So this story is inspired by I-am-the-survivor's "Don't Let Go". It's kind of hard to write about these two since the show's cancellation. I need some ideas! Also if anyone would like to send me some ideas about any fanfics, I would be more than happy to read from you guys! Just PM me and we'll talk.
A scream rippled through Clarice's throat. Her back lifted off the table as she threw her head back in pain. Pulse wires were strapped to her temples and forehead with adhesive patches, creating a pain she had never felt before.
Finally, her body relaxed onto the table. Her breathing was heavy and a thin layer of sweat covered her body. Her eyes looked around the room unfocused, trying to collect her thoughts. She honestly couldn't even remember the question.
"So Ms. Fong," Dr. Campbell circle the table she laid on, "are you ready to tell me where your Underground headquarters are?"
Her head rolled to face him. She glared into his eyes then moved her head back towards the ceiling, eyes looking forward.
"Go to hell." she snarled.
"Hmm. Let me tell you something, Ms. Fong. You see this remote here," he held up the small device, "has ten settings. We have only made it up to number three and I can see that you are struggling, my dear. So imagine how much anguish you'll be in if you don't tell me what I want to hear."
Clarice snapped her head towards the man and glared daggers. "Yeah, newsflash buddy. I'm not telling you anything. You can kill me if you want but you're not getting a thing out of me."
Dr. Campbell laughed. "Kill you? No, darling, I'm not going to do that." He matched her fierce look, rage and frustration glazing over his eyes. "I'm going to make you wish you were never born."
A click was heard as Campbell pressed a button on the remote and Clarice's entire body tensed as she let out an ear-splitting scream. Purple sparks started to light up around the room.
"Have you found anything yet?"
"No. I'm still looking."
"Look harder," John growled.
"You know, saying that isn't going to help." Sage turned her body to him to give him a reprimanding look.
John ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Sorry."
He knew she was working hard. She'd been at it for almost 5 and a half hours. He thought she would've found something by now. He's worried.
John turned and walked into the hallway, leaning his back against the wall. He slides down until he hit the ground. His legs were pulled up and his head rested in his hands.
Clarice had been missing for a while now. They had been on a supply run at a small homeless shelter when Sentinel Services had ambushed them. He didn't know who tipped them off but he guessed it was one of the vendors around the city.
Clarice had gotten everyone out using her portals but they started to wear her out slowly. He should have told her to stop, told her that they could run. But she was doing so well and he thought she could hold for a little longer.
She and John were the last ones left to escape. Everyone else was in a safe place on the outskirts of the Underground. Clarice ripped a portal through the air as quickly as she could, a sheen of sweat on her forehead.
She was breathing heavily. She's never opened this many portals in a short period of time before. With all the energy she used today she'd need to sleep at least a week.
"Hurry up and jump through!" she said as she struggled to hold the portal up.
John hurtled his body through the portal, rolling on the ground from the force of his jump. He stood up quickly to wait for Clarice, ready to catch her. As Clarice moved to jump through, two electrical wires plunged into her.
John watched as Clarice let out a pain-riddled scream and fell to the ground. A Sentinel Service guard run up from behind her, stun gun in hand. Her portal snaps close, effectively splitting the two apart.
John closed his eyes at the memory. He had to get her back. And he would. If it was the last thing he'd do.
I may make a part 2 for this later. I hope you enjoyed it. CALL ME OUT ON MY MISTAKES! Review please.