Ch36: The Emperor Protects
(Tuesday, Y+1, M+4, D+28)
[Location Unknown]
"Wo ist hier?" I mumble, slowly coming to.
"The hell does that mean?" A familiar man's voice asks. I find it quite annoying.
"What's he saying?" Another man says, again I find his voice familiar
"Wo ist hier?" I say, louder.
"What are you saying?" The first man's voice asks again. I raise my head, finding myself chained to a wall.
"Where. Am. I." I say, seeing both Adam Taurus and Roman Torchwick standing before me. "You two look rather pleased with yourselves. Whoop dee do, you've chained me to a wall. But if you really think-" I try to bamf back to the dorms, but I can't. I try The Cave, nope. Beacon, nope. I can't even bamf to the city of Vale. "...You cunts." I say.
"Woah kid, watch your language. You kiss your mother with that mouth?" Torchwick mocks.
I just chuckle darkly.
"I must admit, I'm a bit impressed you managed to capture me. Even working with a fool like him. But I won't be staying here long. And weren't you supposed to be in jail Torchwick?"
"What can I say, I've got a lot of experience getting out of jails."
"And to answer your question Kurt; where you are does not matter. Because you won't be leaving alive." A grimage is barely noticeable on his face. "When I come back, I will be asking you questions. If you want to avoid a slow, painful death, then I would recommend that you answer them." Both Adam and Roman leave the room, closing and locking a rather heavy-duty metal door..
I take stock of my situation: I can't teleport, I'm dressed in a pair of shorts and a dirty, white tee-shirt with multiple disquieting stains, and my arms and legs are chained to a wall. I can't move more than a couple of inches in any direction. 'Wunderbar. Well, frakkit, I might as well pass the time.'
"Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of beer. Take one down, pass it around, ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall."
Forty-seven bottles of beer later Adam walks in with a pair of White Fang mooks and Torchwick.
"Forty-six bottles of beer on the wall, forty-six bottles of beer. Take one down, pass it around." I continue singing, ignoring my captors entirely. Piss them off enough and they'll make a mistake. They make a mistake and I can get the hell out.
"Why did you help the mercenary?" Adam asks, raising his voice to try to drown out my singing.
"Forty-Four bottles of beer on the wall." I continue to sing. He tries to ask a few more questions as I continue to sing over his words. He punches me in the gut. I decide to shut up.
"That finally shut you up, huh?" Adam asks irritatedly. "It hurts, doesn't it? When you can't use your Aura to protect yourself." Adam asks acidly.
"Go take a-"
*THWACK*
"How do you know the mercenary? Why did you come to her aid?" Adam asks loudly.
"Captain Kurt Wagner, service number 634-41-8567." I reply calmly.
"How do you know Neo?" He repeats, punching me in the gut again.
"Captain Kurt Wagner, service number 634-41-8567."
"Answer me and I'll stop hurting you."
"Captain Kurt Wagner, service number 634-41-8567." I stare into his eyes defiantly. "That all you got Taurus?"
He pulls a dagger from his jacket and slashes it down my chest.
"AAAGGGGHHHH!" I scream out, "Captain Kurt Wagner, service number 634-41-8567." I say once more.
The process repeats a few more times, with Torchwick and the mooks also getting the chance to beat me with clubs and rubber truncheons. Eventually they get tired of the process and leave. I'm alone in my cell, chained to a wall for two days without food and, more importantly, without water.
(Friday, Y+1, M+4, D+31)
I hear the door open and lift my head to see Torchwick and Adam walk in with a pair of mooks behind them, they are carrying a few knives, a large Dust battery and leads, and a strange suitcase.
"Are you ready to answer our questions Kurt?" Adam asks.
"Captain Kurt Wagner, service number 634-41-8567."
"Who do you work for? The Valean Army? The Atlesians?"
"Captain Kurt Wagner, service number 634-41-8567."
"Shock him." He tells the mooks. They attach the leads to the battery and then to me.
It hurts. A lot. I scream in pain as I feel myself fry. They remove the leads.
"You're probably wondering why your Aura isn't protecting you, why your semblance doesn't work." Adam says, before staring at me.
"Amongst other things." I reply.
"We've obtained Aura and Semblance-suppressing drugs and techniques. We've blocked all use of your Semblance. You can't escape, no matter how much you want to, you're never getting out of here. Now, I'll ask again: who do you work for."
"Captain Kurt Wagner, service number 634-41-8567."
The cycle repeats itself many times, Adam asking me questions that I don't answer and ordering the mooks to torture me in various manners, and Torchwick just watching. Eventually Torchwick gets bored and leaves me alone in the room with Adam. The mooks leave their various tools in the room for Adam and decide to take a lunch break or something.
"It pains me to harm a brother faunus so." Adam says.
"..." I just silently stare at him.
"If you tell us what we want to know, I might be able to get them to spare your life."
Adam then proceeds to spew copious amounts of bullshit about the White Fang and how the Faunus are being oppressed by humanity and should rise up to claim their rightful place as rulers of the world, how I should totally join the organization etc, etc, etc. He goes on like this for A FRAKKING HOUR before I interrupt.
*cough*"Bullshit."*cough*
"Excuse me?" Adam asks, showing very distinct signs of anger.
"Bullshit. The White Fang is a load of bullshit. It's pathetic really. It is a perversion of a once peaceful organization that now spreads hate instead of attempting to bring an end to it. The White Fang is doing more to hurt the Faunus as a race than any number of racists ever could! And on top of THAT, the White Fang is a failure! You can't even manage to capture a single city, much less cause any significant damage! Hell, a literal pile of shi-" *thwack* 'Alright, might've gone a bit far with that. But that's no reason to stop. If I'm gonna get out of here, I'll need him to make a mistake.' "I've fought your so-called soldiers before, and they fell before me like wheat before a farmer's scythe. They were pathetic! The closest any of your people have ever gotten to harming me was barely even scratching my Aura! That fucker was barely three yards away from me and he had the element of surprise. In the time it took him to barely even hit me I put a frakking round between his eyes. And-"
Adam starts making incoherent noises of anger. I have no other way to describe it. He grabs a rather large knife from the table of bloodied instruments that his mooks had left for him. He menacingly walks up to me, knife in hand. "If you can't learn to respect your heritage that we have fought so dearly to uphold, then you don't deserve to display it." He says, walking behind me.
"What are y-AAAAARRRGGGHHHHHH!" I bellow in pain, feeling the knife slice my tail off. A split second later, I'm unconscious.
I wake up to see Torchwick and Adam arguing.
"You could have us the entire operation with that stunt. If he'd out bled too much, it could have flushed enough of the chemicals out of his system to- Oh, he's awake." He says. "Now, would you care to answer our questions Blue?" He asks.
"Captain Kurt Wagner, service number 634-41-8567." I reply, noticing that the place where my tail used to be is bandaged to prevent me from bleeding out. 'Well, how nice of them to keep me healthy before they kill me. Bastards.
"So, talking kid? Maybe this'll get you to talk." He says, gesturing to a mook, who leaves and rolls in another prisoner, a man dressed in ruined Atlesian infantry fatigues, strapped to an operating table. 'This doesn't look good.' Roman Torchwick walks out and comes back a second later carrying a silver briefcase, smoking a cigar.
"Thanks to some of my contacts, we have been able to procure a certain… medicine that the SDC was working on for a while before scrapping the project." Roman says, opening the strange silver briefcase and retrieving a small syringe filled with a pale light-blue fluid. The syringe reads SDC Compound CD-003. "This is a medication designed to increase the patient's speed of thought and boost higher brain functions. Unfortunately it had some… unintended side effects. Mainly that it fired all of the patient's synapses randomly and erratically, causing a rather long and painful death. As this fine gentleman will now demonstrate." Torchwick says, walking over to the Atlesian. The soldier, hearing what Torchwick said, starts thrashing madly in an attempt to break free and possibly escape his death. The mooks held him down and Torchwick injected the contents of the syringe into the soldier. He calmed down for a few seconds, before he started to wildly thrash about and spasm uncontrollably. A few minutes later he was dead, bleeding from the ears and nose.
"Now, are you going to co-operate."
'No matter what they're going to kill me. They told me that when I woke up the first day. Knowing them, they'll probably just inject me with the stuff anyway. Might as well get this shit over with.' "Captain Kurt Wagner, service number 634-41-8567." I speak my death sentence.
"Are you sure about this kid?" Torchwick says.
"Go fuck yourselves." I say, 'Maybe they'll carve that into my tombstone. If they're courteous enough to give me one.'
Adam sighs. "I had hoped that you'd see reason Kurt. But now I see that it's too late for you."
Roman just smirks and produces another syringe.
"It's comforting to know I'll be killed by a group of psychopaths following proper medical procedure." I snark, I'm certain that these will be my last words.
Roman injects the needle into my arm. I feel a strange, powerful, sensation, followed by a sharp, burning pain that quickly engulfs my body. 'Well. It's been a nice run.' And then I feel nothing.