My second story! Hopefully, you guys enjoy reading these as much as I enjoy making them! :)


Nightmares

"This is gonna be fun." Moreau grins. Eliot looks up at the man, trying hard to not pass out. When not hearing one of Eliot's snarky comebacks, Moreau sends a strong punch to the hitter's already broken ribs.

Eliot throws his hair back, trying one more time to pull out from his chains. After another punch, he let himself slump down, unable to hold back a groan. "You see what you get when you disobey my orders?" Moreau's slick voice asks. Eliot looked up again, this time closing his eyes.

He was thrown into a small cell, and was left alone in the dark and cold. He shivered violently, hugging himself for warmth. In a few days, he was led back to that torture chamber, Moreau already standing there. That's when the real torture began...

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Eliot gasped awake, sweat dripping down his forehead. "Eliot?" a familiar voice asked. He turned his head to see Parker laying right next to him. "What's wrong?" He smiled. "Nothing, darlin'." he answers. "Nothing's wrong. "Well something has to wrong since you have that sad tone in your voice." Parker observed. Eliot kissed the top of the thief's head. "Nothing's wrong, I promise." he assures her, pulling her towards him again and closing his eyes. But what Parker didn't realize, was that a small tear made it's way down Eliot's cheek.