A/N: I'm really enjoying these chapter titles, what do you think? I probably should have named them by what is going on in the chapter, but emotions seem so appropriate for our very emotional leading man
The first sensation I become aware of is my head, throbbing with agony, the world spinning behind closed eyes. I squint against the bright lights whizzing by. I'm being wheeled somewhere.
My arm is burning in pain, it feels like I have been shot again. Maybe I have.
People are yelling. By instinct, I turn my head to try and memorize our route, in case I have a chance to escape. These look like tunnels. We are underground.
The rebels have me.
The thought should be terrifying, but I'm not sure I would prefer to be in my father's company after the incident in the house. At least if I'm here, it means Juliette may also have been found by her friends.
Small comforts.
Someone comes into my field of vision and I close my eyes, pretending to be asleep.
"Take him to the girls, as much as I'd love for this asshole to bleed out slowly, we need him alive."
Kishimoto.
My eyelids twitch without my permission.
"Shit, I think he is waking up. Someone get me another one of those shots," Kishimoto says.
Unwilling to be put back under, I try to sit up, but my hands are bound behind my back and I'm laying awkwardly on my side. Kishimoto jumps back instinctively. "Shit, shit, shit on a cracker." he says, pushing me back to a supine position. "Can I get some help here?" Another man comes and grabs my shoulder, pushing me down. Even with my hands tied together, I manage to elbow him in the nose.
"God damn it!" the man cries, holding his bloodied face.
I turn to Kishimoto, "I am going to kill you. I will rip you apart from limb to limb and I will enjoy it…"
"What happened to Juliette?" The bloodied man says, "We need someone to hold him down."
"Hell, no," Kishimoto replies. "I said we needed him alive, remember? Sara!" He called to someone outside of my view. "Give me that!"
"Where's Juliette? Is she here?" I say, frantic. A needle jabs my neck and spots dance in front of my eyes.
"That's better," Kishimoto leans close. "I've always wanted to say this, and I might never have this chance again. Fuck you, Warner."
And the world goes black.
I open my eyes to a white room.
Suddenly alert, I sit up too fast, waiting for a round of nausea to pass.
Where the hell am I?
It all comes flooding back, the decrepit house, my father pointing a gun at Juliette...
Juliette.
The thought of her is enough for me to overcome my sickness and confusion and I run to the door. Locked. Pounding on the door half-crazed, I yell, "Juliette! JULIETTE! Let me out of here, God damn it, I will kill you all. Juliette!"
I stop as I realize I am pounding with both arms. My arm is completely healed and painless. I stretch it, reveling in the freedom the sling had restricted.
Surveying the room for a possible escape, my mind races back as I try to figure out where I am. Kishimoto's face floods my mind. Damn it, I'm at the rebel's underground location. Why did they bring me here? To kill me? Torture me? Why fix my arm?
I think back, trying to remember if Juliette is okay.
I remember her saving me, throwing my father against the wall like he was a bug, and then holding a gun to him. I could feel the rage fuming from her, and in that moment, I don't know if I had ever been more attracted to her. But something had worried me, she seemed to be in some kind of fugue state, unaware of her surroundings. She was going to kill him, which was fine with me, except I wasn't sure she would ever forgive herself if she did.
Instead of killing him, I watched, in awe, as she shot him in the knee.
The satisfaction of his screams is the last thing I remember. Kishimoto must have dosed me with something. Hopefully it also means he has Juliette and not my father.
I go to the door again to hurl threats at the guard. Their fear is my strength and my only weapon.
After a few minutes the door slides open. I take a step back, prepared to fight my way out of the room if necessary. A man walks in, his hands raised in a peaceful gesture, "Commander Warner."
I do not respond, taking the time to assess this man. He seems to be unarmed, but a look around him shows four or five guards with guns.
Not the worst odds I've seen.
"Call me Castle."
"Where's Juliette?"
"Safe," he says, surprised. My shoulders relax at the word. "Why do you ask?"
"Let me see her."
"I don't think she wants to see you."
My heart ached at the thought. No, I suppose she didn't want to see me. Even after I risked my life to save hers, she would see me as the monster I am. "Where am I?"
"This is Omega Point." When he saw my confusion at the unfamiliar term, he said, "We have hidden for a long time from the Reestablishment. Now you have captured two of my men. Where are they being kept?"
"Take me to Juliette."
"That is not possible."
Impatient and unwilling to continue this interrogation, I lunge at him. No sooner do I begin the motion, I am wrenched back by some unseen force and pushed several feet backwards.
"What the hell?" I mutter. This man could move things with his mind. Great.
"Where are my men being held?" So this is the reason I'm not dead. I could feel his satisfaction at overpowering me, but also his desperation.
"I am only talking to Juliette."
Castle sighs, staring at me, confused and intrigued. I deduce he doesn't understand my interest in Juliette and I make no moves to enlighten him. "Eat. I've left you food. I'll be sending someone in later to see if you are willing to cooperate," he says, leaving and shutting the door behind him.
I growl in frustration and race to the door, trying to wrench it open before it locks again. I turn and grab a chair I had noticed earlier, hurling it at the door. The door doesn't budge but I was so overcome with fury that I began hitting the door again and again with the metal frame.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the door opened. Kishimoto.
"Where is Juliette," I snarl.
"Calm the fuck down. Seriously," Kishimoto leans against the wall. "You have no chill."
"What are you doing here?" I said. The way the guards were looking at him made me think he was some kind of leader. This resistance must be in much worse shape than I thought.
"Castle thought the honor of my presence would calm you down. That you would do some yoga, sing kumbaya or some shit."
"I'm going to kill you," I seethe.
Kishimoto, "Oh God, I'm trembling. Do you see that?" He holds out his arm, "Must have been my imagination. Now what did you do with the hostages."
"I'm only talking to Juliette."
"Why do you want to see her?"
"Where is she?"
"Probably crying in a corner or fighting with her boyfriend or doing some other Juliette-like shit. What she isn't doing is showing any interest in seeing your happy face. You get me. You should be grateful."
"Was it always your intention to kidnap her?" I ask, my eyes narrowed.
"I'd hardly call it kidnapping. She was a damsel in distress. It was practically my duty to take her away from that hellhole. Now are you going to tell me where the hostages are? Or do I have to kick your ass?" He says, flexing his fingers.
I laugh, "Please try. I would find it highly amusing."
Kishimoto mumbles something under his breath and knocks to be let out of the room. Turns to me,
"Juliette is on her way. Go stand by the wall so we can get rid of all this shit you keep throwing around. And I swear to God, Warner. If you touch a single hair on her pretty little head and she somehow doesn't tear you apart? I will be happy to do the honors." He turns and motions the guards inside.
A switch inside me flips off all of the anger and tension I had been holding. Unable to control my smile, I stand against the wall with a sigh, closing my eyes. Relief washes over me. Juliette is on her way. She must not have been injured. I am going to see her.
I can feel Kishimoto staring at me still confused. I smile slightly. He thought I would try and hurt Juliette when in fact I was the only one likely to be left in pain.
Finally alone, I sit on the floor in the empty room. All things considered, I doubted I would have had such a pleasant experience had I ended up with my father after turning a gun on him.
I close my eyes and smile for so long it hurts.
Today I get to see Juliette.
Author's Note: Comment below and let me know your favorite part! I have written Juliette and Warner's first convo at Omega Point, what should I write next? Does anyone have a favorite scene that needs some Warner POV?