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When Steve regained consciousness he found himself laying, face down, on a cold, dank surface and there was a loud clanging sound that seemed to be coming from the walls.
Pushing himself up as far he was able, groaning and wincing in pain from his throbbing ribs he collapsed down on his butt, breathing heavily from the exertion.
He looked around the room that he surmised was serving as his cell. There wasn't enough light in the cell for him to get a good sense of where he was but he was able to deduce that it was near machinery, which he was able to guess by the smell of oil and sawdust adding that to the sounds coming from the walls.
He saw a sliver of light coming from what he could make out as a door. Crawling forward he tried to get more of the light in by prying around the edges but all he managed to do was give himself various slivers.
"I want to speak to Leader!" he shouted, hoping that someone would hear him.
It took a while but he could finally hear several heavy footsteps approaching. He backed away from the door when he heard the bolts on the door unlocking and the door swung in.
"Johnny hit you too hard, you've been out for five hours" Leader stepped forward and stood in front of him, his three bodyguards stood behind him, ready to pounce when a threat arose or as ordered.
Due to not being exposed to the light in such a long amount of time that he was squinting from the sudden exposure.
"I'm here now Leader, I assume this is the place where you plan to make me complete?" he asked, glaring up at Leader.
A smile crossed Leader's face and Steve had a very bad feeling that he was in for a world of hurt.
"Not quite yet, you see Steven you're a rogue, a traitor and as such you need to be dealt with, reprogrammed if you will" moving aside his three bodyguards strode forward pulled Steve up from the ground, almost pulling both of his arms out of their sockets.
Before Steve could protest he was choked off by a metal collar being locked around his throat and a strong tug backwards from the leash attached to the collar.
The collar almost completely cut off his airways but thankfully there was just enough room for him to get the necessary amount of air, and luckily to cough as well because that was exactly what he was doing right now.
As he was trying to get control of his breathing the leash was handed over to Leader who took it with a sadistic smile, he watched as Steve's hands were bound together and when his coughing fit subsided he tugged on the leash and forced Steve backwards so that his head was leaning on his shoulder and his body was stretched in an awkward position.
"Why don't you and I take a little walk?" pushing him to the side, the guards having all ready moved to the sides of the door, was forced to stumble out of the room with Leader holding his leash.
There wasn't much light in this part either, the only lights that were in here were almost completely dead and flickering in and out, creating instances of complete darkness.
Screams echoed from the cells that they passed and dirty, sometimes mangled hands reached out for them as they passed and the guards behind them would beat the appendage until they were back inside their cells.
He was forced to a stop when they came to a vaulted door that had flecks of blood on and around it. Things were not looking up.
One guard walked forward and spun the vault until a loud click echoed and the door swung itself open, the guard resumed his position behind Leader.
Being shoved forward Steve found himself in a circular room that had candles that lit the walls, two chains that hung from the ceiling down to the center of room and an incinerator in the corner of the room.
Once again he was handed off to the guards and forcibly dragged to the chains, he tried to resist, scuffing his feet along the floor to slow them down but he was struck across the head and, like a rag doll, easily manipulated to where they could hang him from the chains and even remove his shoes. The leash was removed but that was no small glory because the collar remained.
Leader walked up to him and simply looked at him, his features amused but also aroused at the sight Steve made.
It was no secret that Leader liked pretty things, male or female, and he had always had an unquenchable desire for Steven the moment he hit puberty, and he had only gotten juicier with age.
Placing his hands on Steve's chest he shamelessly caressed the rock hard muscles that were hidden under a thin layer of cloth. Without warning he ripped the front of the shirt open, starting from the color of the plain white T-Shirt all the way down so that the shirt was completely ripped down the middle.
Steve was shocked at this action, what the hell was Leader doing? And he really didn't like the look he was giving him it almost looked like...lust? Oh god, it was lust!
He tried to pull away from his unwanted caress but there was nowhere for him to go and he was forced to endure the disgusting touch of someone who wasn't Danny.
When Leader pulled away Steve silently breathed a sigh of relief, but his relief was short lived when one of the bodyguards walked up to him with a smooth brown wooden box, Leader lifted the lid and blocked his view of what lay inside but when he turned he could see that he was holding a wicked black whip.
Shit!
"Your reconditioning begins now" he stroked the tendrils of the whip in a loving manner and his eyes gleamed with dark intentions.
Steve's eyes followed Leader as he walked around him, continuing to stroke the whip until he was finally behind him and out of view but certainly not out of mind.
The first lick came without warning, he couldn't contain the scream that came out or the shaking of his body from the endorphins that were building up. The pain centered from his shoulder and a little ways down his back and he could feel the trickle of blood traveling down his back and the air in the room gliding over his skin, making the sting even worse.
"You were always my favorite Steven, so much potential yet you wasted it away, denying its existence! I had hoped that one day you would be my successor, maybe you still can" Leader said, a hint of remorse in his voice.
He didn't try to hold the bark of laughter that he emitted, though he regretted it when the laughing irritated his lacerated skin.
"Me? Lead? I would rather be stuck in the pit with no chance of escape!" he retorted,
His refusal was met with two more whippings, one that actually managed to make the tendrils wrap around his arm, he cried out in pain. It felt like Leader was trying to rip his arm off.
The tendril was violently pulled back, leaving behind a wicked laceration that wrapped around his entire bicep.
For another 3 excruciating minutes his back was attacked, along with slices on his neck, arms, shoulders and even parts of his legs.
He was thankful when the whipping stopped. His back was on fire and his arms felt like they were being torn out of his sockets. With his head resting on his collarbone and his consciousness fading he could barely make out Leader walking around him and stopping in front of him; he could only make out a blurry image of his feet before a blurry hand lifted his chin and the foggy image of Leader came into view.
"For a Navy Seal you aren't as tough as I was led to believe" he commented, a dark smile on his poisonous lips.
In response Steve spat in his face, hatred burning like coals of ember in his eyes.
Leader wiped the spit off his face but the smile grew into a devilish smirk and his laughed, "that's the spirit!" releasing his chin Leader handed the whip over to one of his bodyguards then re-grasped his chin and tilted it to the right, examining the long jagged cut on his neck.
"Yes, I believe these will do quite nicely" another guard walked up to him and handed him a small pouch, taking the pouch Leader ordered the guards to let him down but to restrain his hands.
When the chains were unlocked Steve gracelessly slumped to the ground with a loud thud and a groan of pain.
Kneeling down before him he opened the pouch and slipped a finger inside and when he pulled it back out it was covered in black ash.
A guard walked behind Steve and held his head back.
"You shall wear the mark of the Rogue until you have completed the reprogramming" Leader said as he painted a symbol on his forehead. When the mark was finished he wiped his finger off on Steve's shoulder.
Standing up he ordered the guards to take the Rogue back to his cell.
Two guards picked him up from the ground, practically having to drag him out of the room and down the path with the other prisoners yelling and cursing at the guards as they passed.
When they reached his cell, they opened the door and carelessly tossed him inside, closing the door with a note of finality to it.
Pulling himself across the floor he made it to the bed of thin cloths that were on the floor and collapsed himself onto the pile and sighed in relief.
Looking up at the ceiling he started counting the cracks in the ceiling and thought of the life he had left behind.
"If there were ever a time for a 5-0 rescue, now would be the time" he quietly said to himself.
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After much convincing Chin finally left the Williams' residence and walked the short distance to his own home.
With Chin finally gone Danny collapsed onto his couch and stared at the dark serene of his TV. He wasn't in the mood to watch anything and the last thing he wanted to do was sleep because that would lead to dreaming and his dreams, as of late, always had Steve in them.
Even though he had said goodbye it didn't feel right, it felt like he was missing something...something important. He needed to move, do something to get out of that train of thought. Standing up, he paced in front of his couch, wringing his hands and messing up his hair. Subconsciously he started to beat his right fist into his left palm and when he realized what he was doing he paused.
Maybe...
Going into action he stormed through his house and out into his pint sized garage. Walking over to the punching bag that was leaning against the wall he unbuttoned his button up and tugged it off so that his undershirt was showing. Hauling the bag up from the floor, the physical therapy and meds for his knee and back really paying off, he carried the bag over to the hook that was hanging from the ceiling and attached the punching bag.
Already having the supplies needed he picked up the boxingtape from a nearby shelf and wrapped a fair amount around his knuckles then walked back over to the bag. He knew that he should be wearing gloves but he wanted to feel the sting of the blows.
He may have made peace but he was still angry.
Curling his fists he threw out the first few jabs and the invigorating relief was instantaneous, but it wasn't enough, he wanted more!
Relentlessly he gave out punch after punch, the skin of his knuckles starting to break and his heart rate picking up and adrenaline began to kick in.
Blow after blow after blow, so many that he had lost count and his hands were paying the price. The tape was bloody and starting to unpeel itself and were pulsing with pain from the relentless assault, his shirt was drenched in sweat.
With a final powerful blow he staggered away, the bag swaying back and forth with blood smears on it and small droplets of blood leading away from the bag.
His back meeting the wall he slid down and gasped in deep breaths, trying to get enough air into his lungs. He ripped off the tape and dropped it to the side, his knuckles swelling, bruising and bleeding profusely.
Lifting the abused knuckles to a level where he could see them he let out a bitter laugh, "even in death your still getting me hurt" dropping his hands onto his lap he banged his head against the wall and closed his eyes. His breathing slowly returning to normal.
He was brought out of his state when his phone rang, shifting his position he got his phone out and was greeted by the smiling picture of his daughter Gracie.
Accepting the call he held the phone to his ear, "hey monkey, how's my favorite girl doing?" he asked, the sound of his daughter's voice bringing a rare smile to his face.
"I'm doing great Danno, my class went to the aquarium today and we saw all kinds of fish and turtles and dolphins and..."she went off to describe all the different sea animals that she saw and the new pet fish that mommy bought her.
Getting lost in his little girl's description of her day the pain in his knuckles went away and for a moment everything was right in the world, his little girl was happy, healthy and safe.
"Danno?...Danno? Are you still there?" he was brought back to the world when he heard his daughter's question.
"Yeah monkey I'm still here, daddy's just got a lot on his mind right now but hearing your voice and about your day makes me feel a whole lot better" he replied.
"Don't be sad Danno, Uncle Steve is in heaven now and riding giants waves with his mommy and daddy" she soothed him.
A brighter smile lit up his face. Sometimes his daughter's intuition astonished him, how she was able to know exactly what his mind had been clouded with, she was a mind reader, just like her mother.
"Thank you baby, that was exactly what I needed to hear. I have to go now sweetie but I want to remember that Danno loves you" he said, his familiar goodbye coming out without a thought.
"I know, I love you too. Bye daddy"
"Bye Gracie"
He waited until she had hung up before hanging up as well and placing the phone back in his pocket.
With the knowledge that he needed to treat his hands he pulled himself up from the floor and walked back into his house and straight to the bathroom where he got the first aid kit out and mended his wounds. He still had the scars from the last time his knuckles had been beaten.
After his knuckles were bandaged he walked back out to his living room and sat down on his couch. Having nothing better to do he picked up the remote and turned the TV on, flipping through the channels until he settled on an old football game of the mariners vs. the cowboys.
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Sarai was in her kitchen, making her dinner when she heard a knock coming from her front door. Before she even went to answer it a sudden feeling of dread came over her.
She thought about ignoring them but she had a feeling that they wouldn't take too kindly to that, that and they most likely knew she was home. Taking a calming breath she walked to the door and the closer she got the more dread she felt. Finally reaching the door she paused, another moment of hesitation hitting her before a loud bang made up her mind.
Quickly opening the door she gasped in fear when she saw three familiar women, dressed in black robes standing before her.
Taking a step back, her eyes wide in fright as the women entered her home and the last one to enter closed the door behind her.
"Hello Sarai, how good it is to see you again after such a long time" purred the leader of the trio, her green eyes glowing with dark intent.
Sarai's backing was halted when he back hit the wall, she was trapped.
"K-Kally h-how did you f-find me?" she stuttered, her voice and body quivering in fear.
Kally's smile darkened as she pulled her hood down, revealing her porcelain skin, wild raven hair and ruby red lips, but that beauty was marred by a jagged scar that ran across her neck.
"Oh come now dear, you knew that the moment you casted that spell your location would be broadcasted" Kally reached out and ran a finger down Sarai's cheek, Sarai flinched from the unwanted contact.
"There's no need to be afraid sweetie, we just want you to know that we will forgive you for your disobedience as long as you tell us where Steven Jack McGarrett is" she requested.
Revenge, she wanted revenge but Sarai wasn't going to let that happen, she had to protect him.
Kally saw the battle going on in her mind and stepped forward, the two other women moving with her as one.
"All you have to do is tell me where he is and you will be welcomed back with open arms" she encouraged her.
"If I tell you where he is your going to kill him and I won't let that happen" she stated, aware that she was setting herself up for pain.
A frown etched itself across her face and she took another step into her personal space.
"I'm going to give you one last chance, where...is...he?" she enunciated each word.
Glaring at her former leader she took a stand, knowing what it was going to cost her.
"No...fucking...way!" she enunciated back.
The first strike came without notice and several other blows followed and soon her entire body was on fire but it was with one final kick to the ribs that she was met with darkness.
Kally stared down with disdain at her fallen follower, "tie her up and put her in the van, we're going to make a little stop" sweeping away she didn't look back as her two loyal followers did as she commanded.
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5-0 had been called back in when a friend of the Governor's daughter had been kidnapped from their home sometime last night and another major motivator to find the missing girl for Danny was that the little girl was the same age as Grace.
It was while they were going over phone calls that the family had received from the kidnappers they heard the high pitched squeal of breaks speeding off.
In sync the three ran out of the office and down the flight of stairs to the outside where they were met with the bloody battered body of a young woman but that was surprisingly not what Danny noticed first, what he first noticed was the writing on a cardboard flap that was hanging around her neck.
A warning to Steven Jack McGarrett
A/N: Sorry it took so long to update and that the chapter is so short, my family suffered a major tragedy recently with the passing of my grandmother so I haven't felt like writing much. I hope you enjoyed the chapter and please review because I barely received any reviews for the last chapter, I write on reviews!
