A miracle would be nice, Skylar thought with a grimace as the sadistic guards walked closer, yellow smiles and murderous glints of the eye showing in the dim light.
Today was SO not her day. And if you don't already know why, you're probably living under a rock.
Damian seemed worried as well, which should be a bad omen on its own. Damian wasn't really one to admit defeat, if his upbringing (that Skylar doesn't know about) has anything to say about it.
"Guess you ain't smilin' now, are ya girly?" One of the guards taunted, clutching a lug wrench like it was an actual weapon, which it was not. However, under correct circumstances, it could be used as one. Oh the joy of technicalities! Note the sarcasm.
"Depends on who I'm talking to," Damian interjected, apparently in much less pain than Skylar. Then again, she had a dislocated SHOULDER and broken WRIST, while he had only leg wounds. Now that, that just wasn't fair.
A different, but equally as malous, guard (he had ferocious brown eyes, so Skylar decided to call him Burnt Brownie), snarled his teeth, which were in major need if a dentist.
'Thanks' Skylar seemed to say with her eyes as she gave a curt node in Damian's direction, to her left. However, immediately after, she winced and held back a scream; why? A fiery pain erupted in her thigh, so Skylar briefly wondered if that was what Damian was feeling, before coming back to the harsh reality that she had just been hit in the thigh with a screwdriver. Why the hell did mechanic tools hurt so much? Actually, why the hell were mechanic tools so lethal in the first place?
Skylar gasped, which seemed like the next best thing to screaming. She was NOT going to give these sadistic, sick, mental idiots the satisfaction of seeing her in pain. Stupid stubbornness.
"Didn' like that, a now?" A guard towards the left of Burnt Brownie said, making Skylar seriously question if this Dragon dude actually hired intelligent people. No, he probably didn't.
Skylar glared, though she scowl only deepened to beyond murderous when the guards turned their attention to Damian after a few more painfully painful hits.
You can hurt her as much as you want; but you hurt her friends and she will skin you alive. the only problem with that was that not only was she chained against a very old Victorian style pillar, but she was also in extreme pain, and the fact that there was nothing in the room (even the guards. Did they seriously only use mechanic tools as weapons?) actually had the capability to skin someone on short notice.
Damian also glared, and snarled in return to Burnt Brownie. Burnt Brownie's malicious snarl looked absolutely tame compared to Damian's. He did NOT like not having the upper hand. Or at the mercy of anyone but himself.
Burnt Brownie held up a whip, it's silver accents even glinted in the light, too. Right now, both Skylar and Damian were having a mental battle with themselves if the idiotic horror movie clichés or this guy were more cheesy. Currently, Burnt Brownie was winning.
"-tt- If you're going to hit me, just do it already. No need for the 'preparations' to scare me. I'm not intimidated, imbiciles." Damian muttered, though the guard in question apparently had better hearing than intimidation tactics.
"As you say," and with that, Burnt Brownie struck the whip across Damian's mid-section, to which Damian responded with a sharp intake of breath and silent scream.
"T-try m-me!" Damian retaliated, fully prepared to get a full beat down if it meant getting under the guards skin. It seemed to be working, and Skylar was thinking about how her and Damian were alike in that way.
She would fight, or even retort, until her last breath. As it seems, Damian was the same way.
Her train of thought was interrupted by a cold hand being slapped across her cheek, no doubt leaving a hand mark, and making Skylar's head turn sideways.
"Don't think your off the hook, girly!" The guard who slapped her, who was also the guard that Damian had knocked out with a pic axe. How long had they been in here? That hit should've knocked the guy out for a least a days' time.
"I didn't think I was..." Skylar mumbled, but the slap seemed to be a last straw for Damian.
He started thrashing within his bondage, but winced and closing is eyes as he did so. No doubt all the struggling upset both his old injuries and his new injuries.
"Not worth it..." Skylar was whispering, but as she gave Damian a pointed look that seemed to convey her message, he stopped.
Now that Skylar had nothing else to focus on, seeing as the guards had just left, she felt the impact of both her new and old injuries hit her, and it made her woozy. Not a good sign.
"Ouch..." Skylar was able to gasp out before the black that had been peeking out from the edges of her vision suddenly swallowed it whole. The sensationally painful burning in all of her body parts may have also been a deciding factor.
Damian, on the other hand, was examining both his and Skylar's injuries. Damian could see way she passed out; her shoulder and wrist probably already caused her a lot of pain given how they were bound, and Skylar now has a bright red slap mark on her face that made Damian growl in spite.
To accompany that, she also had a dark purple-blue bruise on her thigh, as well as a gash right underneath her collarbone. To top it all off, there was a gash, that had bruises lining the sides of it, going down the length of her forearm. Ouch is right.
Damian had, as well as his thigh and ankle injuries, a bright purple bruise on his left shoulder, and a bruised but not TOO bloody red line going across his stomach, which he could only see because his shirt was torn.
Damian briefly wondered how his team was doing, and where they were overall, but then decided to focus more on how he and Skylar were to get out of the situation they seemed to have found themselves in. Not fun, would be putting it mildly.
Eventually however, Damian DID manage to fall asleep, if only for a very little time. But whole now's how much 'sleep' he got while he was knocked out?
Upon waking up, Damian found himself not in the dimly lit, practically empty (save the pillars) room he and Skylar had been in when he had fallen asleep.
He was tempted to run his eyes, just to clear them of sleep, but then his senses decided to come fully online, and that was about when he started freaking out.
It was mentally, of course. There was no way Damian would ever, if his dignity allowed it, allow someone to see him act even remotely vulnerable . It was something that was drilled into his head by his psychotic mother.
Damian scanned his surroundings for possible threats, which was basically everyone he saw, and THEN took the liberty of actually examining his surroundings.
He was in a darkly lit room...no, it was more of a tunnel. Like the one that Dragon had those idiotic guards show Damian into.
"Hey, Dami, you alright?" Looking up, Damian saw Iris West II, and it was probably the first time he could say he was completely and utterly glad too, really.
"Do I look okay to you, West?" Damian snapped, obviously not on the mood for anyone's shit. But could you really blame him?