NO. 10 POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS
Prompt: Taser Whipping Waterboarding
Yes- I wrote a similar storyline in my other fic… we are just changing some things here.
The Umbrellas woke up one by one.
"Is everyone alright?" Luther asked.
"I have a splitting headache." Klaus complained.
Viktor seemed a little groggy.
"Something doesn't feel right." Viktor slurred a bit, trying to sit up.
"I think he has been drugged," Diego put his hands on Viktors cheeks to get a good look at his eyes.
Allison frowned as she discovered she couldn't talk. She tapped at her throat.
"Oh good. You're awake," came a voice over a speaker.
Diego froze and looked up.
"The Handler." He looked around, realizing one of them was missing. "Where is Five?" He demanded.
"He is with me," came the reply. "See?"
A flicker came up on a screen in the corner.
Five was laying in a chair, strapped into it. He was bruised, his head lolled to one side.
Allison stepped forward, her lips forming the name of her brother, but no sound was coming out.
"What do you want?" Luther asked.
"Revenge," The Handler said simply as she looked at the camera.
Luther and Diego looked at each other. Luther passed Viktor to Klaus, and went over to the door.
Luther pulled at it, smashed at it, but it was too strong of a door. Like a vault door. The only person among them to ever break one of those before was currently drugged.
"I suppose you'll just have to enjoy the show," the Handler called out to them.
-UA-
The Handler turned to Five.
"Wakey wakey," she slapped at his cheeks.
Five opened his eyes and looked around confused.
"Wha-?"
"You're home, Five," she leaned down, stroking his cheek. "You've come home where you belong. But you've been so bad…" Her hand continued down to his stomach and she lifted his shirt.
Five looked at her disgusted. He pulled his stomach back at her tickling touch, desperate to pull himself away from her in any way he could. She leaned closer to him, whispering in his ear, "Time to teach you what happens to bad dogs."
She shoved a taser against his stomach and he cried out at the shock of it.
She glanced over to the camera with a wicked grin, as she heard on the audio the Hargreeves cry out, demanding that she stop.
She released Five from the shock. His body relaxed and he gasped.
"Your family wants to fight for you," she informed him. "I guess that must feel good for you, considering everything you did to get back to them…"
She sighed as his eyes drooped. She gave him a sharp smack to his cheek. "None of that, wake up!"
He opened his eyes and they barely focused on her. "Not sure what you…think you are going to get out of me."
"More screams if I play my cards right." She put down the taser and picked up a pair of scissors.
"You're going to stab me with scissors?" Five chuckled.
"No… they are to help me get rid of obstacles," she informed him, as she snipped at his shirt.
"What-?" He wriggled slightly, then hissed as he got nicked by the scissors.
She waved over two helpers. Men that were just standing to the side, observing. They flipped him onto his stomach, connecting his restraints once more.
He grunted with frustration as he tried to pull them.
But his body went rigid again when he heard the crack, and felt a sharp sting against his bare back.
He winced, but refused to give her the satisfaction of a sound. She knew immediately what he was doing.
"I guess we will see how long you can keep this up."
She pulled the whip back and aimed.
-UA-
Allison winced at every cracking sound, tears rolling down her eyes.
Luther and Diego struggled at the door, desperate to open it.
"Viktor?" Klaus eyed their smallest brother, who had his eyes closed, but in concentration.
Crack.
Whimper.
Crack.
Gasp.
CRACK.
Finally Five let out a yelp.
And that was the sound that triggered Viktors eyes open, glowing white as he let out an energy wave. The area around the door cracked.
That's all Luther needed to punch it open.
They ran out into the hall.
-UA-
Five's head, once again, dropped to one side.
"Oh shoot," the Handler pouted. "Did I go too hard?"
His back was lined with bruises and blood.
She approached him.
He was unconscious.
"Alright," she patted his head. "You can rest for now. But the moment you wake, we are starting right up again."
She turned to find herself facing the other siblings.
"Oh! You got out," she said as calmly as she could.
She was answered with a punch to her face by Allison. Viktor looked at Five's back and then at the Handler, stepping forward as his glow returned.
"Get him out of here," Viktor said quietly.
The other's hesitated for a moment, but undid The restraints that were holding their brother. Luther and Diego gently put Five over Luther's shoulder, so they didn't touch the injuries on his back.
They left without a word.
-UA-
Five woke up on his stomach. This was not a familiar position to him, but his back was burning with pain.
He groaned, not even able to shift comfortably.
"Five?" Luther knelt next to him. "Don't try to move too much. Allison just put the ointment on your wounds. In a bit we'll put some ice on them.
Five looked at Luther and simply said "thanks" before slipping back into unconsciousness.
Luther looked to Allison.
"He should be ok," she said, her voice still quiet from just returning.
"He better be." Luther looked out the door. "Or Viktor may tear up the whole Commission."
They looked down at their brother, all beaten up.
What did he do to get back to him that made the Commission hate him so much?
I made it through this prompt and I didn't hate it!
Sorry if you did though