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Wren woke with a horrible crick in her neck. She tried to move her right hand to her jaw so that she could pop her neck, but her hand didn't move. It was restrained. She groaned, keeping her eyes shut. What kind of night did I have? She felt like absolute hell, and from what she could tell, her hands were tied up. Cas must have turned out to be a freak in the bed or—
Then it hit her. Like a monstrous tsunami to the face, it smacked her back to reality and her eyes shot open. Head wounds always left her brain fuzzy, no doubt someone breaking her neck would do the same thing.
Wren's eyes darted to either of her hands, they were still attached but restrained. Her arms were held out to either side of her, spread like a bird. Thick metal brackets pinned them to the walls. She groaned, pulling against the cuffs with all the strength she had and nothing. Of course, she didn't have the strength of someone like the hulk, but she'd able to break out of standard metal restraints.
Wren had been captured pretty early on into the Hydra's attack. For the best of her knowledge, she thought she was the only one. But, once she stopped freaking out about her own situation, she finally let herself take in her surroundings. Wren inhaled sharply when she saw others with her. She could handle going through something like this alone, but it is a whole new ballpark when others are involved.
Frankie, Lilith, Caitria, Ulrich, Alec and... Cassius.
She sat there in silent shock. Hydra knew what they were doing, and that was scary. Everyone of them was restrained and bound in just the right ways that would refrain them from being able to use their abilities to escape. They all looked like they were part of the prom from hell.
Wren looked at Lilith who sat across from her. She tried her best to smile, even though it was probably evident that it wasn't the most sincere smile. "I saw you kicking ass back there. Your training is showing... But, when we get out of here, I'll have to teach you how to get out of a choke hold." Her gaze then drifted over to Alec. She didn't really know what to say to him, just looked at him as she tried to keep herself from freaking out.
As Wren's memories slowly started to piece together, the more furious she got. The next thing she remembered was the harpoon. A mother fucking harpoon... Right through the chest. Her gaze fell to her chest, where the abdomen portion of her dress was ripped to shreds. It must have done a number on her because large spider shaped wound was still healing. Within another hour or so it'd be back to normal, but it was definitely the worst injury she's ever sustained... Aside from her neck being snapped.
Then everything that happened before the explosion slowly came back. She remembered dancing, and actually being somewhat happy to be at the gala which was not expected when she went. Wren slowly looked over at Cas, her brows furrowing as she frowned slightly. His restraints didn't look all that spectacular, probably iron, unlike her own. After all, it's not like he had super strength so he didn't need a special arrangement like some of the rest of them. But what he did have that the others didn't, was a gag. How in the hell did Hydra even know about him? Cassius was so new to the Academy, that everyone else in the room wouldn't even know who he was. But somehow Hydra knew, and they had him here.
She got a brief flash of a thought, hearing him call after her in the middle of all the chaos. Did he try to save her? No one tried to save Wren. Her and Mia Cage were some of the most indestructible people at the school. It's was usually assumed that they could handle their own. Wren stared at his arm which had a haphazard bandage around it that was stained crimson. She sighed softly. "I told you to hide," she said quietly to him. "Are you ok?"
Frankie startled awake, hyperventilating as she looked around frantically. She pulled and tugged at the binds that pinned her to the wall. Why couldn't she break them? She could lift a car and stop a bus... But, she couldn't break out of the cuffs!? It was hard for her to keep a level head while in a helpless situation. In all of her life, she's never once been in a situation where she was completely, one hundred precent out of control and it terrified her.
She couldn't fight the tears that started to run down her cheeks as she continued to struggle against the restraints. Images of the previous night flashed through her head like snapshots going from a dance to the hell that she was in now. Frankie's memories froze on the sight of Nathaniel, falling to his knees when he couldn't save her. The sadness she saw his in his eyes overwhelmed her. "I will find you, Francita. I promise."
Frankie slowly gave up, her thrashing and seizing until she sat there with her head hung in defeat. She sniffled back the tears. She tried to take deep breaths to calm herself down. Overreacting wasn't going to help anything, but how could she not? After a moment, she raised her head to look around the room. "Did anyone see what happened at the Academy?" Her eyes searched all of them for any answers they might have. Although she could guess what the answer was, she still hoped someone knew more than she did.
"Please tell me no one died..." Frankie sighed.
Wren woke with a horrible crick in her neck. She tried to move her right hand to her jaw so that she could pop her neck, but her hand didn't move. It was restrained. She groaned, keeping her eyes shut. What kind of night did I have? She felt like absolute hell, and from what she could tell, her hands were tied up. Cas must have turned out to be a freak in the bed or—
Then it hit her. Like a monstrous tsunami to the face, it smacked her back to reality and her eyes shot open. Head wounds always left her brain fuzzy, no doubt someone breaking her neck would do the same thing.
Wren's eyes darted to either of her hands, they were still attached but restrained. Her arms were held out to either side of her, spread like a bird. Thick metal brackets pinned them to the walls. She groaned, pulling against the cuffs with all the strength she had and nothing. Of course, she didn't have the strength of someone like the hulk, but she'd able to break out of standard metal restraints.
Wren had been captured pretty early on into the Hydra's attack. For the best of her knowledge, she thought she was the only one. But, once she stopped freaking out about her own situation, she finally let herself take in her surroundings. Wren inhaled sharply when she saw others with her. She could handle going through something like this alone, but it is a whole new ballpark when others are involved.
Frankie, Lilith, Caitria, Ulrich, Alec and... Cassius.
She sat there in silent shock. Hydra knew what they were doing, and that was scary. Everyone of them was restrained and bound in just the right ways that would refrain them from being able to use their abilities to escape. They all looked like they were part of the prom from hell.
Wren looked at Lilith who sat across from her. She tried her best to smile, even though it was probably evident that it wasn't the most sincere smile. "I saw you kicking ass back there. Your training is showing... But, when we get out of here, I'll have to teach you how to get out of a choke hold." Her gaze then drifted over to Alec. She didn't really know what to say to him, just looked at him as she tried to keep herself from freaking out.
As Wren's memories slowly started to piece together, the more furious she got. The next thing she remembered was the harpoon. A mother fucking harpoon... Right through the chest. Her gaze fell to her chest, where the abdomen portion of her dress was ripped to shreds. It must have done a number on her because large spider shaped wound was still healing. Within another hour or so it'd be back to normal, but it was definitely the worst injury she's ever sustained... Aside from her neck being snapped.
Then everything that happened before the explosion slowly came back. She remembered dancing, and actually being somewhat happy to be at the gala which was not expected when she went. Wren slowly looked over at Cas, her brows furrowing as she frowned slightly. His restraints didn't look all that spectacular, probably iron, unlike her own. After all, it's not like he had super strength so he didn't need a special arrangement like some of the rest of them. But what he did have that the others didn't, was a gag. How in the hell did Hydra even know about him? Cassius was so new to the Academy, that everyone else in the room wouldn't even know who he was. But somehow Hydra knew, and they had him here.
She got a brief flash of a thought, hearing him call after her in the middle of all the chaos. Did he try to save her? No one tried to save Wren. Her and Mia Cage were some of the most indestructible people at the school. It's was usually assumed that they could handle their own. Wren stared at his arm which had a haphazard bandage around it that was stained crimson. She sighed softly. "I told you to hide," she said quietly to him. "Are you ok?"
Frankie startled awake, hyperventilating as she looked around frantically. She pulled and tugged at the binds that pinned her to the wall. Why couldn't she break them? She could lift a car and stop a bus... But, she couldn't break out of the cuffs!? It was hard for her to keep a level head while in a helpless situation. In all of her life, she's never once been in a situation where she was completely, one hundred precent out of control and it terrified her.
She couldn't fight the tears that started to run down her cheeks as she continued to struggle against the restraints. Images of the previous night flashed through her head like snapshots going from a dance to the hell that she was in now. Frankie's memories froze on the sight of Nathaniel, falling to his knees when he couldn't save her. The sadness she saw his in his eyes overwhelmed her. "I will find you, Francita. I promise."
Frankie slowly gave up, her thrashing and seizing until she sat there with her head hung in defeat. She sniffled back the tears. She tried to take deep breaths to calm herself down. Overreacting wasn't going to help anything, but how could she not? After a moment, she raised her head to look around the room. "Did anyone see what happened at the Academy?" Her eyes searched all of them for any answers they might have. Although she could guess what the answer was, she still hoped someone knew more than she did.
"Please tell me no one died..." Frankie sighed.
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Tobias slowly woke up, his head dizzy and sightly fuzzy. He tried to sit up but before he could even shift, a hand was on his shoulder holding him down against the bed. "Mr. Lehnsherr, you can't make any sudden movements or you'll tear your stitches."
He groaned, looking down at his abdomen. Tobias blinked the grogginess from his eyes as he tried to focus. Bandages were wrapped around his bare torso where he last remembered seeing blood and a piece of glass protruding from his side. He moved his hand to run his fingertips along the wrappings, furrowing his brows slightly. He sighed softly, looking back over to the hand that had held him down, meeting the gaze of a concerned nurse.
"You're going to be fine. The mechanism they put you in pushed the piece of glass further into your side. You suffered some minor internal bleeding, bumps and bruises, but nothing that won't heal over time."
Tobias nodded his head, keeping his hand on his side focused on the field of white that broke up his tattooed abdomen. His gaze slowly drifted to look around the medical wing. Honestly, Tobias had never stepped foot in this part of the academy. He never had to. All the simulations were relatively safe and any injuries he sustained were minor enough to just use a simple first aid kit. The room was stark white, with large windows that looked out over the harbor. But, most of the view was blocked by cranes and construction equipment as work had already begun to fix the hole in the side of the tower.
He looked around the large room, countless beds filled with the injured bodies of his classmates. Many faces he recognized populated the room, and obvious ones were missing. What calm he had started to fade away when he noticed the absence of a particular red head. Disregarding the nurse's warning, he sat up abruptly, holding his side with a groan. He tried to get out of his bed, but was stopped. "Where are the others? Where's Petra!?"
Tobias refused to sit down, nervously scanning each bed again and again, even checking the unharmed students lingered in the room to keep an eye on injured friends. Or maybe they didn't feel comfortable being alone at that particular moment. After all, who would be able to sleep after that? But she wasn't to be found. No red hair anywhere. He reached out his free hand to grab his cell phone on the table beside his bed, quickly cursing when he realized it was hers. "No, no. Where in the hell is she?"
Tobias slowly woke up, his head dizzy and sightly fuzzy. He tried to sit up but before he could even shift, a hand was on his shoulder holding him down against the bed. "Mr. Lehnsherr, you can't make any sudden movements or you'll tear your stitches."
He groaned, looking down at his abdomen. Tobias blinked the grogginess from his eyes as he tried to focus. Bandages were wrapped around his bare torso where he last remembered seeing blood and a piece of glass protruding from his side. He moved his hand to run his fingertips along the wrappings, furrowing his brows slightly. He sighed softly, looking back over to the hand that had held him down, meeting the gaze of a concerned nurse.
"You're going to be fine. The mechanism they put you in pushed the piece of glass further into your side. You suffered some minor internal bleeding, bumps and bruises, but nothing that won't heal over time."
Tobias nodded his head, keeping his hand on his side focused on the field of white that broke up his tattooed abdomen. His gaze slowly drifted to look around the medical wing. Honestly, Tobias had never stepped foot in this part of the academy. He never had to. All the simulations were relatively safe and any injuries he sustained were minor enough to just use a simple first aid kit. The room was stark white, with large windows that looked out over the harbor. But, most of the view was blocked by cranes and construction equipment as work had already begun to fix the hole in the side of the tower.
He looked around the large room, countless beds filled with the injured bodies of his classmates. Many faces he recognized populated the room, and obvious ones were missing. What calm he had started to fade away when he noticed the absence of a particular red head. Disregarding the nurse's warning, he sat up abruptly, holding his side with a groan. He tried to get out of his bed, but was stopped. "Where are the others? Where's Petra!?"
Tobias refused to sit down, nervously scanning each bed again and again, even checking the unharmed students lingered in the room to keep an eye on injured friends. Or maybe they didn't feel comfortable being alone at that particular moment. After all, who would be able to sleep after that? But she wasn't to be found. No red hair anywhere. He reached out his free hand to grab his cell phone on the table beside his bed, quickly cursing when he realized it was hers. "No, no. Where in the hell is she?"
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Ross was out cold. But when he heard Tobias becoming irate in the bed to the left of him, he woke up. Ross looked like death. He didn't get the worst of it like some of the others who were shot or whatever else. But, all of his injuries were cosmetic making him look like the shit end of an elephant. A white plastic form was taped over his broken nose. It didn't hide the deep shades of blue and purple that colored his cheeks and wrapped under his eyes. His left eye was nearly swollen shut with the same sickening color. With any movement of his mouth he felt the split in his lip threaten to reopen.
He could barely open his left eye as he turned his head to look towards Tobias. The tattooed male looked in fairly good condition other than the bandages wrapped around his torso. HIs injuries had to be more internal based on the nervousness of the nurses as they tried to get him to lay back down in his bed. Ross groaned as he placed his hands on the sides of the bed, pushing off of the mattress so that he was sitting up. Breathing hurt, like needles were poking his lungs. He looked down at his bare chest seeing a similar wrap around his own torso, but it wasn't stained with blood. Broken ribs maybe?
Tobias looked over toward Ross, his eyes wide when noticing the Scot was awake. "Ross! Where is Petra? Did they take her?"
Like an alarm in his head, Ross' mind flashed a siren. "Shite!" Without a moment's hesitation, he ripped the IV from his arm. He stumbled out of his bed, knocking over a tray as he caught himself against a table.
Nurses quickly hurried to his side, trying to steady him and move him back into bed. "Mr. McCulloch, you must stay in bed."
Ross, shoved their hands away, pushing past the nurses. "Aye will, just move." It seemed the more nurses he pushed past, the more congregated in front of him. "Move!" They didn't, instead speaking all their calming words as if he was in shock waking up in the hospital. He didn't have the time to explain himself. So, before they could get their hands on him, Ross turned and hurdled Tobias' bed, being sure to jump over his legs and nothing important.
"Sorry, mate!" he called back toward him as he sprinted out of the room in only hospital pants. Every corner he turned, Ross nearly lost his footing and balance, often slamming into the wall with a painful groan. His bare feet smacking against the tiled floors echoed throughout the halls as he ran. He ignored the flaring pain in his chest as his breathing became labored. Ross was terrified the mirror was gone or thrown out. No one would have known there was anything different with that compact compared to any other. Only he would know.
He reached the staircase, taking each flight in a step or two. Ross didn't bother waiting on an elevator. It would take too long and knowing J.A.R.V.I.S., the fucking A.I. wouldn't let him leave the floor and the nurses would quickly catch up with him. As he turned down the hallway towards the ball room, debris littered the floor and caution tape covered the doors. Ross tried his best to tip toe run through the debris, not particularly wanting to cut his feet.
"Mr. McCulloch, this part of the Academy is currently off limits for repairs. If you proceed any farther I will have to alert the mentors."
"Oy, shut up ya fackin' computer," Ross shouted toward the ceiling, waving his hand as if to dismiss the A.I.. He slammed his shoulder into the closest door, throwing it open. The room looked like an utter and complete disaster, but not as bad as it had the night before. The construction crew had already started to clean out all the debris, and there were no longer bodies littered throughout the room.
The closet construction workers froze where they stood, turning to look at Ross. Some dropped what they did, and came at him like trying to catch a cornered wild animal. "Have any of ya found a small compact mirror?" he asked as his eyes frantically searched the room.
"Sir, I think you're just in shock. Would you like to take a seat and we can get you help?"
Ross smacked away one of their hands as they reached out for him. "Don't touch meh unless ya want a broken hand!" The men weren't dumb and knew what building they were in. They didn't know who Ross was or what abilities he possessed, but they didn't seem like they were willing to test it. Smart move.
He pushed past them, trying to scratch the recesses of his mind to remember where she was when he threw the mirror. Ross froze, pressing his finger tips to his temples as he closed his eyes. He let the events of last night replay in his mind until it clicked. He sprinted across the room towards an over turned table. He flipped it out of the way his left hand, and let out a sigh of relief when he saw the mirror intact on the ground. He quickly picked it up and flipped it open. Ross then slid his right hand through the mirror, holding it out into the mirror dimension. "Red! It's meh," he said, motioning his hand in a come hither motion. "Come on, take me hand."
Ross was out cold. But when he heard Tobias becoming irate in the bed to the left of him, he woke up. Ross looked like death. He didn't get the worst of it like some of the others who were shot or whatever else. But, all of his injuries were cosmetic making him look like the shit end of an elephant. A white plastic form was taped over his broken nose. It didn't hide the deep shades of blue and purple that colored his cheeks and wrapped under his eyes. His left eye was nearly swollen shut with the same sickening color. With any movement of his mouth he felt the split in his lip threaten to reopen.
He could barely open his left eye as he turned his head to look towards Tobias. The tattooed male looked in fairly good condition other than the bandages wrapped around his torso. HIs injuries had to be more internal based on the nervousness of the nurses as they tried to get him to lay back down in his bed. Ross groaned as he placed his hands on the sides of the bed, pushing off of the mattress so that he was sitting up. Breathing hurt, like needles were poking his lungs. He looked down at his bare chest seeing a similar wrap around his own torso, but it wasn't stained with blood. Broken ribs maybe?
Tobias looked over toward Ross, his eyes wide when noticing the Scot was awake. "Ross! Where is Petra? Did they take her?"
Like an alarm in his head, Ross' mind flashed a siren. "Shite!" Without a moment's hesitation, he ripped the IV from his arm. He stumbled out of his bed, knocking over a tray as he caught himself against a table.
Nurses quickly hurried to his side, trying to steady him and move him back into bed. "Mr. McCulloch, you must stay in bed."
Ross, shoved their hands away, pushing past the nurses. "Aye will, just move." It seemed the more nurses he pushed past, the more congregated in front of him. "Move!" They didn't, instead speaking all their calming words as if he was in shock waking up in the hospital. He didn't have the time to explain himself. So, before they could get their hands on him, Ross turned and hurdled Tobias' bed, being sure to jump over his legs and nothing important.
"Sorry, mate!" he called back toward him as he sprinted out of the room in only hospital pants. Every corner he turned, Ross nearly lost his footing and balance, often slamming into the wall with a painful groan. His bare feet smacking against the tiled floors echoed throughout the halls as he ran. He ignored the flaring pain in his chest as his breathing became labored. Ross was terrified the mirror was gone or thrown out. No one would have known there was anything different with that compact compared to any other. Only he would know.
He reached the staircase, taking each flight in a step or two. Ross didn't bother waiting on an elevator. It would take too long and knowing J.A.R.V.I.S., the fucking A.I. wouldn't let him leave the floor and the nurses would quickly catch up with him. As he turned down the hallway towards the ball room, debris littered the floor and caution tape covered the doors. Ross tried his best to tip toe run through the debris, not particularly wanting to cut his feet.
"Mr. McCulloch, this part of the Academy is currently off limits for repairs. If you proceed any farther I will have to alert the mentors."
"Oy, shut up ya fackin' computer," Ross shouted toward the ceiling, waving his hand as if to dismiss the A.I.. He slammed his shoulder into the closest door, throwing it open. The room looked like an utter and complete disaster, but not as bad as it had the night before. The construction crew had already started to clean out all the debris, and there were no longer bodies littered throughout the room.
The closet construction workers froze where they stood, turning to look at Ross. Some dropped what they did, and came at him like trying to catch a cornered wild animal. "Have any of ya found a small compact mirror?" he asked as his eyes frantically searched the room.
"Sir, I think you're just in shock. Would you like to take a seat and we can get you help?"
Ross smacked away one of their hands as they reached out for him. "Don't touch meh unless ya want a broken hand!" The men weren't dumb and knew what building they were in. They didn't know who Ross was or what abilities he possessed, but they didn't seem like they were willing to test it. Smart move.
He pushed past them, trying to scratch the recesses of his mind to remember where she was when he threw the mirror. Ross froze, pressing his finger tips to his temples as he closed his eyes. He let the events of last night replay in his mind until it clicked. He sprinted across the room towards an over turned table. He flipped it out of the way his left hand, and let out a sigh of relief when he saw the mirror intact on the ground. He quickly picked it up and flipped it open. Ross then slid his right hand through the mirror, holding it out into the mirror dimension. "Red! It's meh," he said, motioning his hand in a come hither motion. "Come on, take me hand."