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Disclaimer: I don't own Charlie's Angels or its characters.
XX
Cold, Warmth, Electricity and Blood
Anthony and Dylan
Anthony paced the cell throughout the night. He hated being confined in such a small space. And he knew that Dylan hated it here too. He glanced over at the cot and saw that she had fallen asleep. He smirked slightly. For all her protesting, Dylan had still slept.
He knew that Dylan was right when she had said they were in a bad situation here. It was likely that J would have them fight her thugs before they could fight J herself. That would weaken him and Dylan enough so that when they got to J, it would not matter if they fought J together.
Now he wished that he had his cane. It would have been a great help to have it to fight against J. But Anthony didn't have his cane, and he would have to make do without it. That was one of the reasons he admired Dylan- the fact that she did not depend heavily on weapons when she was fighting.
As he passed the cot again, Anthony noticed that Dylan was moving around. She was waking up.
Dylan
I hadn't really meant to fall asleep, but the tranquilizer still hadn't worn off yet. I sat up on the cot, rubbing an eye. "Do you know what time it is?" I asked Anthony.
"My watch is broken," he signed, answering me.
"Mine too," I said. I then sat on the edge of the cot and watched Anthony as he paced around the cell. After a while, I began to notice that whenever he exhaled, a puff of white would escape from his mouth. I breathed out deeply, and saw that I could see my breath too.
Shaking my head, I got off of the cot and walked over to the bucket of water. I looked inside and was surprised to see a ring of ice around the edge. Shivering, I stood up and wrapped my arms around myself. My jacket, like my cell phone, was at the Orphanage and all I had to keep me warm was a thin blouse.
"Is that why you're walking around like that?" I asked Anthony as I sat down on the cot. "To keep warm?"
He looked at me and shook his head. Then, seeing that I was shivering, he walked to me and made me stand up. He then started to rub my arms to try and get me warm. While he was doing that, he said, "Dylan," in a reassuring tone of voice.
I sighed and then stepped forward, resting my head on Anthony's chest. I closed my eyes as he stopped rubbing my arms and wrapped his arms around me. I felt the cold go away and felt myself grow calmer.
It was a perfect moment, but it didn't last for too long. The cell door opened and I heard McCadden say, sneeringly, "Now isn't that just lovely."
Anthony whirled around to face the woman and then he started to run to her, anger on his face.
Before he got five feet in front of her, McCadden pointed what looked like a remote at him and pressed the red button that was on it.
Anthony's leg jerked out from under him and her fell to the ground, hard. He clutched his leg and hissed in pain.
"Anthony!" I cried. I ran to him and helped him sit up. "What did you do to him?" I yelled at McCadden.
Tossing the remote up and down, McCadden said. "I had an electric shocker planted in his leg. Yours too, Angel. When I press the button on one of the remotes, you'll receive a shock of electricity." She grinned and put the remote in her pocket. "Now the shock isn't strong enough to do you serious harm, but it is enough to stop you both from attacking me," she said.
"So you'll make sure we can't fight by shocking us," I said. "And then you'll kill us."
"Oh no, not at all," McCadden said. "You see, the shocker is just for now. Once the time comes, the remotes will be destroyed and then you'll fight me."
"Luckily for you, we'll be weak from torture so you'll kill us easily," I spat out at her.
"That is the idea," McCadden said. Then she started to laugh maniacally.
"You bitch!" I yelled, my anger getting the best of me. I stood and ran towards her, ready to attack.
Without blinking, McCadden pulled out another remote from a different pocket and pushed the button on it.
Immediately, I felt a huge pain in my left leg. I fell to the ground, clutching it and trying not to cry out from the pain.
"My men shall be coming back for you two soon," McCadden said. "You'd both best say your prayers." With that, she turned and left, closing the cell door and locking it.
Anthony crawled toward me and signed, "The pain will go away in a few seconds." Then he took one of my hands off of my leg and entwined his fingers through my own.
"We have to get these out of our legs," I said as the throbbing pain lessened. "You don't have a knife or anything on you?"
Shaking his head, Anthony looked around the cell to see if there was anything he could use. Letting go of my hand, he stood and picked up the plastic tray that our bread had been on. Then he walked over to the cot and slammed the tray down on the metal frame.
With a loud crack, the tray split down the middle and he tossed aside one of the halves. Then, Anthony hit the piece of tray against the metal again. This time, he had two smaller pieces-they both had sharp points.
I stood up, as the pain in my leg was gone. I watched as Anthony took off his overcoat and started to rip it into long strips. "Anthony." I began, but I stopped.
Once the jacket was nothing but a pile of strips on the cot, he signed to me, "Bring the bucket over here."
I grabbed the bucket off of the ground and walked to where he was sitting, leaning against the wall on the cot. "Are you sure this is the only way Anthony?" I asked, knowing what he was going to do.
He didn't answer me and he pulled up his pant leg. Then taking a sharp piece of the tray, he cut deeply into his skin, right where a burn from the electric shocker had been. After a while, Anthony took out a small silver chip that was covered in blood. He dropped the piece of tray and the chip on the cot and he signed, "Clean the wound with water and then tie some strips on it."
I did so, noticing that while he hadn't cried out from the pain, he was very pale. Once I had wrapped the wound with the wool strips, I sat down on the cot.
Anthony got up and motioned for me to lean back against the wall so he could get the chip out of my leg.
I pushed myself back and leaned on the wall and I rolled up my pants leg. There was a horrible burn mark just under my knee and I winced.
With the other piece of tray in hand, Anthony looked at me and signed, "This is going to hurt."
I shook my head and said, "Just get it over with."
He nodded and brought the piece of plastic down to my leg, cutting the skin.
I could help it, and I cried out in pain, clutching the mattress so tightly my knuckles turned white.
After a while, Anthony found the chip and took it out of my leg. Then he quickly poured the cold water on my leg to clean the wound. He started to wrap the strips of his coat around my leg, tying them tightly into place.
He had finished, but the pain I was feeling was bad and I was sweating slightly.
Cleaning his hands with the leftover water and drying them with the coat strips, Anthony did not see that I was shaking slightly. Then he looked up at me and his eyes widened. He got onto the cot and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to him. "S-sorry D-Dylan," he said softly before he tilted my head up to his and he kissed me warmly.
Disclaimer: I don't own Charlie's Angels or its characters.
XX
Cold, Warmth, Electricity and Blood
Anthony and Dylan
Anthony paced the cell throughout the night. He hated being confined in such a small space. And he knew that Dylan hated it here too. He glanced over at the cot and saw that she had fallen asleep. He smirked slightly. For all her protesting, Dylan had still slept.
He knew that Dylan was right when she had said they were in a bad situation here. It was likely that J would have them fight her thugs before they could fight J herself. That would weaken him and Dylan enough so that when they got to J, it would not matter if they fought J together.
Now he wished that he had his cane. It would have been a great help to have it to fight against J. But Anthony didn't have his cane, and he would have to make do without it. That was one of the reasons he admired Dylan- the fact that she did not depend heavily on weapons when she was fighting.
As he passed the cot again, Anthony noticed that Dylan was moving around. She was waking up.
Dylan
I hadn't really meant to fall asleep, but the tranquilizer still hadn't worn off yet. I sat up on the cot, rubbing an eye. "Do you know what time it is?" I asked Anthony.
"My watch is broken," he signed, answering me.
"Mine too," I said. I then sat on the edge of the cot and watched Anthony as he paced around the cell. After a while, I began to notice that whenever he exhaled, a puff of white would escape from his mouth. I breathed out deeply, and saw that I could see my breath too.
Shaking my head, I got off of the cot and walked over to the bucket of water. I looked inside and was surprised to see a ring of ice around the edge. Shivering, I stood up and wrapped my arms around myself. My jacket, like my cell phone, was at the Orphanage and all I had to keep me warm was a thin blouse.
"Is that why you're walking around like that?" I asked Anthony as I sat down on the cot. "To keep warm?"
He looked at me and shook his head. Then, seeing that I was shivering, he walked to me and made me stand up. He then started to rub my arms to try and get me warm. While he was doing that, he said, "Dylan," in a reassuring tone of voice.
I sighed and then stepped forward, resting my head on Anthony's chest. I closed my eyes as he stopped rubbing my arms and wrapped his arms around me. I felt the cold go away and felt myself grow calmer.
It was a perfect moment, but it didn't last for too long. The cell door opened and I heard McCadden say, sneeringly, "Now isn't that just lovely."
Anthony whirled around to face the woman and then he started to run to her, anger on his face.
Before he got five feet in front of her, McCadden pointed what looked like a remote at him and pressed the red button that was on it.
Anthony's leg jerked out from under him and her fell to the ground, hard. He clutched his leg and hissed in pain.
"Anthony!" I cried. I ran to him and helped him sit up. "What did you do to him?" I yelled at McCadden.
Tossing the remote up and down, McCadden said. "I had an electric shocker planted in his leg. Yours too, Angel. When I press the button on one of the remotes, you'll receive a shock of electricity." She grinned and put the remote in her pocket. "Now the shock isn't strong enough to do you serious harm, but it is enough to stop you both from attacking me," she said.
"So you'll make sure we can't fight by shocking us," I said. "And then you'll kill us."
"Oh no, not at all," McCadden said. "You see, the shocker is just for now. Once the time comes, the remotes will be destroyed and then you'll fight me."
"Luckily for you, we'll be weak from torture so you'll kill us easily," I spat out at her.
"That is the idea," McCadden said. Then she started to laugh maniacally.
"You bitch!" I yelled, my anger getting the best of me. I stood and ran towards her, ready to attack.
Without blinking, McCadden pulled out another remote from a different pocket and pushed the button on it.
Immediately, I felt a huge pain in my left leg. I fell to the ground, clutching it and trying not to cry out from the pain.
"My men shall be coming back for you two soon," McCadden said. "You'd both best say your prayers." With that, she turned and left, closing the cell door and locking it.
Anthony crawled toward me and signed, "The pain will go away in a few seconds." Then he took one of my hands off of my leg and entwined his fingers through my own.
"We have to get these out of our legs," I said as the throbbing pain lessened. "You don't have a knife or anything on you?"
Shaking his head, Anthony looked around the cell to see if there was anything he could use. Letting go of my hand, he stood and picked up the plastic tray that our bread had been on. Then he walked over to the cot and slammed the tray down on the metal frame.
With a loud crack, the tray split down the middle and he tossed aside one of the halves. Then, Anthony hit the piece of tray against the metal again. This time, he had two smaller pieces-they both had sharp points.
I stood up, as the pain in my leg was gone. I watched as Anthony took off his overcoat and started to rip it into long strips. "Anthony." I began, but I stopped.
Once the jacket was nothing but a pile of strips on the cot, he signed to me, "Bring the bucket over here."
I grabbed the bucket off of the ground and walked to where he was sitting, leaning against the wall on the cot. "Are you sure this is the only way Anthony?" I asked, knowing what he was going to do.
He didn't answer me and he pulled up his pant leg. Then taking a sharp piece of the tray, he cut deeply into his skin, right where a burn from the electric shocker had been. After a while, Anthony took out a small silver chip that was covered in blood. He dropped the piece of tray and the chip on the cot and he signed, "Clean the wound with water and then tie some strips on it."
I did so, noticing that while he hadn't cried out from the pain, he was very pale. Once I had wrapped the wound with the wool strips, I sat down on the cot.
Anthony got up and motioned for me to lean back against the wall so he could get the chip out of my leg.
I pushed myself back and leaned on the wall and I rolled up my pants leg. There was a horrible burn mark just under my knee and I winced.
With the other piece of tray in hand, Anthony looked at me and signed, "This is going to hurt."
I shook my head and said, "Just get it over with."
He nodded and brought the piece of plastic down to my leg, cutting the skin.
I could help it, and I cried out in pain, clutching the mattress so tightly my knuckles turned white.
After a while, Anthony found the chip and took it out of my leg. Then he quickly poured the cold water on my leg to clean the wound. He started to wrap the strips of his coat around my leg, tying them tightly into place.
He had finished, but the pain I was feeling was bad and I was sweating slightly.
Cleaning his hands with the leftover water and drying them with the coat strips, Anthony did not see that I was shaking slightly. Then he looked up at me and his eyes widened. He got onto the cot and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to him. "S-sorry D-Dylan," he said softly before he tilted my head up to his and he kissed me warmly.