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"Hello Alex." The man was thin, but his muscles were easily visible through his T-shirt. He was about 6'1 by Alex's estimation and from what he could see, the man had light brown hair with a few blond streaks.
"What do you want?" Alex asked coldly. Criminals were so mundane to Alex at this point that he didn't even feel the small thrill of fear that he used to get when he ended up in these situations. Plus, it obviously wasn't Scorpia, which basically computed for Alex as not worthy of fear anyway
"To make a statement of course!" the man told him. Alex decided the man had way too much maniacal energy. He had an insane gleam to his eyes that Alex remembered from when Cray made him play the real version of Gameslayer.
"Do you have any idea who you are messing with?" Alex warned. "Because I'm beginning to think your boss must have forgotten to tell you." Despite being sure it wasn't Scorpia, this sure felt like the work of an organization. The attack on the house was to well executed for it to be a common criminal.
The man brought out a knife, "I'm going to make you scream."
Alex actually laughed, "Good luck." How many times had he heard that?
"So Alex... I never did manage to get your full name. My last sighting of you was too brief. I know who you are of course, but I'd like you to tell me."
"Er... no." Alex told him. "I've survived the world's best torturer. You don't scare me. Plus, dying doesn't sound so bad, so threatening to kill me or injuring me is useless."
The man laughed, "So imaginative. Now, let's get started. For our first our hour together we'll be playing with knives."
"Didn't your mum ever tell you not to play with knives?" Alex asked him, backing up towards the shelves, so that he could pull himself to his feet. He might have been stronger, but he was not strong enough to pull himself to his feet without help from his position.
He didn't make it before the man was on him. The man pinned Alex to the ground, taking out a syringe and plunging it into Alex's neck. Again.
Alex knocked the bigger man off of him, flipping on top of him, getting a few well aimed punches to the man's face before a wave of dizziness washed over him. The man rolled
Alex off of him angrily, "You'll pay for that. In a few minutes you won't have the strength to struggle. I invented this drug specifically to incapacitate my victims. Don't worry, you'll still be able to scream."
Alex tried to throw a punch at the man, but found that his arms were too heavy to lift. Now he realized what the man had meant. Suddenly he found that this was one mercy that Scorpia had previously granted him. They had never drugged him so that he couldn't control his own body. Tied him up so it didn't matter, yes, but not this.
"What did you do to me?"
"I'll tell you if you tell me your name."
Swearing in Russian, Alex glared at his captor as the bastard cut off his shirt, displaying the multitude of marks that he had shown to so few people.
The man's eyes filled with a sort of reverent look as he took in the obvious signs of torture. "So you really have had experience with this... That will make this so much more fun."
"Just leave me alone!" Alex snapped. "That's all I fucking want! I just want to go to school and be a normal fucking kid! Is that too much to ask? I don't even know who you are.
What did I do to you?" The ever present question that was his life. Surely he must have done something in a past life to deserve a life forged in Hell.
"Nothing at all," The man said, giving Alex a curious look. "I'm just in it for the game."
ARNCIS ARNCIS
Gibbs and the team (minus Tony) waited until the designated time before opening the link.
They were greeted by the sight of Alex lying completely still on a concrete floor. About thirty seconds later Alex woke up and peered around the room before his gaze landed on the chain that was attached to his ankle. They couldn't see his face, but Gibbs felt sure from his body language that the SEAL was not happy.
They were all reasonably stunned when he pick locked the shackle in only moments. they saw a smile briefly ghost across his profile before it morphed into frustration as a man walked into the picture.
"What do you want?" Alex had asked the man, his anger tingeing his voice.
"To make a statement of course."
"Do you have any idea who you are dealing with?" Alex said sharply.
The team exchanged looks, all wondering who it was they were dealing with. They were all reasonably sure that Alex was hiding a lot of details from them.
They tuned back in when the kidnapper told Alex he would make him scream.
The boy proceeded to taunt the man with a knife!
They heard him talk about wanting to be a normal kid and that seemed like the final confirmation for the team. Alex Porter was a fairy tale. They needed to find out who this kid really was- after they rescued him of course.
Abby, for her part, was taking notes on what the drug was doing to Alex so she could try and figure out what it was. She was sure that it could hold the answer.
Then they all watched as Alex's shirt was cut off and they realized exactly what Alex had been through previously. Abby ran out of her lab crying as the others tried to take it all in. She couldn't take seeing the apathy in the SEAL's eyes behind his steel mask as the blade sliced into him.
The masked man suddenly dragged his blade down Alex's chest, watching as the blood welled as it passed.
Alex didn't so much as twitch until the man spoke again, "What's with the scorpion tattoo?"
Alex's eyes brightened visibly, "You really don't know who I am, do you?" He sounded extremely relieved.
The man ripped the blade down Alex's arm harshly, "Of course I do!"
"If you had any idea who I was you would know what that damn Scorpion stood for. I thought almost everyone in the criminal world knew. Goodness knows I've shut enough of it down to have such a well known reputation. If you don't mind me asking, why did you kidnap me?"
The man looked angry and Alex hurried on.
"I mean, it was masterfully pulled off. I was wondering why you chose me. It's obvious you could have gotten to much more powerful people."
Mollified, the man decided to answer, "See that camera? The game I play is with your little NCIS team. When I saw you on my spycam I knew that taking you would be the perfect way to show them that I had all the power."
Alex's face paled, "Wait... are they... watching this?"
"I would be severely disappointed if they weren't."
Alex closed his eyes in frustration, "Just once! Just once I want to keep my fucking cover and every time some fucking mad man fucks it up!"
The rage reappeared in his captor's eyes and he continued cutting into Alex's scared chest, avoiding the scorpion tattoo for some reason.
Gibbs looked at McGee, "Any luck tracing it?"
"Not yet boss. He's bouncing his signals across over twenty different countries. It's going to take a while if I can crack it at all."
"That's not good enough!" Gibbs snapped, worried for the boy, even if he had lied to him this entire time.
"Ziva, do you have any idea what the significance of the scorpion is?" Gibbs asked the ex-Mossad agent. So far she hadn't said a word.
"Scorpia," She said quietly, still watching the screen. "That particular scorpion is their emblem. Most of their agents have a small version of it on their ankles. The one on his chest though… it's a branding. They've marked him for dead. The only time we find that branding is on agents that we sent to infiltrate them. They've all come back in body bags."
The man continued cutting up Alex for another half hour before turning to face the camera, "An hour has passes. Here's my clue: I'm within sixty miles." He pulled out a small remote and the feed went dead.
