Warnings for continued sexual assault, child abuse, child abandonment and neglect, experimenting on children and sexual abuse of children and planned murder.

Chapter 15

Looking for her tormentors

Just as Wanda had promised, she had Clarke ride her strap for hours. Clarke was a sobbing mess by the time Wanda was satisfied with her work. Clarke was shaking and sweaty and overstimulated. Wanda slowly pulled out of Clarke, the strap which Clarke had been bouncing on, was coated all over with cum now, not requiring lube any longer. Both her breasts were for now, drained of their milk. There were small trickles of the milk on Clarke's mouth, but for the most part, she had drank all of Wanda's milk, and even if Clarke was crying, her eyes were still bleary, clearly affected by the maternal affection she was getting.

As Clarke weakly, shaking and crying, slid off of the strap, still bound, Jessica, who had put on a strap of her own, and had taken some lube and rubbed it all over the strap, went to work.

She grabbed Clarke by the hips, steadied herself so that the head of her strap, was just about to enter Clarke. Clarke mind, even if it was clouded by her overstimulation, recognized what was about to enter her, and she struggled, gasping out, "No, don't!"

"Shh," Jessica purred, smirking and pushed inside, lowering herself down as she did, so that she was on top of the bound blond, as she thrust the strap all the way into Clarke's cunt.

Clarke cried out, but was still so wet and the strap was so lubed up that Jessica slid in and out of Clarke easily enough.

Jessica pounded into Clarke, her face, left ear and neck by Clarke's mouth for if the younger woman wanted to bite her, as she groaned lewdly, "Just give me one. Then I'm going to have you ride me, baby."

Clarke groaned, trying to resist the oncoming climax and orgasm, as Jessica mercilessly thrust into her. She failed and cried out, clenching around Jessica's strap.

Jessica groaned into Clarke's neck, "That's it. That's a good girl. Good baby girl. Now, it's time to ride."

She gripped Clarke's hips and lifted herself up and lifted Clarke up, placing Clarke on her lap and having the younger woman bounce around on Jessica's strap, causing the young woman to cry out and whimper, her eyes clenching shut.

Sylvie leaned forward and pressed her chest to Clarke's back, hugging Clarke between herself and Jessica as Clarke was forced to bounce on Jessica's strap.

Wanda watched, smiling with adoration. They loved Clarke so much. They hoped she could understand that, even if she feared them, even after everything that they had done. What they had said to Clarke? They had meant. Should Clarke ever decide that she wanted them to turn themselves in to the police? Or leave her be or even kill themselves? They would do it. If that was really what Clarke wanted them to do.

Either Clint or Laura wouldn't do it, one of them would, but not both of them. Because their children weren't all adults and still needed someone to take care of them. However, if Clarke wanted them to take their own lives or turn themselves in, then after the last of the Barton children were adults and Laura and Clint made sure that everything in their will was split between their children and Clarke, then the remaining Barton parent, either Clint or Laura, would kill themselves.

But Wanda and the rest of Clarke's mates hoped that Clarke would accept them, and would continue to decide that she wanted a relationship with them, even after all the wrong they had done to her.

They hoped she could forgive them, but they would understand if she could not.

How did someone ask another to forgive to forgive them for forcing themselves sexually and repeatedly on another person? Here was the answer; you couldn't.

Asking someone to forgive something like that, was in itself, unforgivable. Because how dare anyone ask forgiveness for something like sexual assault?

Sexual assault was unforgivable. To ask such a thing like forgiving sexual assault, was just adding insult to injury.

If Clarke chose to forgive them? They would be overjoyed. But they would never ask for that forgiveness. They would tell her repeatedly that they were sorry if they ever made Clarke feel inferior or dirty, but they would never ask for forgiveness.

That was for Clarke to decide, not for them to ask for.

And any condemnation that Clarke threw at them, they would happily take it. It was all they deserved.

Wanda smiled as she listened to Clarke's pleasured cries and moans, even as she knew that those sounds were being torn from Clarke without her consent. Wanda knew that she and the rest of Clarke's mates were, as Clarke had deemed them, "deranged." They were. While Wanda and the others had never been diagnosed by any therapist or psychiatrist, they all knew they were fucked up.

What else would you call people that kidnapped their soulmate, held her captive and raped her repeatedly?

They were also deeply immoral. And they all knew it. So, if Clarke demanded their deaths or that they spend the rest of their lives behind bars? They would embrace her demands. Because they knew what they deserved.

Jessica pressed her left hand against the back of Clarke's head and pushed the blond's face against her chest, as she and Sylvie held Clarke between them.

Both Sylvie and Jessica smirked as Clarke gave broken sobs as she bounced up and down on Jessica's strap, shaking, her eyes still snapped shut tightly.

"It's alright, sweetie," Sylvie cooed to Clarke, "Your mommies have you."

From where they were watching, Clarke's other mates, in the main room, watching the video from the screen, all of Clarke's male mates, felt their pants become torturously tight and could feel their hard ons press against the interior of their pants.

The female mates of Clarke, shifted somewhat from where they sat, feeling how wet they were. Moisture accumulated between their legs, and they could feel the need to get off, as they watched their vulnerable mate sobbing in overstimulation, as she rode Jessica's cock.

"Fuck," Laura moaned, feeling the stirring between her legs, "Always a joy to watch her."

She shot a look to Clint and Natasha, and Natasha chuckled, feeling the stirring between her legs too, becoming unbearable and Clint moaned quietly. They didn't need to ask Laura what she was thinking.

She wanted to get off right now. And since Wanda and Jessica and Sylvie were busy having their way with Clarke, Laura would get her rocks off by using a strap on either Clint or Natasha.

She'd have Natasha against a wall and thrust into Natasha with her strap, listening to Natasha moan, "mommy," or bend Clint over and ram her strap into his asshole.

Either way, she wanted to get off.

Steve grunted as he said, "I know we're not in the right mindset to think about killing again, but there are other people that have hurt Clarke, you know?"

Laura nodded, grunting. They all knew that.

Clarke hadn't just been hurt by her own biological mother. She had been hurt by the orphanages, by the kids at the orphanage and the staff there. By the various families that had thrown her away because she wasn't good enough to them. Not to mention the drug dealers that had given Clarke those drugs that she had become more or less addicted to.

There were other people that had hurt her.

But for them to find these people? They needed information. Information that Clarke likely wouldn't willingly give.

The drug dealers would be easy enough to track down. All you had to do was pay or threaten the right people, and you had your answers.

The staff at the orphanage? That would be easy also to figure out, if they could find the right time frame that Clarke had been there, which lined up with those staff members.

But the problem was, they didn't know what staff members had been cruel to Clarke. And it was the same for the children that had been at the orphanage around the time that Clarke had been there.

There was the option of killing all of the staff and all the other children that had been there around the time that Clarke had been there. But that was such a waste. They wanted to specifically find the ones that had been cruel to Clarke and no one else.

Finding the families that had thrown Clarke away? That would be easy enough to find out. After bribing or threatening the orphanage, that would be easy enough to find out.

But finding out which staff members and which children at the orphanage had been cruel to Clarke? Now, for that, they'd need specific information from Clarke herself.

Perhaps they could just frame it casually, pretend they were just having a normal conversation with the young woman.

But then…why would she trust that? After all, the last person from Clarke's past that Clarke's mates had talked about, had ended up with that same person, Abby Griffin, being tortured to death.

So, why, knowing that, would Clarke ever relinquish those answers willingly?

"Let's just wait," Pepper said, seeming to sense the thoughts that Laura was thinking, "Till we can figure out a way of finding out more."

The others nodded, again, trying to ignore their own arousal, at the moment, as they hungrily watched the screen.

In the room where Clarke was kept, Clarke's wrists twisted as she tried to freed themselves from them, feeling the torturous pleasure driving her over the edge again and again, as she clenched yet again around Jessica's strap, this time for the fifth time.

Jessica and Sylvie both chuckled at the choked cry being torn from her, Jessica not stopping and still thrusting herself up and raising the hands that were on Clarke's hips, so that Clarke still was unwillingly bouncing on the dark-haired woman's fake cock.

More and more time went by, and after Clarke came all over Jessica's cock multiple more times, Jessica lifted Clarke up and handed her to Sylvie. Sylvie, who happily thrust Clarke down right on the strap that she had put on herself and lubed up.

Clarke screamed then, being forced to bounce up and down on her other mommy's cock.

After Sylvie was satisfied by how many times Clarke had come, specifically, after Clarke passed out, Sylvie slipped out of Clarke, and let Clarke lie against the bed, unconscious and covered in sweat. Jessica, at last, unlocked the cuffs around Clarke's wrists.

They put the bindings away and Jessica got a glass of water and some chocolate. They poured the water down Clarke's throat and left the rest of the water, and the chocolate, at Clarke's bedside.

Sylvie smiled down at the sleeping Clarke.

"Either of you still horny?" Jessica asked, smirking.

Sure, they had gotten off plenty with Clarke, but seeing the young blonde riding the others, usually got Jessica going again.

"What do you think?" Wanda said, smirking back, as Jessica pulled her strap-on off and dropped it to the floor.

Jessica nodded, understanding and crawled over to Wanda, raising herself and sliding down till Wanda's strap was inside her.

Jessica grunted when Wanda was hilt deep in her, and she began rocking against Wanda, "You saw how she looked as soon as she drank your milk, Maximoff?"

Wanda laughed, her arms wrapping around Jessica's waist as she thrust her cock up into Jessica, "You think I'd miss it? She all but screamed mommy, as soon as she saw my breasts. She won't want us to leave her. You know we can't leave her alone right now."

Jessica nodded as she gasped, eyes closing as Wanda's strap slid against her clit repeatedly.

They knew that they couldn't leave Clarke in the room right now, not like many of them did after continually forcing themselves on the younger woman.

When the first six of them, Frank, Carol, Luke, Elektra, Sam and Bruce, and the others had left Clarke, after they had assaulted Clarke till she passed out, that had been giving her room, not wanting to scare her.

Had Clarke exhibited any signs of self-destructive behavior, which she hadn't, they would have gone into the room.

But they couldn't leave the room now.

They had opened this wound in Clarke; Wanda, Jessica and Sylvie. Which meant that they needed to take responsibility and comfort Clarke when she woke up. If she wanted them to leave, they would. But since they suspected that now that this "mommy wound" had been opened up, she likely wouldn't want the three of them to leave her anytime soon.

Jessica gasped out, as her next climax hit and felt Wanda hold her tightly as she did, gasping pleasurably as she heard Wanda say, "If she wants us to stay here when she wakes up, we're going to need to mother her and take care of her."

Jessica groaned, coming hard, clenching around Wanda's strap and Sylvie smirked next to them, waiting with her own strap for Jessica to ride it.

If Clarke wanted them to leave the room when she woke up, they would do it.

But if Clarke needed some maternal comfort? Well, they'd be more than happy, ready and willing to give it.

In the main room, Steve, who had realized that he'd need to get the files, showing who the staff members had been during the time Clarke had been at the orphanage, unless he wanted to break into the room, pull Clarke off of Sylvie's lap and make her ride him instead, came back in, looking to the screen and finding that a few things had developed. Number one; Clarke had passed out and was lying down on the bed, asleep, tired out. Number two; since all three Jessica, Wanda and Sylvie were still horny, Jessica had taken to riding Wanda's cock and Sylvie sat next to Clarke, her strap ready for Jessica to ride it, after Jessica was finished being pleased by Wanda.

Steve grunted slightly. Clarke not being the focus of the fucking made it somewhat easier for him to get himself under control, he no longer felt like his cock was about to rip through his pants. But he could still feel it pressing against the interior of his pants, watching Jessica bounce around on Wanda's cock and Sylvie looking at Jessica, smirking, more than happy to have the other woman ride her.

He quickly shook himself free of those thoughts, or distracted himself from them, as he gripped the file in his hand and went over to the others, dropping the file down in front of them, making them tear their attention from the screen, to what had been placed down in front of them.

"These the files?" Bruce asked, his voice husky. Steve suspected Bruce had been contemplating Clarke bouncing on his own dick.

"Yep," Steve said, "We can find the identity of who was there around when Clarke was there."

Bruce nodded and opened up the files.

The others, even as they were also intensely aroused, moved closer and read the files.

The people that had been there during the time that Clarke had been at the orphanage? Were Dr. Petra Tsing, Thelonius Jaha, Cage Wallace, Dante Wallace, Marcus Kane, Carl Emerson, David Lovejoy, Victor Lancaster and several others.

Looking only at the pictures of the staff there at the time, and at the descriptions of these people, which likely were descriptions that cut out certain vital pieces of information, Clarke's mates couldn't find anything that stuck out.

There was nothing that they could find just from these descriptions.

Which meant that they'd need to find out more. But they had names and locations now, as well as dates these people were at Clarke's orphanage.

According to these documents? While both Thelonius Jaha and Dante Wallace had retired-odd, since Thelonius Jaha didn't seem to be that old, the rest of them, were still working at the orphanage.

"I guess we'd better go and hunt down some info," Pietro said, getting up and he, Danny, Rhodey and Thor, got up and headed out, trying to ignore how difficult it was to walk with their boners at the moment.

Usually, they worked in a squad and usually, Wanda and Sylvie worked with them, but Wanda and Sylvie were currently…occupied, and they certainly wouldn't ask Wanda or Sylvie to come with them, when they knew that Clarke likely would need them to stay with her, when the blond young woman woke up, feeling extremely vulnerable.

So, it would just be the four of them.

They always worked in designated groups. They hardly ever changed the people in those smaller squads.

While Wanda, Pietro, Danny, Thor, Rhodey and Sylvie worked together most of the time, Laura, Clint, Natasha, Yelena, Steve, Barney and Simone worked together often. And so did Carol, Bruce, Sam and Elektra. So did Brunnhilde, Tony, Pepper, Hela and Loki. And so did Luke, Jessica, Frank, Melina and Maria.

This time, Thor, Danny, Rhodey and Pietro would be working with just the four of them, to get the information they needed.

Before they got into the van, they focused on getting their arousal under control. You did not want be someone with a penis and to step into a building full of children or teenagers, with a bulge in your pants. It drew the…wrong conclusion, to say the least.

After getting themselves under control, and what was between their legs more or less to "settle down," they proceeded to load up into the van.

They got out of the building, got into their van and drove it, with the files they had, to where they were going. They'd go to the orphanage first. They suspected that Thelonius Jaha and Dante Wallace had some of the information they desired. But they'd try the orphanage, where the rest of the staff still worked, first.

They reached the orphanage after a few hours, getting to the building and parking the van and going to the building, knocking.

The man that answered it, was someone the recognized.

Carl Emerson. One of the staff here.

He had more gray in his hair than he had in the photo, but it was most definitely Carl Emerson.

"Hello," Rhodey greeted, thinking it best that he start, since he was used to trying to talk smoothly, since he often had to smooth things over with Tony's coworkers and with the soldiers he used to work with and still occasionally did-and because Danny and Thor both lacked being smooth at talking, and Pietro was just angry-Rhodey was too, but he was better at not letting it show, "We were asked to come here by a few social workers. Just to see how everything was. There was something of a complaint from someone who used to live here. I hope you understand."

Emerson's eyes narrowed and Rhodey was sure that Emerson wanted to demand to know who had made the complaint, but knew that if this was legit, then there was no legal way that Rhodey, Thor, Danny or Pietro could tell Emerson or anyone who worked at this orphanage, who made the nonexistent complaint.

Emerson eyed Rhodey, then Thor, then Danny, then Pietro. He then nodded and stepped back, opening up the door for the four men to walk inside.

"Please come in," Emerson said, and Rhodey tried not to snicker, hearing the resentment in the other man's tone. This clearly wasn't a man that liked to be told what to do.

There was a possibility as well, that Emerson didn't like being told by a black man, that his establishment needed to be investigated.

But Rhodey would put that possibility on a shelf to wait, for now. Until he was proven otherwise. For now, their one objective was to find out if Clarke had been emotionally or even physically harmed here in any way.

Emerson closed the door when Rhodey, Danny, Pietro and Thor were inside and he led the four other men through the orphanage to Cage Wallace and Marcus Kane's office.

Marcus Kane and Cage Wallace, were the people that had taken over, after Thelonius Jaha and Dante Wallace had retired.

Thor observed the children around. Boys and girls who didn't look like they were suffering. But as Thor and the others knew, appearances could be deceiving.

When the group reached Cage Wallace and Marcus Kane's office, the group came in through the front door and Emerson forced a smile on his face, gesturing for them to sit down in front of both Marcus Kane and Cage Wallace, who each had their own respective desk.

"Hello," Marcus Kane greeted, smiling, "How can I help the four of you?"

Cage Wallace nodded to Carl Emerson, indicating that the other man could leave.

Carl Emerson grunted and closed the door as he left, which left all four Rhodey, Pietro, Danny and Thor to sit down in front of the desks and face both Cage Wallace and Marcus Kane.

"Sorry to bother you, Mr. Wallace," Rhodey said, nodding to Cage Wallace, even if Kane was the one that had greeted them first, getting the sense that Cage Wallace wouldn't like not being addressed first, and he then turned to Kane, "Mr. Kane." He then took a breath as he said, "I'm sorry to inform you, but there was a complaint from someone who used to be here, before being adopted out. I of course, can't tell you the identity of the person who complained. But we take these complaints very seriously, I hope you both understand."

"Of course, we understand," Kane said, smiling and Rhodey observed the reactions of both men.

Cage Wallace's face became tight. Like he was trying everything in his power, not to snarl at the accusation.

But Kane? He was one smooth customer. He plastered a wide and understanding smile on his face, and his eyes almost looked sweet. Almost to the point that Rhodey might believe it, if he didn't know better.

He and his companions had met people like Kane before.

They could plaster smiles on their faces all they wanted, and appear polite and nice, but it didn't change that at the end of the day, under their skin, they were poison.

On their worst days, Rhodey and his companions had been people like that, themselves.

So, they knew that Kane's appearance could be a deception, easily.

In fact, Rhodey was willing to bet actual money, that it indeed was a deception.

Kane, unaware of Rhodey's suspicions, continued, "I'm sorry to hear that we failed one of the children that used to stay here. But I assure you, the claim is groundless. If we failed a child that used to live here? I assure you, it was not intentional. We have never done anything, except protect and look after the children here. We hope that the person that made the complaint comes to understand this."

Rhodey fought the need to say, "Just because you didn't have bad intentions, didn't mean that you didn't harm this person."

But he stopped himself. He knew that intentions weren't actually important. Not when put next to actions. Actions mattered more than intentions.

Rhodey knew that a lot better than Kane did.

His and the others' intentions might have been to please Clarke and make her healthy, but there was strong possibility that they were doing more damage than good by what they had done to Clarke.

Which was why if Clarke demanded that any of them or all of them stuck their hands in a blender and hit the button that would turn their hands into bloody bits? They'd do it.

The difference between Rhodey, Thor, Pietro and Danny and Kane? They understood that actions mattered more than intentions. Kane did not.

"I'm sure it's baseless," Rhodey lied, "But still, it's procedure. We, as a result, unfortunately, need to investigate if this person was harassed or harmed in any way, or if they believe that they were harassed or harmed in some way. I'm sorry to ask, but is there any chance that the previous chairmen of this establishment, Dante Wallace or Thelonius Jaha, had previous complaints given about them?" Rhodey then added, nodding to Cage Wallace, Dante Wallace's son, "I apologize for asking, Mr. Wallace."

Cage shrugged, still looking put out.

Kane hesitated, then said, "Well, there were some, if you believed the rumors."

"Rumors?" Rhodey asked, turning to look at Kane, eyebrows raising up.

Kane shifted and Rhodey suspected that these rumors had to do with the odd findings in the files that Steve found, findings about Thelonius Jaha and Dante Wallace being pressured to resign.

But no more information than that had been given.

Well," Kane said, now looking awkward, "Thelonius Jaha, at least, if you believed the stories, mistreated children that were younger siblings of the older siblings, seeming to judge families that had more than one child. He'd also, again, only if you believe the stories, begrudged children who asked for more food after dinner or lunch."

Rhodey blinked, disbelieving. For a child to ask for more food or to be awful to families that had more than one child in them? That was just unbelievable.

Could Kane be fabricating the reasons why Jaha had been pressured to resign, because the actual reasons were so much worse?

Kane added, "I'm sure you think I'm making this up. But again, this is going off of only what I've heard. I have no idea if the rumors were true or not. But those were the rumors. Which was why Jaha was forced to resign. His son, Wells Jaha, hasn't come forward with any information. Of course, there's a chance he doesn't know."

"He has a son?" Rhodey asked carefully.

Kane nodded, "Yes," he said, "Wells Jaha now is twenty-three. From what I've heard? He's always had a low opinion of his father. Now, does that mean that there's anything solid to the rumors that have been thrown around about Thelonius Jaha? I don't think so. You'd have to ask Wells and Thelonius Jaha, themselves, to find out."

Rhodey nodded. (Don't think we won't,) Rhodey thought to himself.

It was Pietro who then spoke. He asked, "Well, those are the rumors about Thelonius Jaha. But what about the rumors surrounding Dante Wallace?"

Cage glowered at Pietro and Rhodey tried not to smirk. Either Cage had a serious hero worship for his father, or Dante actually did the things that he was rumored to have done, or both.

"Dante," Kane said, sounding hesitant, "That's a bit of a more complicated answer. The rumors are that he…well, I hope you can see why these are just rumors, when I tell you what Dante Wallace supposedly done, but if you believe the stories at all, which I really don't, but if you do, then Dante Wallace apparently, ordered experiments done to the children here."

Pietro snapped his head to stare at Kane, mouth dropping. Rhodey saw Thor gripping the arms of the chair he was seated in, clearly trying to stop himself from getting up and swinging his fists at the two men across from him.

Rhodey practically heard Danny's teeth grinding as his jaw clenched.

"I'm sorry," Rhodey ground out, fighting the rage he could feel stirring in his gut, "May I ask what you mean by that? What were the experiments that Dante Wallace supposedly conducted here? What did the rumors say?"

Again, Cage looked very much like he wanted to punch Rhodey for such a question, but kept the feelings, for lack of better terms, "caged."

Kane breathed out, looking somewhat pale now, "I don't know the specifics of the rumors. But supposedly? He wanted to see if his experiments could handle certain painful stimulus. See, if you believed the rumors, which I'd like to point out, are ridiculous, then Dante Wallace was hoping to raise an army under him. And he hoped that the kids that he experimented on, would be able to tolerate pain."

He added, a slight smirk on his face now, "I think you can see how ridiculous those rumors are, right?"

"Oh, yes," Rhodey said, nodding, suspecting the truth of every rumor that Kane had just put out there-because, well, he had heard of these experiments before in the army, "One more thing. This person who complained, they said that there were a few children here during the time that they were here, which was for almost ten years, that mistreated them. May I ask if there were particularly vicious children here during that time. And I assure you, I will not ask for their identities, if there were."

Well, Rhodey, Thor, Pietro and Danny wouldn't ask at the moment. But soon. And if it required more coercing than what they had done so far? Well, they'd do it.

Rhodey saw that he had asked an important question, because again, Kane looked uncomfortable.

He said carefully, "Uh, I'm afraid that there are a lot of children like that here. There are many children that have been abandoned or abused. They are angry and are looking for an outlet."

"I understand that," Rhodey assured Kane, "But it doesn't change that I would like to know if there were children like that here for almost ten years. It would have been about four or five years ago, when they aged out. Unless they were adopted first."

Kane then seemed to loosen his expression and Rhodey realized that the man was happy to get the attention away from the staff.

"There were unfortunately, more than a few like that," Kane confessed. "There were ten like that in particular, but two of them aged out and the others were either adopted or aged out, as well."

Rhodey nodded, fighting a smirk, seeing they were going in the right direction. "I see," he said, "Then may I see the roster with the list of children there during that period? I hope you understand, the person who sent here wants to punish someone. And well, it would be a shame if any of the staff were sued, since you have an establishment to run. And the teenagers or children here, well, they don't have much left to lose, do they?"

Rhodey smirked and saw that Kane's eyes widened and his smirk widened, confirming everything that Rhodey needed to know about the other man.

Kane was a snake. In every sense of the word. He was a snake.

He would use the children and teenagers he and his fellow staff members were supposed to protect and throw them under the bus, as soon as he could.

He could practically hear Pietro, Danny and Thor making efforts behind him, to stifle their laughter.

They found the snake and the weak link in the chain here.

Kane got up, without needing another incentive, and went to the nearest filing cabinet.

He opened up the top drawer, and pulled out several files and closed the filing cabinet in front of him, then went to his desk, sat down and placed the files down on the desk between himself and Rhodey.

Kane opened up the files and pushed the files to Rhodey and Rhodey inspected those files.

Several names peered up at him from the papers.

Those that had aged out? Were named Bellamy Blake, Raven Reyes, John Jones, John Mbege, and John Murphy.

Those that were adopted? Were named Octavia Blake-she had been adopted by her own older brother, Bellamy. Then there were Myles White, Conner Gallo, Dax Summers, Nathan Miller and Jasper Jordan.

There were a few others, but the dates they were here? Didn't line up perfectly, the way that the other eleven did with the time that Clarke was here.

In fact, Clarke Griffin's own file was here.

There was a picture of her and her file, looking right up at Rhodey.

Rhodey heard all three Thor, Danny and Pietro suck in a breath at seeing Clarke's file.

Clearly, Clarke Griffin had been considered "trouble," most likely because she acted the way any child would under those circumstances.

The fac of the matter was, some parents shouldn't have children, and some adults just shouldn't look after children in an orphanage or in any establishment.

"Interesting," Rhodey confessed, sitting back against the chair, and faced Kane, and decided that since Kane was now willing to throw people under the bus to save himself, he would try to dig deeper, "I'm sorry, but may I ask what these people did that made them stick out to you?"

Kane nodded, now looking urgent and again, Rhodey tried not to snicker. What a snake.

Kane answered, "Well, we all tried to tell them not to do the things that they did, of course, but children, especially teenagers, you often can't control."

Rhodey nodded back. "Go on," he said.

Kane continued, "Well, Murphy liked to pee on people that were at a disadvantage from him. He also tried to burn a girl's face off."

Rhodey's eyes widened. What?

"I'm sorry, what?" he asked, stunned, "This girl? How old was she? What was the age difference between her and Murphy?" Rhodey partially was asking out of curiosity, to know just how depraved Murphy was, but he also was asking, because Murphy and Clarke appeared to be close in age. He had to know if the girl that Kane was talking about, was Clarke or not.

Kane answered, "Oh, just a small difference. The girl was actually older. About almost three years older."

Rhodey fought the need to breathe out in relief. Not Clarke then.

Clarke was older than Murphy, but only by a year. No way that Kane would have gotten that wrong.

Especially since both Clarke Griffin's file and John Murphy's file, were right here, in front of them.

"Anything else Murphy did that stuck out?" Danny asked curiously.

"Sure," Kane said, simply overjoyed to spill secrets that would divert the attention from him and the rest of the staff, "He'd put knives to other kids' throats. And threaten them regularly verbally."

"I see," Rhodey said, nodding, "And this one?" He tapped his finger against John Mbege's photo.

"Very similar to Murphy," Kane explained, "I fact, the two of them hung out together a lot. They did much of the same things together. As a matter of fact, all of the boys and young men in those photos, ran in the same gang more or less. Murphy, Mbege, Summers, Jones, White, Gallo, Miller, Jordan, the Blake siblings? They more or less were all in the same group."

Rhodey nodded again.

"And this guy?" Pietro asked, eyeing Bellamy Blake's photo, "Sorry, I know I shouldn't judge before I know the story, but I get the creeps just looking at that guy."

Finally, Cage Wallace laughed, and Kane nodded, appearing almost mournful. "You would," he confessed, "Bellamy Blake? How do I put this politely? He was horrible. He liked throwing his weight around. He would often hit the younger boys. And had sex with the younger girls. The younger the better. It didn't matter to them if they were as young as fourteen or thirteen even. As long as they were developing to the point that they had breasts? He wanted to have sex with them."

Rhodey felt bile in his throat. He heard a sharp, disgusted intake of breath behind him and he recognized Pietro and Thor's reactions. He heard Danny give a muffled growl.

Rhodey forced himself to push out, "Do you know the ages of the girls that he had sex with?"

He desperately hoped that none of the girls had been Clarke.

He had noticed the age of Bellamy Blake, noticing his birth date. He was eight years older than Clarke.

And from the file? He had been at the orphanage around the time Clarke had been there. He had been sixteen. She had been eight.

And the two remaining years Bellamy had been here before his eighteenth birthday? There was more than enough time for him to have assaulted her. Now, by the time Bellamy had aged out, Clarke would have been ten, which meant that she wouldn't have been developing. She could have been seen by Bellamy as "too young," even for his repulsive tastes.

At least, Rhodey hoped.

Either way, though? Bellamy was going to die painfully.

Kane gave the ages of the young girls that Bellamy had assaulted. Rhodey felt more bile in his throat. He was relieved that all of the girls sounded too old to have been Clarke, during the time that she and Bellamy both had been here, but it didn't change that Bellamy Blake needed to be put down and put down painfully.

"Alright," Rhodey said, trying to sound satisfied and found that he couldn't help the disgusted tone that came out of him, and then nodded to the pictures of the other young men in the photos, "That answers that, now," he then nodded to Octavia Blake, "Was there anything interesting about her?"

"Oh, yes," Kane insisted, "Bellamy was fourteen when he was brought in, Octavia was five. Octavia was more or less the princess of the orphanage, because she had her thug brother always protecting her. Which meant that anything she wanted? She'd get. If she wanted your candy or your toys or your other devices that you had? She got it. Because Bellamy and his gang would beat the hell out of you if you didn't give it to her. Octavia grew up to be an entitled bitch, I hope you can forgive the language, but it was all because Bellamy made sure she knew that he would always act as the bully to get what she wanted."

Rhodey felt his stomach turn. What a disgusting pair of siblings.

Kane added, gesturing to the photo of Raven Reyes, who Rhodey noted, was about two years older than Clarke, and would be about twenty-four by now, "This one, she was a piece of work too. And unlike Octavia, I suppose she didn't have as much of an excuse for being the shit head that she was. She and Octavia? The two of them together, would bully this one other girl." He nodded to one of the pictures and Rhodey's heart fell, when he saw that the picture that Kane was nodding to, was the picture of Clarke Griffin.

"Interesting," Rhodey said, fighting hard not to grind the word out, "I apologize but this isn't what I was looking for."

At Kane's startled look, Rhodey smirked and snapped the fingers on his right hand and Danny reached into his right-hand jacket pocket, and pulled out a recording device-that being, Danny's cell phone, that he had hit "record" on, holding it out for both Kane and Cage to see.

Kane and Cage both stiffened, eyes growing huge and backing up in their chairs. Rhodey nodded to them and said, "Good. Now, that we have your attention, understand this; we have a recording of you giving us this information. Which means you two losing your jobs? Is the best case scenario, if we ever go public with this. So, you will not tell anyone what you told us, understand? And you will not tell anyone that we know what you've told us, got it?"

Seeing the frightened looks on both Kane and Cage's faces, Rhodey felt himself become very happy, indeed.

They had the information they needed, or at least, some of it.

And now, they'd track down these thugs, and kill them nice and slowly. Then they'd get rid of Kane and Cage, and neither of them would tell anyone, unless they wanted everyone to know that they had given up that information all too willingly. Then Rhodey and the other three would hunt down Dante and Thelonius. Then everyone else.

However, for now?

Rhodey scooped up all of the files, including Clarke Griffin's file as he said, "We're going to have some fun with these. And you are going to keep your mouths shut."

He, Thor, Danny and Pietro lifted themselves up from their chairs and walked out of the office, going down the hall, ignoring Carl Emerson watching them and got outside, to the van, loaded up to it, and Danny, after saving what he recorded into his phone and putting his phone safely away, began driving, as Rhodey pulled out one of his throwaway phones, and looked up the name, "Bellamy Blake," and the year that he was at the orphanage, and the location of the specific orphanage. He got a result immediately. He grinned as he said, "We have our first target."