65Shall it be Lima or Stockholm?
Intro; AU. He was a rival, an enemy, but still… why did she love him? Gajeel, the Hitman for Phantom Lord, the seedy bastard wheedled his way into the very heart he had shattered. Levy, the informant for Fairy Tail, captured and held for ransom. As the two war, who shall be killed, and who shall be saved?
Info: Contains mature themes, gang violence, and torture.
Cold Blackout
2
She tossed and turned.
'Did Droy put me on the couch?' Her mind was hazed with pain and confusion. She was unable to grasp the situation she was in just yet. She rolled over and the unfamiliar detergent washed through her senses. Her eyes snapped open and a cry of dismay rose.
She threw the light sheet off and flinched as the single bulb blinded her. She threw herself against the wall and warily checked the corners. She pulled her knees up and surveyed all she could, taking every small detail into a register and double checking if she could use them as a weapon or to her advantage. She also checked for a surveillance camera, a cell like this was bound to have one.
'Only one source of light, take that out of the factor and put my foes at a small disadvantage.' She nodded to herself. 'That would also knock out the camera's view of me unless it's a newer model with infrared built in.' She rubbed her chin thoughtfully and shrugged, 'Ah well, what else can they do to me?' She gingerly took a step off the bed, testing the floor for mines. She had heard the horror stories from her superiors and peers, what Phantom lord could do when they put their minds into it.
She stood on the very tips of her toes as she reached for that singular bulb. She grunted and tried to reach even higher, but still it remained just out of reach. She groaned and desperately tried to bounce her way up to it only to fail and fall back to the ground.
She growled under her breath and let a scowl take control of her face for a moment. Levy shook her head and returned to her bed. That bouncing had made the area just below her stomach more that slightly uncomfortable. She had drank quite a bit at the bar with Jet and Droy.
She froze. Jet. Droy. She pulled her legs in, the uncomfortable feeling was washed away by her unease and guilt. She feared the worst for them both but she wanted to believe that they had lived. They may not be strong, but they knew how to survive most occasions that they ran across. She dry heaved at the very thought of losing them. She let small tears well but didn't let them fall from their places.
She shook her head and slapped her cheeks to get rid of the discouraging thoughts that tried to prevail. Levy let out a long sigh and the ache under stomach returned with a vengeance. "God." She mumbled under her breath as she eyed the cold commode with distaste. It looked a bit uncomfortable, but she didn't have the option of being picky. She glanced at the door, sure it wouldn't open for another bit. She seated herself and relieved that ache. She timidly climbed back onto the cot and pulled the sheet up around her.
The ache hadn't gone away, she tried to write the word 'heal' in the air and make it become solid and useable. Nothing happened. Her brows knitted as she turned the thought of in her mind. She pulled at her blue locks, the orange band had just about slipped from the unruly mess. She readjusted it and felt a stab of pain from her midsection. She doubled over, her mouth hung wide open and her eyes expanding in shock.
She ripped the sheet off to reveal her midriff. She held back her scream of terror. There, amongst the blooming bruise, was the unmistakable mark of the Phantom Lord. She gently laid her hand across it and felt the pulse of pain. She closed her eyes and watched the red sparks that jumped in time.
She fell over and curled her knees in, her arms wrapped tightly around the bruise as if to cradle her aches and pains.
The door slowly swung open, a heavy set of footsteps broke the silence that had prevailed over her. He registered her position and heavy breathing as a sign of pain. Another set of shoes joined the first, this one slightly lighter and more self aware than the others has been.
She rolled her head to face the pair of men and turned back to face her knees. She mumbled a 'hello' to them, the pain making her delirious.
"What'd you do to her?" The lighter man asked the darker haired one she barely recognized but his face seemed too familiar.
"Gave a little love tap." That voice rang in her memories, the smirk it held disgusted her.
She sat up quickly, the blood rushing to her head made her falter and use a hand to support herself. "No." She backpedaled into the wall, and cried out in pain as she jarred her already bruised middle. Hysteria leaked into her voice. "NO!" She cowered before him, she scrambled to get further away from the monster before her. She fell to the floor and let out a muffled whimper, bile rose in her throat as the fire of pain ripped up her spine and centered around her stomach. She gagged and shook as a cough was torn from her throat. "Don't touch me!" She watched him wildly as fear drugged her already hazy mind.
She was back in the ally, that hand was crushing her throat, that face was inches from hers, those eyes searched her for answers, that body rough and careless, the man who was more beast than human; she ducked her head into her knees as she crawled under her cot. She whimpered helplessly, her mind confused and panicking still.
"Gave her more than a love tap I take it?" Jose commented as he peered under the cot at the shivering girl. "You need to learn control, I said undamaged. Not only did you bruise her but now she's mentally unstable." His tone lashed out at Gajeel, Jose's eyes pierced his follower.
"My fault." Gajeel replied, not a sorry in a sight. He didn't even register the girl, his mind was elsewhere… the words he and Lily had exchanged still stung him. 'Only the damned cat could do this.' He growled deeply, Levy wailed in response.
"Get all the information out of her that you can, I doubt you will get much that is understandable." With that Jose left the terror with his prey.
"Hear that?" He flipped the cot and revealed the girl. She shook but no tears fell from her eyes, yet. He gripped her hair and dragged her to her feet. She remained bent to an extent, her arms holding her middle. "I see you found my little tap I gave you yesterday." He smirked. "Tell me what the hell you know so I can get on with my fucking life." He shook her, not harshly though.
She gulped and steadied herself, now she understood even in her haze why all of this had happened. Her eyes didn't waver as they met his, brown clashed with red and red prevailed in the end. She tipped her proud shin up and let out a long breath, his patience was wearing thin with her fidgeting.
He shook her once again.
She closed her eyes in pain and steadied her feet. "I am sworn to never breath a word of what I do and do not know." Her answer had taken all of her courage to even whisper, but no. She spoke it loud and clear.
"What a proud little Fairy, how about I strip your wings?" The smirk crossed his face, that look she knew too well by now. She gulped and let herself go limp.
She had been trained for this, she could take anything and would never give up. She may get damaged, she may be killed in cold blood, but no matter the threat nor punishment could make her waver. Her friends lives were on the line she wouldn't waver, couldn't.
He hated those eyes, the eyes that held a deep fear but even deeper defiance. He set his jaw and lifted her even higher, her toes barely brushed the ground. She grunted in pain, her eyes squinted as it coursed through her.
That smirk remained as the tiny tip of his tongue protruded from the corner of his mouth. He gave her a crazy look, he was more beast than human.
She didn't see it coming.
His fist connected with the wall next to her head, she flinched and let out a muffled cry. She let out a shaky breath that wracked her body and looked him in the eye, daring him, testing him, seeing if he could really do it.
He closed his eyes and let his body do what it knew how to do.
He heard her screams and felt her flesh slowly become wet with blood and sweat. His fist pummeled into the already bruised midsection, blood leaking out of the corner of her mouth. He threw her against the wall using her hair as a lever. She howled and arched on the ground as the breath was knocked out of her. He towered above her and giggled like a maniac. Her eyed rolled back and the whites showed as his boot connected with her hip. Her eyes snapped shut. He set the other on her thigh, steadily adding pressure until her eyes flew open and she let out a hoarse scream. She let inhuman wails of pain as he cackled in joy.
He lifted his foot to see a print of his boot remained upon her slightly purpled skin. A few of the bruises had split open and were weeping gently. He slipped the metal covers off his knuckles, getting ready for the second round. He would have kept them on if she had been a man, but with them on he would have surely killed her with a direct blow to certain places he would be targeting next.
He gripped her throat as she tried to curl into a ball and heal.
"I'm not done with you, anything you need to say."
She looked at him from behind flickering lids that refused to stay open or closed, her eyes remained unfocused and the pupils mere dots as she gazed upon the dark man. Her head bobbed as she tried to wet her mouth enough to say a single word, her tongue flicked her lips. She looked at his fists to see that he wasn't wearing the metal knuckle covers any longer.
She took a breath and let the oxygen wash through her lungs, feeling a little more energy return to her she gazed at him on more time. Her body shuttered sightly. She lifted a hand to his face and gently touched the harsh looking man.
He blanched at her soft touch.
"Why do you hurt?" Her words were barely a whisper but he couldn't take it.
His fist connected with her face and she was unable to utter a single word. He threw her to the ground and viciously kicked her back one last time.
"I'll be back later, you better talk then." He slammed the door.
She curled into a ball and let the pain wash through her, it ended quicker if you didn't fight it. Blood was spread across her broken and bruised skin. Her mind was a whirlwind of pain and the numbness that came from an overload of pain. She remained in a dizzy spiral of pain nonetheless.
She felt the skin over her right eye begin to swell and nearly split, her lip was bleeding profusely, and she knew that she would have no time to heal. Her eyes blurred, everything seemed to hopeless. Makarov knew what had happened, but he didn't know where she was. Neither Droy nor Jet would be in any condition to play knight in shining armor for her. No one knew where she was. Lucy and Natsu would find her, she knew deep down that it was nearly hopeless but she continued to try and have faith in her dear friends.
She ran her hands over her skin, feeling each bruise to see if it had split from the swelling; more than one had a tiny hairline crack crusted with her own blood and other fluids. She let out a long sigh and managed to pull herself to the small cot. It was almost too much for her to climb in and feel the material pull at her sensitive spots. She pulled the sheet up from the foot of the cot and gingerly dragged it over herself, not caring if she stained it.
Helplessly, she let herself go limp and the fire of the pain ripped up and down her, making her shutter and squirm with each pulse. The seal as well was beginning to ache again, red pulses jumped in the black of her closed eyes. Levy let her mind drift, desperately seeking the healing sleep she needed.
She had to believe that things would get better, that she would be found….. She had to believe.
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