phone with Jenkins. Jake and I are going to explore the area where they went on the mission. We're going to see if we can figure out where they could have gone." Eve told the group as they huddled around the table in the center of the the Annex. Cassandra nodded and went back to the lab with Jenkins, while Jake followed Eve to the back door.

"Should we honestly be worried? I mean this is Flynn and Jones we're talking about. They were probably just messing around and hit the button by accident." Jake sighed.

"The fact that it's Flynn and Jones worries me even more. I've called them seven times since I got that text. Neither of them has answered. This is different. I think we should talk to Harold Grimson. He was the owner of the stolen necklace that they were investigating." Eve suggested.

They went and talked to the old man who pointed them in the direction that they had gone. They found themselves in an abandoned convenience store.

"This is...weird." Jake stated with furrowed eyebrows as he looked around. Why the hell would a fully stocked store be completely abandoned?"

"Something definitely happened here, but- What is that?" Eve began but got distracted by a black wallet looking item on the ground by the cash register. She picked it up and felt her blood run cold.

"Special Agent Ezekiel Jones. Department: MI6." Jake peered over her shoulder as she read. It was Ezekiel's badge. "We should run this back to Cassandra and Jenkins and see if they found anything. So far this is our best lead." Together they walked on the sidewalk in complete silence. By the time they made it back to the Back Door it had began to drizzle and Jake had light drops of rain in his hair. When they entered the Annex, they were bombarded by Cassandra.

"I was about to call you! We found them. We tracked their phones to an abandoned prison in Egypt."She explained.

"Alright, we have a plan and a place. Librarians, let's roll out." Eve ordered as she loaded bullets into her gun. Nobody messed with her cubs.

Meanwhile in Egypt…

"Do you want her to break his fingers? That's what's next! If you tell me where the Spear of Destiny is, it won't have to come to that, but if not it's his fingers on the line." Cecil slammed his hands down onto the metal table. He was getting desperate. Flynn had been bored throughout his entire interrogation, but when he mentioned the breaking of the fingers he became slightly more interested. Ezekiel's hands were the most important thing about him. He would never forgive him if he let anything happen to them.

"Come on, Flynn. Don't tell him anything. It's not worth it." Ezekiel wheezed in his own interrogation room where he was watching Flynn on the TV. He was already beaten pretty well but he knew that if Flynn told them they would destroy the world. He noticed Flynn hesitate on screen before continuing.

"I am not going to tell you anything. Break his fingers. Break his whole damn arm, it's not going to change anything." Flynn told him, feeling guilt wash over him, regretting his words as they left his mouth with a sour taste.

"Well if you insist. Have fun, Lorelei." Cecil turned and left the room, shaking his head in disbelief as he went. Flynn sat, head in his hands, hating his own words, but knowing there was nothing he could do about it at that point. On the plus side, they had plenty of healing potions for minor injuries at the Annex so he might be able to fix Ezekiel without having him go to the hospital.

Ezekiel heard the words as they left Flynn's mouth and felt his stomach drop. When Lorelei broke his wrist it was incredibly painful but his entire arm? That would hurt like a bitch.

"So… your friend seems very loyal." Lorelei smiled as she stood, running her hands over the cold metal of her pole. She gave it a light twirl as she slowly advanced towards him, that same sickening smile never left her face. "Well he did ask for this, so I have to, but don't worry I have some more fun planned for afterward." She brought the pole down on his shoulder causing him to scream out in torture. She laughed slightly and threw the pole down the hallway before grabbing his arm and breaking it. "I prefer to feel the bones snap and crack myself. It's such a satisfying feeling. Now," She grabbed Ezekiel and dragged him into a tiny cell, all while he gripped his now broken arm to his chest in misery. "Onto the fun part I promised you. We're going to do a little experiment over the next few days."

"Pl- Please. Stop this. It's too much!" Ezekiel gasped out in excruciating pain. His mind was in a heavy fog as every part of his arm felt like it was melting into metallic, hot, sludge. His body temperature was rising as the intensity of the pain shot up. He wouldn't be able to take much more. He needed his team. Where were they? Did they even know they were in trouble? What if they couldn't find him in time? All of the questions flew around in his mind as she slammed the door of his tiny cell shut. He laid, arm pulled close his chest for a few minutes before he sat up, very carefully, and observed his surroundings. It was completely bare and he had no space to stretch his body. The cell he was in was approximately three feet by three feet. His back was pressed against the wall and his legs were curled up against the cold, metal door. He let his head fall back against the wall, suddenly feeling the exhaustion of the constant stress on his body. Just as his eyes fluttered shut, the room filled with loud children's music, similar to Sesame Street. Ezekiel sighed. So much for getting some rest.

Over the next three days, Ezekiel sat, unmoving, in his cramped cell. The music played constantly, but Lorelei never entered the room again. He hadn't slept or had anything to eat in three days. After the three days had ended, Ezekiel was incredibly weak. He sat up slowly and blinked at the light that was suddenly streaming into his tiny room. Lorelei stood, holding the heavy, metal door open.

"Okay… you're a bit more perseverant than I thought. Honestly, it's beginning to piss me off a bit." She forced him into a standing position. She brought him back to the chair he had been strapped to on many painful occasions. In front of him was that same sickening metal table that was normally empty, but this time it was full of many scary items. Lorelei crossed to the other side of the room where a small stove sat, a teapot on one of the burners. "I'm making a spot of tea. I'd offer you some, but I don't want to. Now, let's begin."

Ezekiel knew something weird was going on. Normally, he'd be strapped to the chair with the tv on so they could see if Flynn would give anything away. This time the tv's screen remained black and cold.

"You'll tell me what I want to know, or I use one of my many new toys. I'm tired of you two acting like you own us by not answering. Clearly I wasn't hurting you enough. My boyfriend and brother have their own way of doing things. I have mine. Where the fuck is the Spear of Destiny?" Lorelei asked through clenched teeth.

"Lady… I have no idea. If anyone would it would be Flynn. He's clearly not going to tell you anything." Ezekiel answered seriously. Lorelei shrugged and turned back to her table. When she turned back around, she had a knife.

"Tell me!" She shouted, causing him to jump.

"I… I don't know." He answered honestly.

"Not good enough." She told him before bringing the knife down on his wrist and slashing it quickly. The second it happened it felt like he hit his funny bone, but only in wrist. It took about 15 seconds for that feeling to go away before he felt the raw stinging pain. Blood dripped freely and quickly. This happened several times. By the time she grew bored with the knife, his wrists looked like a pile of the plastic sticks from the pick-up-sticks game.

"Still don't want to answer me? I'm so surprised." She hissed sarcastically, not even waiting for answer. Then, the teapot began to whistle and her face brightened as though she had a new idea. She grabbed his hand, slick with fresh, crimson blood, and dragged him over to the stove. She knocked the teapot off the stove, spilling the dark liquid.

"I thought you wanted that." Ezekiel whispered, looking fearfully at the glowing orange burner.

"Screw the tea." She snapped before grabbing his hand and holding it against the hot burner. He screamed out in agony as the flesh on his hand began to blister. His eyes began to water as she released his hand. It had been held on the burner for about seven seconds but it felt like hours. His knees buckled beneath him causing him to drop to the floor. He curled in on himself, feeling the intense pain of the many days he had spent in that hell hole. Everyday was the same. He woke up, sometimes he never even slept, he watched Flynn dance around the truth over the tv screen, then he was hurt, after that he was sent back to his holding cell where he awaited the next session. Same shit different day. He had been through so much, but the burning of his hand had been the worst. It took him back to a similar time, a time where he went through much deeper pain. Some physical, mostly emotional. The worst, physically wise, was the moment that mirrored this exact moment. When he burned his hand in the Time Loop, something broke inside him. The first time it was because Cassandra was scared. The rest of the times it was because it was something he had to do. It became a means of survival. Grab the pipe or die. When she put his hand on that burner, she sparked that memory, that raw unaltered moment of agony and brought it back to life. He couldn't move, the pain was too unbearable. He couldn't think because mirages of the loop whispered to him, coaxing him away from reality. All he could do was lay there and take it. Lorelei smiled above, believing that maybe, just maybe she had bested him.

Meanwhile, Flynn was just being told that Lorelei would break Ezekiel's bones. He was more convinced each day that a simple healing potion wouldn't help. Flynn's resolve was wearing thin. He didn't want to tell them where the Spear of Destiny was, but he also didn't want to be the cause of any harm coming to Ezekiel. Neither Ezekiel or Flynn knew about the conflict that was happening within their captor's team.

"I don't know what to do… she's out of control!" Alex threw his hands in the air. "She has us locked out and him locked in. It was never meant to go this far."

"Maybe we're not cut out for this. If we leave them here we could still get away." Cecil sat in an office chair, clearly trying to think through the problem.

"That'd never work. We don't even know if our plan will work but she's going to kill him. She need's the Spear. If we leave she'll have the necklace, but Flynn won't tell her anything and she won't be able to use it as an offering. We need to tell Flynn. He'll have to tell us and she'll set him free… right?" Alex paced back and forth.

"I don't know… maybe! It's your psychotic sister!" Cecil stood, chair rolling behind him.

"It's your psychotic girlfriend. You chose to have her in your life, I didn't." Alex stood and faced Cecil. "The next time you speak with Flynn, I'm going to be with you."

As promised, the very next day Flynn was surprised by the extra interrogator. "Aww. Could you not figure out how to get the answers out of me? Was I too tough of a nut to crack? Is that why you brought your friend?" Flynn smiled coyly.

"I came because we need to know where the Spear is." Alex told him.

"I'm sure you do, but I told you-" Flynn began.

"No no no. You don't understand. Your friend is in actual danger. We never meant for this to happen but she might actually kill him. If you tell us, she may release him." Cecil looked him in the eyes as a silence fell over the room.

"You're bluffing." Flynn looked between the two of them with disbelief. He didn't know whether or not he should trust them. He hoped with all his heart that they were bluffing.

"We're not!" Alex slapped his hand down on the table with such ferocity that it actually tipped. "Tell us or he dies!"

Flynn looked at them, suddenly a little scared. Maybe they weren't bluffing. Cecil and Alex sighed realizing that he was finally getting it. Then they noticed the hint of a smile on his face.

"Oh really?" A voice spoke from behind. The two men turned around very slowly to meet a gun pointed directly at their face. There stood the saviors.

"Jake, stay here. Watch them. Cassandra, keep look out. I'm going to go find Ezekiel." Baird ordered. Jake nodded as he turned back to Alex and Cecil who had their hands raised in surrender. Jake smirked at their cowardice before cracking his knuckles in an overdramatic showing of his sheer strength.

"So who was the one to think this was a good plan?" He asked in a sinister tone. "We, as Librarians, don't like to be trapped, but you happened to pick the two that hate it the most. That makes me angry. I sure as hell don't like to be angry, but I have a feeling that you reeeeally won't like it." Jake turned his head to glare down at the two terrified men.

"It was more of a collective idea but it was never meant to go this far. Please don't hurt us. Please. We're very sorry. We had nothing to do with what Lorelei did." Alex begged.

"I won't hurt you, only because I don't attack the surrendering man." Jake told them as he pulled Flynn up with a grunt. "However, if you laid a finger on my friend I won't hesitate."

*** Meanwhile ***

Eve looked around the corner, gun drawn. Her heart pounded in her ears as her adrenaline and anticipation rose. She had found the office that Alex had resided for most of the days, but couldn't quite find Ezekiel. She found herself wandering around on high alert until a locked door came into her path. She pressed her ear against the door and heard soft cries of pain. She straightened as anger filled her from her core. Some bitch was hurting one of her own, and she couldn't help them because of a damn locked door. Suddenly a sharp scream pierced through the air which made her heart skip a beat. There is a thing called hysterical strength. It's the phenomenon that occurs when mothers can lift cars off their children with their own sheer strength simply because that maternal instinct tells them that was what they needed to do in that moment. Well, Mama Baird didn't stand for locked door, but apparently locked doors didn't stand for Mama Baird. She stood huffing in the empty doorway as she stared into the heavily swollen eyes of Ezekiel, a frazzled looking woman stood above him, holding a knife. A beat of silence passed before the world seemed to unfreeze. Lorelei screamed and charged at Eve with such speed that it had to be magic. Ezekiel, with new hope, began to struggle against the bonds that held him. As quickly as the battle began, it ended. Baird's gun was knocked from her hands, useless and empty of bullets, and Lorelei took the opportunity to strike with everything she had. Eve crumpled to the ground, knocked out.

"I am sick and tired of you Librarians. Fuck the Spear. I'm going to do this my own way." Lorelei ripped the necklace from her throat. "I'll let you in on what's going to happen here since you play a pivotal role. My brother, boyfriend, and I all work for the original Serpent Brotherhood. Not the silly one Dulaque tried to create. I myself worked directly with Mr. Edward Wilde. My name is not Lorelei, it's Lana. I figured that my brother and boyfriend would get soft and not be able to go through with it. I spoke with a wizard before we came up with this plan. He gave me a simple spell to raise the dead. That's where you come in. This necklace holds a piece of both my brother's soul and Edward's as well. I had to put literal piece of something I loved in this orb, that's Alex. This is vital to bringing him back. But, the premise is a life for a life. You die, Edward lives. Get the picture? Good." She grabbed the knife and held it tightly to his throat, all while chanting something in Latin. She hadn't quite cut his throat, but his neck. It wasn't deep enough to kill him but she did cut him. Wind had picked up in the room and the lights flickered as she stopped chanting, the spell completed.

"You won't get away with this." Ezekiel gasped out.

"Oh and who's going to stop me? Her?" She pointed at Baird with her free hand. "Where's your backup, huh? You will never see the light of day again!" Lorelei laughed manically before she heard someone clear their throat from behind.

"Have you ever heard of a force ratio? They're pretty important." Cassandra whispered.

"You… you're the backup?" Lorelei laughed before looking back at Ezekiel. "I would hold out on the hope for a rescue. This is pathetic. Humor me. What is a force ratio?"

"How much force per square inch it takes to inflict an injury. For example, with a metal pole, it take about three pounds of pressure to bash someone's head in." Cassandra suddenly swung with the same metal pole used to break Ezekiel's limbs. Lorelei, having been caught off guard dropped the knife and the necklace to try to defend herself. She was unfortunately too slow. Cassandra was almost in a trance as she kept swinging, unable to get the image of the broken, half dead Ezekiel from her head. Lorelei crumbled as the pole hit her in the skull. One. Two. Three times. Many more after. Unable to stop.

"Cassandra. Cassandra stop. Cassandra!" Ezekiel rasped out. "Cassandra. She's dead. Please. Stop." Cassandra dropped the pole with shaky hands before falling to her knees. She had killed Lorelei.

A/N: HEYYYYYO! How do you like them apples? Guess who had to change the rating from K+ to T. Okay, Lana was in the original Librarian movie and was Edward Wilde's henchgirl. As per usual, this chapter is dedicated to Kira who helped me immensely with this story. Love ya my Spokane Sinner! XD I love you all more than John Kim's Snapchat stories (That's a lot) ~FGaT XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO