To Capture a Deity

[Zorayda]

The violet-haired girl felt Elliot's ice-cold fingers touch her jawline, and she could feel her body's urge to shudder at the touch. But Gair wouldn't even allow that small movement from her... the total lack of control was starting to get to her, and fresh tears slid down her face, and instead of shivering, a breath came through her mouth that was shaky upon exhalation.

"Just...just don't kill me," she said quietly, giving in. There wasn't anything she could do. She couldn't even look away from his icy, powerful gaze, though she wanted to. She wanted to look at Kitty for reassurance, but even that was denied to her...

She just hoped that she could somehow get out of this.

[Moonlight]

Slowly but surely, the affects of his gestures were beginning to show. Tears beginning to drip onto his hand. Gaining a sense of pleasure from her sudden submissiveness. But she lacked challenge, in order to dominate. He could already see that she would be a bore to train - Kitty had fought him tooth and nail every step of the way. Trying to use her training to get an edge on him. Yet this one was far too weak willed. But at the same time, it would be amusing. As well as useful.

Leaning over slightly, his lips brushing her earlobe as he spoke. "... There are worse punishments than death, Zorayda ... Remember that," he whispered, barely audible. Snapping his fingers once more as he drew back, before turning on his heel. Upon doing so, seeing that Kitty had finally pulled herself together. Pink streaks marred her barely tanned complexion from her tears, and her reddened eyes were still watering. But she was holding them back now.

Her arms rested over her stomach, swallowing thickly as he moved forward. Elliot knew she'd likely have a massive bruise from the now deceased target's kick, considering how far it had knocked her back, but that was obviously not her concern now. Her jade gaze had moved to the young woman behind him, before slowly settling on him again. A faint whisper reaching his ears.

"... You unimaginable bastard ..."

[Zorayda]

Zorayda knew that she wouldn't get out from under Elliot by fighting. She must survive, she must submit, she must stay calm and collected... it was what she did best. Think things through. Find a solution.

But right now, she couldn't think of one. Gair was there to impede her movement or resistance, and Zorayda knew that, physically, she wouldn't be able to stand up to Elliot or Kitty.

Kitty...the purple-haired girl had no idea what to think of Kitty now. Perhaps she was forced to kill and work for Elliot? She didn't know. And now Elliot wasn't giving Zorayda any choice... and she knew that she wasn't strong-willed. She felt a coward right now, giving in to this monster. She hated herself and the situation she'd landed in.

"Kitty...?" Zorayda rasped, unable to look, but alert to the raven-haired girl's voice. Hoping, praying, that maybe Kitty would be merciful...

[Moonlight]

His jaw clenched. She, the street rat, dared call him illegitimate? She, the dirt poor pickpocket his father had brought in? His glare was colder than ice as he closed the distance between them, stopping less than two feet from her. Starting to speak, only to cut himself off - A sharp 'crack' ringing through the alleyway as his backhanded slap connected. Causing the young woman to sharply inhale, allowing her head to remain at the resulting angle, eyes on the ground as her shoulder length tresses slipped over her shoulders again.

But his mark was quite clear - White lines visible in the plum redness, detailing every piece of his hand. When he spoke, his voice was dangerously calm. Venomous. "... I will not take such disrespect, Kitty Cat. I own you, and you are going to get that through your head, one way or another ..." he said softly, barely audible.

He knew that a single slap had not reinforced her being forced to kill. But it was derogatory, demeaning. And she had indeed broken, after nearly a decade of steady effort. Sooner or later, she would accept her fate. She had sealed it herself, upon stealing from his father. Just desserts.

"... You should be thankful, for what my family has done for you. Something your pathetic lineage would've never been able to accomplish. All that you have been able to do, is because of us ... Participation is your way of repaying it. And that will take a lifetime ..." he added, his voice barely a whisper.

"... Let's go, Kazier," he added to the alakazam sitting on the rooftop above them, and motioning for Gair to release Zorayda upon arrival. All of them, vanishing in a Teleport. Taking them directly to their Sinnoh base of operations. A secondary to their home region one.

[Sabaku No Akaiame]

He laughed.

The darkness wasn't that bad. It really didn't feel like it. Maybe after all the times he'd been locked in this very same room, he'd grown immune to the fear this pitch black cell brought him.

He laughed again, throwing his head back and clearing his lungs, only to be stopped when his head hit the wall. He made a move to rub the small bump that was sure to appear behind his tuffs of blonde hair but clinking of metal stopped him.

Oh, right, he was chained to the wall.

For a moment there, he'd almost forgotten the funny detail.

How long had it been? It must have been months. Yes, that would explain everything. It'd been months since he'd been let out of this dark, dingy cell. No, not months, it'd been years, decades, centuries, even!

Or maybe all of this had just been a couple of minutes. Maybe what felt like an eternity had only been an hour.

How long had it been?

He turned his head around to look for any indications of the time, but the room had no windows, nor doors. He wondered for a moment how he'd gotten in here in the first place. And then realized it didn't matter since he was in here and it didn't even matter.

Who was he? Why was he locked in there? What had he ever done to the people who put him in here?

The questions hurt his head. It was unbearable. His delirious smile slowly died down and he pulled his knees to his face, dropping his face on the top of them and immediately bursting into tears.

He hated it, he hated it, he hated it. He hated them all, he hated every single one of them, and he hated the darkness.

"Let me out..." he sobbed in a scratched voice, hitting his face against his knees and struggling weakly against his chains. "I wanna get out... Please, let me out..."

"Not until you suffer for your disobedience."

"LET ME OUT!" the sound of that voice blew the rest of his sanity away. He hated that voice, oh how he loathed it. He just wanted to stab the person to whom it belonged and get things over with. Instead, he just threw his head back and groaned as he hit it against the cold stone wall again, the pain numbing his consciousness.

That's all he could do. Numb his consciousness. So he hit his head back over and over again, losing count after ten. The pain felt good, it kept him from being scared. Sticky liquids started running down the back of his neck and he only stopped once the door opened and a tall man walked in.

"Not again..."

His arms were being brought down. Only to be chained up again, or what? He didn't want to. He wanted to end it all. He wanted the pain to stop.

Just as the man unhooked his wrists from the wall, he kicked him in the stomach and used his newly freed arms to cross-chop him in the neck joint, making him fall unconscious. His eyes quickly spotted the man's glasses, and he frantically grabbed them, breaking them on the ground.

He suddenly grabbed a rather large piece of glass and raised it up to his hand, poking the vein in his wrist gently.

"How useless, you're knocking out everyone I send."

That voice again. He didn't want to hear it. Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop. He slashed.

Shock hit his delirious brain as blood ran down his wrist.

"Again? Next time, I'll send someone without glasses."

"Stop talking, stop it, stop it, stop it!" he whispered, slashing again as tears mingled with the blood dripping to the cold ground.

"You're gonna die at this rate, y'know."

"STOP IT!" he yelled again, getting ready to slash deeper with the blood-soaked piece of glass, before a hand gripped his wrist and flicked the sharp object out of his reach.

"I can't have that, can I?" the man laughed softly, leaning in to whisper his words into the blonde's ears. The young male shivered and tried to push him off. "I need you, I still have uses for you. It'd be a shame to let such a precious jewel like you die."

And there was nothing else he could do. Already, the pain was diminishing and all his escapes were out of his reach. So he did the only thing he could.

He let out a heart-wrenching scream and cried.

[Zorayda]

((OOC: 0.0 Wow, Sabaku, intense post...))

Zorayda's eyes widened at the sound behind her, and she immediately knew that Kitty was suffering at the hands of Elliot. A moment later, she felt herself move strangely, and yet, she didn't go anywhere...

Her surroundings whirled crazily before she stopped, and suddenly she felt Gair exit her body. The young trainer immediately crumpled to her knees, as she'd predicted she would. But what she didn't expect was the pain she would feel in her chest after the gastly left... She coughed violently, her body trembling. Her lungs were burning, her chest ached...

Zorayda huddled in on herself, terrified and miserable. What she wouldn't give to be somewhere...anywhere, else right now. She looked up at the figures above her.

"Kitty...what is this place...?" she moaned softly. The red welts on her friend's face stood out in the harsh lighting, and Zorayda winced out of empathy.

[Moonlight]

Ever dizzying Teleportation landed them smack dab in the middle of the hallway, Kitty almost falling over upon materializing. But her eyes narrowed upon seeing Gair slipping out of Zorayda. The person she'd tried to nudge out of harm's way, now brought to the lion's den. A lot of help she was.

A hand moving to cover Elliot's handprint as her friend's eyes moved towards it. Humiliated by it, for the first time in years. For nearly a decade, it was everyday life. But now with someone else looking on ... It made her feel pathetic. Like a weakling, for not being able to force him to stop. "This ... This is one of the many base operations for the company by the name of Angel Wave Designs ... Also doubling for other occupations," she added with a sigh, looking away.

Elliot leaving them in the hallway as he entered his father's office, the door clicking behind him. Knowing full well they dared not leave even the corridor.

[Zorayda]

Zorayda looked away from Kitty, aware that her new friend was embarassed by her stares.

"Sorry..." she muttered. She looked up as the door clicked, leaving the two girls alone. "So...you got involved in this mess, too, huh?" she asked, feeling a small ray of relief at Elliot's departure.

She looked down at the Poke ball still gripped in her hand, realizing that her fingers ached from holding it for so long. "What am I going to do...? I can't shield Eeve and the others from all of this... I'm not that strong..."

Tears welled up again in her eyes, burning them, but Zorayda refused to let them fall. After all, Kitty had been going through this for much longer, and had been forced to kill a man. Zorayda had had no such treatment...yet. "Do you know what...what they'll want me to do?" she asked fearfully, coming to a wobbly standing position.

[Sabaku No Akaiame]

((OOC: Why thank you, Zora, this is the type of content I specialize in ;D))

It was a while before the teen's sobs stopped. By the time they did, though, he noticed that the man who'd stopped him a while ago was still there. He also noticed he'd moved. And he noticed that fingers were gently combing through his hair as he sat in someone's lap.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he whispered murderously as he tried moving, but found he was too hurt to do so.

"Trying to get the blood out of your beautiful hair." came a whisper that made him shudder.

"Don't touch me." he muttered back, squirming a little in the man's uncomfortably tight grip. "And turn on the lights, damn it."

"As you wish." the man calmly laughed, snapping his fingers. The lights instantly were turned on, blinding the teenager, who whimpered and closed his eyes.

"Good, now let me go." he demanded in a voice devoid of all strength. His eyes, once opened back to the world, showed redness almost equal to the crimson in his irises, and dried tear tracks adorned his deathly pale skin.

"I can't do that. You can't walk on your own yet." the fingers kept combing through his hair, taking extra time to pull the knots free. It made the blonde shudder and wriggle.

"Stop touching me!" he raised his voice just a little and managed to lightly elbow his boss in the stomach, making the fingers stop dead in their tracks.

There was a small silence, and suddenly, the large hand closed around some of his hair, pulling. He winced, only to start wining as the older man got up, pulling him up by his hair as well.

"Will you shut up and listen for a moment, or must we repeat this entire process again?" a flash of fear passed through the assassin's red eyes, and he shook his head frantically, looking ready to cry any moment now.

"J-Just let go, p-please." he all but begged as his brain begged for release.

"Alright." the male none-too-gently set him down and let him rub his scalp for a second before grabbing the front of his shirt. "Now listen to me, you little punk. No more running away, or I'll start getting more creative with my punishments." the teen shivered and looked away. "Now, I have a new mission for you. An infiltration mission, to be more precise. You have fifteen minutes. Clean up, get those wounds bandaged, and come meet me in my office. Fail to do so and..." a wide, amused grin stretched on the older man's shadowed face. "We might just need to play yet another game you like. It involves ghosts, and lots of them. Care to try?"

"No sir." the blonde turned his dead gaze to his boss, and the man let him go. With a wobbly step, he stared at the ground and exited the room.

[Moonlight]

She nodded mutely, waving a hand to show it was all right. Sighing as she settled on her knees next to Zorayda, gently placing a hand on the young woman's shoulder. "... Years ago. One stupid mistake. Just goes to show that stealing doesn't pay, doesn't it?" she reflected with a dry laugh, bitter. From a pickpocket, to an international thief, and now to a murderer ... It was simply insane.

"... I can try to help, if you will accept it," Kitty sighed, hanging her head. She'd gotten Zorayda into this mess, by introducing her to Elliot. And she wasn't sure she could get her out. But what little she could do was keep her alive, and in decent condition. That much, she owed her.

"... More than likely whatever skills you already posess, as well as being trained physically like myself and Elliot ... Garret does not believe in having idle guerrillas," she informed the young woman quietly, keeping her tone down as to prevent her words from slipping through the door.