TW for talk of torture and hinted sexual assault
Allie
III
Slowly the dark fog lifts from my senses allowing me to regain consciousness.
Feeling out my surroundings, I notice my hands are strapped down, there's a cold metal collar around my neck, and I'm sitting on a leather chair.
I seem to be in an old fashioned library with a fireplace and everything.
"Oh you've waken."
My eyes shoot open to find Killian sitting in front of me. His eyes rake over my body making my skin crawl.
Suddenly all those things he did, the way he spoke to me, the way he looked at me, seem more than friendly.
"Aldrich," I greet and blink the dark spots from my vision.
"So glad you could join us Allison, we are so happy to have you in on this project," he proclaims and I frown in disgust. The false words of kindness and the looks he is giving me make me want to hurl.
How could I be so naive?
"People died Killian, a lot of people," I say and his large smile falls.
"A small sacrifice compared to what Extremis could do for humanity," he justifies. "You yourself said you wanted it."
"I wanted people to be healthier, to be happier, not explode in the streets!" I hiss. "Even worse you're using those explosions for publicity! To make everyone afraid of the Mandarin."
"Oh hush hush Allie-may I call you Allie?" I shake my head harshly but he ignores it. "Don't speak of things you don't understand."
"I understand plenty Aldrich."
"No, you don't quite see the big picture yet, but you will," he purrs and reaches forward to place a stray strand of hair behind my ear. I recoil but there isn't much room for me to move.
"Stop," I demand but he only chuckles and moves closer.
"That collar on your pretty neck keeps your voice safe-so to speak. You wouldn't understand the science of it," he explains and cups my face with one of his hands. His skin is warm as always, now I know it's the Extremis in his veins.
"How did you-Maya," I grumble. "She saw me scream and she told you."
"A clever deduction Allison," he praises and glower.
Closing my eyes I try to reach out to Gabie but the bond is shut, I'm cut off.
"What did you do to my head?" I demand and he chuckles.
"Took some tinkering but I figured out a way to reduce your brain to its most basic functions," he says and I frown. How could he possibly know todo that? "In this world we always have to be careful of telepaths."
He forces me to turn and face him, I can feel his hot breath on my face.
Tears prickle my vision and I try to turn my head away from his with my eyes closed tight.
My hands are tied, my feet are tied, my powers are silenced, my connection is cut off, I am utterly helpless.
I am helpless.
And I'm scared.
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Gabie
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At the hardware store Tony runs through the aisles, filling the cart I'm pushing with random things that I have no idea what he'll use for. The only object I throw in is a crowbar.
He wears a stupid disguise, a hoodie and sunglasses. Nobody pays attention to us so I don't bother disguise myself.
It's not long before we have to grab another cart filled with supposed lethal items.
Tony pays with his card and we leave.
During the entirety trip we barely spoke, my words struck a deep fear in him.
My own fear practically drowns all logical thought.
Allie is out there somewhere and she's scared.
Maybe she hopes I'll come for her, maybe she doubts me.
The thought of her crying and calling out for me to come forms a lump in my throat and brings tears to my eyes.
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In the hotel room Tony works in silence, assembling an assortment of items: Christmas ornament bombs, a hand glove taser, dart gun, hand held taser, and a makeshift dart gun.
Once he's finished he holds up a bottle of vodka, rubbing alcohol, gauze, needle, and thread.
"I have to stitch it," he says, referring to my shoulder gash. "I bought a thing of vodka for the pain."
"I was wondering why you got that," I grumble and take the bottle from his hands. Hastily I chug down a big gulp and force my self to swallow through the burn. "Ugh that's awful!"
"It'll take the edge off," he says and threads the needle. I then take the rubbing alcohol and dumps it over the torn flesh.
The sting nearly makes me scream out in pain.
"Stark you better get this the fuck over with," I hiss darkly.
He nods and begins stitching. I look away and close my eyes, willing myself not to think about it.
The vodka barely helps, I feel every stitch he does.
When he finishes I exhale deeply and pull my jacket back on without wincing.
"Get in the car we are driving until we get there, no stops," he states and I nod.
"Make sure you pee before we go!" I call and stalk out to the car.
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"When we get there we have to try and be stealthy," Tony starts. We've only been driving for an hour, all of it in silence.
"Agreed, if we make a mess we could attract more difficult to kill Extremis soldiers," I elaborate and he nods.
"Good, we go in fast and we get out faster."
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Allie
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"Why do you cry? I haven't even done anything yet." The 'yet' sends a shiver down my spine and anger bloom in my chest.
"Why do I cry?" I repeat and sniffle. Tears are running down my cheeks and sobs building in my chest. "You kidnapped an eighteen year old girl and you ask her why she's crying?"
"That's a valid point," he agrees and strokes my arm. I grit my teeth to keep from spitting obscenities at him, being mean now won't help. "Forgive me, I forgot how young you are, how innocent."
He leans in and presses a warm kiss to my cheek that makes my stomach churn.
"I can't imagine that will stay."
I need to be saved, I really need Gabie right now. I need anyone to help me, because I can't help myself.
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Gabie
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Tony is pressing on the gas now, breaking every speed limit there is. He weaves the far between traffic, never stopping for a light, and uncaring to the chaos he causes.
The sooner we get there the sooner we can find Allie.
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Allie
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"Before we help you enhance there are a few things I'd like to do. See after the serum takes, if it takes that is, you'll be practically invincible. All your injuries will heal, except for the smaller scarred injuries, they stay, but will be perfect."
"I thought scars made people imperfect," I snark and he shakes his head.
"I think of them as marks of pride or beauty, and I intend to make you very proud and very beautiful." A pit forms in my stomach as I begin to understand his intentions. "As well as assure that Tony Stark will remember his greatest failure to you for everyday of his life."
My eyes widen in horror and he grins maliciously.
"Don't worry it'll only hurt a lot."
His face is so close and I am starting to feel frantic, so I lurch forward and smash my head into his. He stumbles back the grin on his face turning to a scowl.
Before I understand what's happening he smacks me across the face. I hiss in pain and look up at him darkly.
In his hands he holds a remote and the second he presses it, the collar jabs me and darkness overtakes me.
"You'll regret that."