AN: Here's the next chapter, I would have put it up sooner, but I have had an incredibly busy and stressing week. So hope you like it, although this chapter is quite short.
Don't own anything apart from my OC.
thoughts are in italics.
Warnings: Will be swear words, blood and a little violence
Chapter 6
"Tell me you stupid bitch!"
The masked man screeched as her struck Petrelli in the face again, making a trickle of blood flow from her nose and into her mouth
"Tell you what? I know nothing."
He grabbed her by the throat, bringing their faces so close together that she could smell the horrible stench of his breath brushing her bleeding face
"You know exactly what I want."
She looked him right in the eye
"Bite me, dickwad!"
His nostrils flared and he closed his fingers angrily a little tighter around her throat
"Oh, I would get the greatest pleasure out of biting you, but alas I'm working."
He let go of her and straightened, snapping his fingers at the heavy metal door. It swung open with a heavy groan and two men came in dragging a near limp body, whose longer than normal hair hanging limply in his face. She gasped as they threw him down roughly on the floor
"Peter?"
He looked up, hazel eyes dull and defeated
"He is as uncooperative as you are Agent Petrelli, but now that you're here he sang like a canary. As will you, if you want both of you to live"
'Oh Peter' Petrelli whispered to herself in her head. She closed her eyes
"What exactly do you want to know?"
"You have read every file on the Avengers, you know their weaknesses. You tell us, and we will let you go."
She glanced at Peter, silently asked him for help and he shook his head slightly, understanding what she was asking from her look
"No."
"No?"
"I won't tell you anything, so you can kill us"
The masked man looked surprised for a moment before laughing cruelly
"My dear, who said anything about killing you?"
"Take 'em down to the cells, we're not going to get anything from her right now."
"Yes sir."
One of them uncuffed Petrelli from the chair she was chained to and forced her to her feet, fingers digging into her pale skin so hard that there was bound to be finger shaped bruises later. They dragged them out of the room, Knocking Petrelli's head hard against the doorframe, and all Petrelli could do before her vision clouded once more, was hope that the Avengers would find them before she was forced to speak.
AN: I'm sorry that this chapter is so short, and I'm not very good at writing scenes like this but it was needed for this chapter. Thanks for reading please Read and Review