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**WARNING! BLOOD AND GORE AND CURSING**

(you were warned)


She didn't know what woke her first, maybe it was the bite of leather against her wrists or the fact that she was struggling to breathe, maybe it was the pain throbbing at the edge of her mind, wiggling in and out of reach like a worm speared on a hook.

Brittany's eyes flutter open and she sucks in a sharp breath, the sharp tang of leather filters into her nose and she thrashes against her binds, ignoring the way the binds rub against the soft flesh of her wrists, she has a muzzle on.

"Oh so the pain finally woke you huh? He held out for a while, I was surprised," A young man stoops down to peer into her eyes, his pearl tinted irises glowing with excitement.

She feels a sharp spike of pain flare beneath her right eye and a muffled grunt reaches her ears, her eyes snap sharply to the left, straining to see over the man's shoulder.

Alvin yanks at the gag only to have the butt of the gun slam into his cheek again, drawing blood this time as the pain winks within her skin then sinks away, Alvin has a tight grip on their connection, blocking the pain.

"He's still doing it isn't he? That's no fun," The man straightens up, running a hand through his short blond hair as he blows a sigh past his lips, the edges of his eyes creased with annoyance, "Hit him again," He orders, gesturing to the dark clothed man who nods silently, raising the rifle again.

Brittany screams into the muzzle, she thrashes against the binds and pitches forward, managing to barely escape smashing her chin against the floor, instead she hits the tile cheek first, rust fills her mouth.

She managed to bite her tongue, the man with the rifle stops to watch the girl struggling upon the floor as the younger man leans down and rips the muzzle off her face, letting it dangle against her neck.

"What?" He asks smugly, "Don't want us laying a finger on your wittle boyfriend?" he smirks as the chipette's eyes harden and she suddenly spits on his face, he jerks back with a curse, wiping at the saliva mixed with blood.

"You bitch!" He screams, whipping his foot out, catching her in the stomach.

The toe of his boots dig into her flesh and she gags as the wind is shoved out of her lungs, her stomach throbbing dully as she fixes a pale blue glare upon the man through her bangs.

"Dammit, Tristan, get the muzzle back on her," The man storms off, muttering beneath his breath as he shoves open a metal door and disappears out of sight.

The man with the gun, Tristan, leaves Alvin's side and walks over to the scowling chipette, "You would be wise not to mess with Chris, your boyfriend murdered his father, ripped his eyes clean from their sockets," he squats down in front of her and reaches up for the muzzle.

He freezes as his gaze bores into hers, his pupils dilating to mere black specks among a sea of pale brown, Brittany keeps her gaze fixed upon his as she speaks, "Why are we here?"

Tristan's Adam Apple bobs in his throat, his knuckles clenched tightly around the barrel of his gun as he fights the mental hand clenched around his mind, her grip only tightens, "S-soldiers, the perfect soldiers, his dad wanted to make the perfect creature ever but he didn't know that Chris was pulling all the strings. He was the one to suggest using a species closely related to humans and animals, said animals can't sue," he rattles off, a vein throbbing in his left temple.

"Why?"

"M-money, the government would pay a lot of money if they didn't have to worry about so many soldiers dying off, Seville is the first success,"

Brittany feels his mind begin to slip from her grasping line and she quickly sinks another hook in, ignoring the flashes of color and the whispering promises of past voices that dance over her mind, taunting.

"Success?"

Tristan nods, he swallows thickly as the vein pulses, "W-we tried locking the power within others, tried connecting through their minds, their electrons and nerves...we were too scared to try the heart until we realized we had the perfect test subject. No one would miss him if he vanished," The door bangs open and Brittany quickly withdraws as Tristan slips the muzzle quickly over her mouth again.

If only I had a few more minutes, I would've gotten him to untie us and let us go...but where?

"Got the blood off, have you managed to find his trigger?" Chris nods towards Alvin, who sat quietly as he watched the exchange between Brittany and the guard.

She slides her gaze to meet his silently, afraid of what she'd find in his golden orbs.

He's watching her intently, head slightly cocked to the side, a eyebrow raised as concern creases his forehead and she realizes with a soft in take of breath that he was worried...worried. About her.

He didn't care what she could do, what they've given her, just like she didn't care what they gave him.

What they've burden the two teens with.

Brittany's attention drifts back to the two men, trying to ignore the soft presence of someone lingering at her center, Alvin is with her, they'll escape this time and won't look back.

"Well try a different tactic, I need to make sure we have those drooling idiots all in the Pen," with that Chris leaves once again but this time the man keeps his distance from her, eyeing her with a dark lurking anger shimmering within his gaze.

"I will,"


She always thought people exaggerated broken bones, she didn't understand how they could go on and on about a broken toe or a finger.

But now she does.

Her throat aches as another scream rips past her lips, Tristan is all grins as he leans forward, his breath reeks of the stale alcohol he had dug up in Chris' desk, he had claimed that the beer made it easier to break bones. Made it more fun.

"Y-you insane...m-monster," Brittany ignores the salty sting of tears as they smear blood across her cheek, the cut burns like hell but it's the pain that radiates from her arm that really has her attention now.

The flaring heat of the wound throbs in time with her frantic heartbeat and the blood that gushes from the puncture wound where the pale white bone protrudes has dried upon her fingers and forearms, but it's still glistening wetly around the wound itself.

She had already emptied the contents of her stomach onto the floor and the front of her legs, the scent makes her empty stomach churn and she dry heaves again, her throat screaming at her as the acidic taste lingers on her tongue.

Tristan had done as he was ordered nearly an hour ago, the moment he started bending her wrist back towards her and she screamed into the leather of the muzzle Alvin was gone, and standing in his place was the snarling beast.

He strains against the metal chains again as Tristan circles her, probably thinking about what he could break next and how much trouble he would get in if he capped a shell into her leg.

A shiver touches her spine and she tries not to twitch at the sensation as he steps away, going for more alcohol.

"A-Alvin...stop," Brittany works the words out past cracked lips, her eyes are bloodshot and her tears have long since dried up, the pain throbbing from her wrists has dulled to a bearable ache, like a faint reminder.

"Y-you're not thinking clearly, calm down..." Her fingers twitch and she bites back a cry, her tendons are still in tact and they brush against the snapped bone, the pain flares to life, angry and hungry.

Alvin freezes at the sound of her voice and she finally fixes her gaze directly upon him, noticing with a painful throb of her heart that his furry cheeks are sleek and wet with tears, he doesn't meet her gaze and it tears her apart.

"P-Please look at me Alvin, you need to think,"

He keeps his eyes upon Tristan as the man burps loudly, making a slurred comment about how the 'boss' has terrible taste in liquor.

Brittany grits her teeth, keeping the mental wall up around her mind as she jerks against the restraints, she bites her bloody tongue as a strangled cry dies in her throat, a sob hitches in her chest as her arms tremble.

The sharp pain rears its ugly head again as she pushes her arms forward, the blazing heat seems to pulse in every vein like a parasite, red, angry and hungry. She feels it creep up along her arm and settle within her shoulder blades but she tries to keep it at bay, focusing instead on the leather straps as her blood smears against them.

She begins to squirm in her seat, her teeth digging deep into the soft flesh of her tongue until her mouth is flooded with the rich coppery taste of her own blood, she moves to biting her lip instead, she's quiet fond of her tongue.

Alvin has already begun to work on his own restraints, his meaty fists bend the steel locked around his neck, it creaks under the pressure and she knows he'll be free in a moment.

Free to slaughter the drunken man stumbling towards her.

Brittany would be lying if she said she feels sorry for him in his last few moments of life, she'd be lying if she says she isn't amused when she hears the faint snap of the steel collar and sees the familiar blur of russet slam into Tristan, the man sent sailing into the far wall.

She closes her eyes as the sharp crunch of bone reaches her ears, Tristan is already out cold and only a gurgled moan escapes his lips as Alvin begins tearing the flesh from his bones.

His screams soon fill the air and a rumble of laughter bubbles up from deep within Alvin's chest as he continues to rip apart muscles and tendons, more sickening crunches echo through the room and the sound of Alvin chewing makes her stomach clench.

Don't let them turn you into something you're not...don't let their blood stain you. Brittany twitches as a warm paw caresses her cheek, her eyes flutter open and her aching heart launches itself into her raw throat as Alvin cups her cheeks in his bloodied paws.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so, so, so sorry," he chants the words as he presses his forehead against hers, eyes clenched shut as hot tears drip onto her fur, "I'm sorry, I'm-,"

"I know, I know, shhhh it's ok..." Her fingers flex and she flinches at the pain and the need to hug the crying munk, he rips away from her suddenly and she's stunned by the emptiness that slams into her as he yanks the straps off her ankles then moves to her waist, simply ripping the leather apart before his fingers ghost of the tops of her fingers, as if she might break the moment he touches the straps on her wrists.

"Just rip them off..." She says softly, watching the hesitation in his eyes as he closes trembling fingers around the straps, he inhales deeply and she stills her own breath just as he yanks the leather away, jolting her wrists.

A warm brush of lips against her hairline surprises her enough so that the sting in her broken wrists dulls, "I need to push the bones back in and set them..." his voice is rough and dry, as if he's used up all the moisture in his body just thinking about the task, his lips touch her warm forehead again and she would've blushed at the tender gesture if it weren't for the prospect of the pain to come.

"Do it now, I'm already hurting," Brittany leans back as he leans down in front of her, his face stained with drying crimson and she faintly wonders if he left marks upon her skin, the thought is swallowed whole as the pain explodes up her arms, its wicked fury eating at her nerves as she jerks against the firm hold upon her wrists.

She didn't realize she had begun to scream again, the pain is blinding now as she feels the shift of something solid beneath her skin and she would've vomited if she had anything left in her stomach, all she manages is a choked sob as blood oozes from the hole in her skin.

Her other arm has grown numb but the moment she feels pressure upon her skin, her vision is engulfed by the welcoming comfort of unconsciousness.


Alvin presses the cool cloth against her forehead before moving to her paws, carefully rubbing away the dried rusted blood from around her claws, he checks her bandages briefly and sighs.

At least the bleeding stopped.

He knows the moment she wakes, "Feels like I swallowed sand..." the complaint makes his grim frown twitch into a crooked grin, "That'd be the oatmeal I forced down your throat,"

Brittany glares at him through fever glazed eyes, "I hate oatmeal," she huffs as her eyelids droop and her lips tremble with a yawn, "Thank you,"

Alvin nods silently, staring into the pale blue light of the lantern he retrieved from a supply closet down the hall, "Where are we?" He lays a paw on her knee as she tries to sit up, she bats at it and immediately hisses in pain.

"Sorry!" She rolls her eyes, the action makes her slightly dizzy, "It's not your fault, I forgot," she points out, not liking the way the munk tucks his paws safely into his lap, eyes once again fixed upon the lantern.

"Hey..." Alvin glances at her and her shoulders slump, the joke dying on her tongue as she stares into the dulled embers, the golden hues now a flat amber.

"Al-"

"I wanted him to die slowly you know, to make him suffer...break every single one of his bones until he begged to be killed," Alvin clenches his paws into fists, staring down at the dark stains that have made themselves home upon his skin. "I liked it...I liked the feel of his bones snapping in my fists, I liked to watch the blood seep from his wounds and hear his screams, he did beg, when I had broken his arm he begged for me to just snap his neck, but I didn't want it to be that fast...I enjoyed it...I enjoyed watching his life fade from his eyes,"


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