Collaborated with LVEZZ
WARNING: Torture involved.
Hours ago, the Legion Ship came to the planet, within fifteen minutes the team had the guards surrendering and Roulette out in cuffs. Using a gate to get to Earth, they placed her into a cell while Oliver scoured the place from top to bottom for a hidden place for the girls. Losing his pacience he paces outside of her room, out of sight waiting for Alex to give her report to go in and question her. He watches Mon-El, "we better not have been too late, for all we know she shipped them off someplace else! And we're here letting time tick by!" He says while trying to keep his temper in check. "I'm usually level headed and trying to keep her calm;" he comments exasperated.
Alex walked up to J'onn. "We need answers! She is not talking, it is time for slugging!"
Mon El watched as Alex confronted the Director.
"I will go in there and beat it out of her!" She bit out, barely containing her anger.
J'onn tilts his head to the side, "I'm going to go into there, you may OBSERVE only." He raises his right index finger.
"I hate that they were no where to be found on that planet." Mon El told Imra sadly. "Their signature would have shown up."
"What if they were in lead and we couldn't trace them?" He asked Oliver worried.
J'onn walks over to the door and takes the handle. Watching Alex in the corner of his eye. Oliver shoves his hands into his pockets and yanks them back out again. "No... I searched! There was no lead there, I looked for trap doors everywhere!"
"We could have left them behind. There had to have been lead readings." Mon El argued.
Oliver looks at J'onn, "let me in there please!"
J'onn looks at Oliver and shakes his head, "give me five minutes Queen... please," and he steps through the door.
Alex runs in with him.
Shaking his head Oliver steps in after J'onn and folds his arms across his chest. "This is my wife..."
Sighing, he rubs his face, "very well... but you both observe!" He states firmly before walking up to her glass and placing his hands onto his hips.
Alex, Oliver, and J'onn now stare at Roulette.
"Let me in there J'onn!" Alex demanded, getting into his face. She looked at him with murderous intent.
Roulette sits there, legs crossed and looking unphased.
J'onn holds her back, "Alex I will have you restrained if you persist!" He states, "I want the answers as much as you do!"
"Believe me! I will get them!" She growled reaching for the entrance to get into the cell.
"Are you done yet?" Roulette asks and places her hands onto her knee, neatly folded.
The Director got a transmission from his agents still on the planet. It was only for him. He hears the message in his ear piece.
"Director Sir. Bloodied kryptonite has been found. It is their blood Sir." He hears.
J'onn grabs onto both of her biceps and pulls her back, "do you want answers Agent Danvers?" He pauses and groans.
Oliver walks over and places a hand onto Alex's shoulder. "Let me have a minute with her, okay?"
Roulette scoffs, "you, seriously? You're nothing but muscle, you would have done well in the matches in that arena... but you would have only lasted a couple of rounds... I can see you on the dirt ground lying in your own blood. Pathetic like Supergirl and her twin," she smiles at the memories.
Oliver storms up to the glass and punches it hard. His nostrils flaring, "don't you ever talk about my wife like that again!"
"They are kryptonite knives and swords Sir. I think they are dead."
J'onn closes his eyes, and then rubs them, "how much blood is there?" He turns away to look at Alex and Oliver.
"Every blade is covered Sir. And some of them are broken."
Roulette stands up, "you can't handle the truth, can you?" She says and straightens her back to look at Alex. "I told you they escaped... you want to know the details?" She taunts.
"We analyzed the blood from our data. It is both of theirs or one of theirs. We have no idea- except that their blood is identical."
"Yes!" Alex bit out angrily.
Ready to tear that door down to put an end to her life. His face red in anger, muscles tight and about to flinch into action.
Smirking coyly, "Supergirl got the upper hand after her first fight... broke her hand on an alien who thought injecting kryptonite would give him a boost... she killed him," she says off handedly. Stepping back to watch the two, "she made the attempt to get away, so we had her twin put into rags and chained to a post," she grins at the memory. "Oooh poor sweet Supergirl stopped struggling then," she bites her bottom lip looking down at the glass before her.
"Put into rags herself then, in front of everyone... chained to a post like her twin... both got 10 lashings with kryptonite," she clasps her hands together as though thinking of a fond memory. "The sound it makes! The tears... whimpers... the blood..." she looks at Alex and steps in front of her at the glass.
"I broke Supergirl... dragged through the dirt with a broken hand and her back cut open..." looking at Oliver. "Blood dripping down her back... no way to tell which lashing did it, all muddled together," she grins devilishly.
Oliver searches for the way to open the door, wanting in there now.
Alex grabs the door, already knowing the code and runs in.
"Alright Bitch!" She pulls her up by her neck, she is unable to stop her as her hands are shackled behind her in cuffs. "Where is my sister?" She gets right into her face, still holding her by her throat.
J'onn has to grab Oliver and yank him back, in this case thankful he's human and puts in a call for him to be escorted out. "I'm going to kill you! Fucking kill you!" Oliver shouts and spits as he is dragged out.
Roulette doesn't look alarmed as she watches the man in the background fighting with three guards and almost gets free. Her eyes widen when he manages to drop and starts charging.
"Don't make me ask again!" Alex told her, ready to punch her in the nose. Alex squeezed harder.
"Dead!" She says flatly and looks at Alex. "They became too much trouble."
"You had them killed?" She asked horrified.
Oliver finally gets past the guards and tears up for J'onn to grab him and phase out with him. Three seconds later J'onn is behind Alex.
Roulette, "that you believe?" She partially scoffs, "tortured and let bleed to death. No, they escaped the planet and before we could investigate further you showed up!"
"So, they are still alive or dead? Which is it Roulette?" Alex held a fist next to her face.
Roulette looks her in the eye, "alive... but there's no telling for how long. It's a tough world out there in space travel." She looks at her fist and shrugs a little, "do it or don't. Make up your mind."
She punched her hard, dropping her throat, and causing her a black eye.
"So, the blood although theirs ...they are still alive after torturing them with kryptonite?" Alex asked watching her struggle to get up.
She is still cuffed from behind. Roulette scoffs and sits there, "what makes you believe anything I say? I had them whipped 10... 15... 20 times?" Then she mocks a pouting face, "please stop!"
Oliver is at the door pacing with three guards keeping him out. Hands balled up tightly.
"Do you want to be beaten to death?" Alex threatened watching her straighten and sit up on the floor. "I suggest you shut up about the torture." She eyed her dangerously, "because you are this close from an accidental death." She puts up her thumb and index finger with very little space in between.
"Let me in there!" Oliver shouts and watches J'onn walk up. "I have experience here Director, I can do what your people can't! I will find out what that bitch is hiding and everything else! Give me a room with her and I'll find out all of her secrets!" He points into the room. "For the woman you see like a daughter and for my wife!" He cranes his head as much as he can to see what is going on. "Danvers help me out here!"
Roulette smiles at his words, "very well then... Danvers. But I don't think you have the stomach for what I've got to tell. He might... but he will kill me," she shrugs. Knowing right now the odds are stacked against her.
"Let him in." Alex told J'onn evenly.
J'onn looks over his shoulder, "excuse me?" As though he heard her wrong.
"I said let him in."
"Not a chance," J'onn says firmly.
"We need answers. Do I need to punch them out of you?"
Walking up to Agent Danvers quickly, "I am just as concerned about getting Supergirl and Overgirl back. Knowing they've been hurt terribly doesn't help, but we need to keep a level head." He looks at Roulette, and then turns to the doorway, "do you really want Oliver to be in here on his own with her or do you plan on watching him torture her?" He asks her warily.
"I guess not." She admitted.
Oliver is watching from the doorway, anxiously and scratches the back of his head. "They could be dying out there! The longer we wait the less likely we'll find them, at least let me talk to you about my methods!" He can see the guards are eyeing him. "I'm not proud of my past, but you want Supergirl back and getting better, right?" He glares.
She looks at J'onn hopeful. "Let him try J'onn."
J'onn looks at her seriously and stands there contemplating for a minute. Finally, he motions, the guards leave the doorway. "What do you require?" He asks, afraid of the answer.
Oliver looks at Roulette, staring down at her, "don't worry about that... I'll get through to her with as little as possible..." he leaves the room and returns shortly with a duffle bag and a chair. He looks at Alex, "go... this won't take long."
Roulette looks back and forth, "you can't be serious!" Looking nervous about being locked in a room with him.
"No, I will stay. I got you here, I will supervise."
Oliver sets her up onto a steel chair, Roulette of course struggled but he strapped her down with leather straps. "Alex, I'm not going to be proud of what I'm going to be doing... you don't need to be here," he watches Roulette continue to pull and her chest heave in fear and frustration.
"I'm fine." She said leaning against the cell wall, arms folded.
Oliver watches J'onn leave and leans down into her face. "What happened with the ladies?"
Roulette eyes the duffle bag in the corner of her eye, "they got away, what more is there to it?" She spits out in anger at the way she's being treated.
"There's obviously more to it then that." Alex told her matter of fact.
Oliver turns to Alex and away from Roulette, whispers, "I will dislocate a finger... the sound will not be pleasant and if I don't get what we need another... if nothing still I'll break a finger," he watches her eyes. He doesn't wish to disgust her, but have her aware of his plan.
Alex simply stood still with arms crossed. "Ask your question first Oliver."
He gives a firm nod and turns to Roulette, "how long ago was it from when we came that they'd been gone?" He stands before her and she smirks.
"You think I keep track of trivial things like that?" Roulette asks in return and Oliver slaps her which stuns her.
"You are a woman of numbers! You keep track of those your dealing with and knowing you had Kryptonite means you put money into those ladies! When they took off you kept track of every second that your investment was gone... now how long had they been gone for?" He watches her stare into his eyes.
Roulette almost snarls, "maybe a day, I had other fighters to concern myself with as well-" she spits out a scream as he dislocates her index finger and she squirms in her chair.
"Try again!" Oliver threatens.
Roulette leans back in her chair, not wanting to show fear but feeling less confident. "Just over a day," she swallows, "I sent out a hunting party and they came up empty. An hour or so before you came we had reports of them in the market!" She bites back.
"Was that so hard?" Oliver challenges, "what ship did they take? Or was it the portal?"
Alex continued to stare at her as she was being interrogated.
"It was a ship! We had a few there in the port at the time, you think I know which-" Roulette screams and does her best to kick and thrash. "You will pay for this! No one does this to me!" She looks to be getting unhinged and Oliver slaps her again.
"You know exactly which ship or you were about to find out! You put out a search party then you sure as hell wanted to hunt down your investment! Quit stalling! Threats are useless against me now answer the question!" He turns and pulls out a set of pliers, holding them in the air. "Or I'll start breaking those perfectly manicured nails..."
"I can't! I still have deals going on... I have connections and if I divulge on them and get out then I'll be dead! You have no idea how deep it is nor how long it took me to get to where I am! This would be worse than Supergirl shutting me down on Earth!" She watches him slip the tool around her dislocated finger and give her a look. 'One more word that isn't what he wants to hear and he'll do it.'
"Oliver- give her a chance to answer." Alex told him quickly. She walks over to her. "Well?" She asked demanding answers.
Oliver keeps his eyes on Roulette, "the ball is in her court... if she doesn't give me the right answer then I'll break."
Roulette takes in and lets out a deep breath and watches the tool. Pressing her lips together firmly into a thin line. Her eyes go up to Oliver and her chest rises and falls quickly. "A cruise ship of sorts carrying wealthy individuals," she stares into his eyes. "You will pay for this... Oliver," she says with venom.
It takes every amount of restraint to not break her finger, every amount of self restraint. "What was the ship called?" He asks evenly.
Rolling her eyes, she glances down at her hand, "those who get to be at our events are privileged. Not just anyone can get to see aliens fighting in an arena." She looks at Alex, "there is no way to track that ship!" She spits out angrily. "They burn the passenger list after every visit to the planet and the data is erased. They take every precaution to ensure that the guests cannot be found, tracked, etcetera... only they can find their way back here if they can manage it and that planet was over 2 days worth away from Earth. The planet's those individuals are from even further!" She looks at Oliver. "You'll never find them," she says with finality.
Oliver stares at her as he processes it and wets his lips, "where are the other arenas?"
She stares at him, not daring to move. "There are no other's," she says flatly, and a snap is heard followed by her screaming. She stomps as best she can at the ground and grips the arm rester tightly with her other hand. Tears coming down her cheeks and she looks up at him to see he's already positioned himself at another finger.
"Before you think of lying again... I've got plenty of fingers and I can get creative," Oliver warns her, staring at her void of emotion. "If there's so much secrecy there would be more than one planet, I'm sure there's trades that take place. They probably go from one planet to another to watch events just like with sports here." He looks at her coldly, "you tell me where the other planets are, we find out all of those who were on the ship and find out where they're all from. Check out the closest one to where your arena was and go from there, either way... I'm getting my answers."
She lets out a shuddering breath, "you're foolish... you'll never find them!" She barks and looks back and forth between them. "Everything I have done will be gone..."
"Their lives matter more to me than your reputation, you choose to deal in slavery not once but twice. Where are the other arenas and I'm not going to ask again!" Oliver says, keeping his hand steady but ready to make his point known. He isn't going to stop until she tells them what he wants to know.
Her bottom lip trembles, her heart is racing as she looks at each of them. Sweat is appearing down her neck, her eyes dart around as she works to come up with a compromise or something.
"Well?" Alex asked her waiting, "I can't hold him back and you have already lost one."
Roulette looks at her and blinks away sweat as she still feels the pain all the way up her arm, she knows the throbbing won't stop anytime soon and the idea of having it done again and again has her rattled. "Can we make a deal?" She asks hesitantly.
"I'm listening. I see you will have no fingers left the way you are going." She stated still with arms crossed, leaning, watching her.
Roulette visibly swallows, "I want to be able to have phone calls if I give away the locations," she says as strongly as she can.
"Why? To warm your scum slaving friends that we are coming? No deal." She paused. "You don't have to worry about giving them up. You will be locked away protected...or we can put you away for enslaving humans on Blood Moon." Alex walked over to her. Standing near her glaring down. "Give us the locations of the other arenas." She growled, "Or you will be put on charges of murder!"
"I can't call those who are involved with the arenas... they're not here on Earth!" Roulette says and looks down, "2 calls a month?" She looks up pleadingly.
"Two calls for what? You will no longer be able to conduct business. You will be in prison. Or we could have you executed- it could go that way if a trial comes down to it. You have enslaved and subsequently killed hundreds I am sure. So, give the names of the other arenas, and we may be able to lessen your charges." She walks back to the cell wall and leans again. "Up to you."
Roulette looks at Oliver and her mind works like crazy, "you didn't get this skill set of torturing through the DEO," she stares at him hard. "You've got a past of your own which I'm sure would have never allowed you to work side by side with her... you got a deal."
"He is from another universe. Another Earth. It's complicated. Either give them up so we can investigate, or I hand you over to the NCPD and they throw away the key." She held up her phone. "All I need to do is make a phone call. You are lucky I haven't pounded your face more!" She threatened, seeing the black eye starting to form.
Oliver tightens his grip on the finger, just so she can feel the squeeze and she bites her bottom lip. "I left my work... I didn't go back to it like you did." He says evenly.
Roulette looks between them and straightens her back as best she can. "Fine... NCPD."
Oliver grins, "nice try... I will count to three and if you don't give me an answer this finger breaks... 1"
Her eyes dart back and forth, "take me to the NCPD!"
"No that is if you give up the locations, otherwise I will let him cut every single digit. Now, which will it be? Locations? Or fingers? You must have real scum bags you work with."
Her eyes dart frantically, "let me have 1 call and I'll tell you everything! All I know, just let me call one relative!" Her heart is hammering into her ribs and she swears it's ready to burst from anxiety. Wishing she could have a heart attack to get out of here.
"And what would that one call be about?" Alex asked dead serious.
She feels sweat drip down the side of her face, "I need to make sure a cousin is taken care of," she says while staring at her with fear
"One call. Supervised." She pulls out her phone again. "Then you give all the locations?"
Roulette nods eagerly and closes her eyes, recalling the number, "Yes-yes I'll give all the locations if I can get the one call put in... it's 1-674-802-1189," she wishes like heck now that she could have privacy, but times are dire, and she needs to get this call out. Swallowing as she waits for the phone to be placed at her ear.
Things are going to take a turn for the worse, what did you think of the interrogation scene? What did you dislike?
-SLITH/LVEZ