"We'll come back for you later, Proctor."
Andrew was tossed onto the ground, weak from blood loss. His vision was once still obscured by the blindfold, a preventive action so he wouldn't use his powers. He coughed up blood upon impact and rolled onto his back as the cell door was shut with a loud squeal. His wrist ached from supporting the weight of his limp body, but it was nothing compared to the throbbing pain of the wounds on his torso. A sense of relief washed over him as the captor's footsteps moved farther and farther away. Finally Andrew couldn't remain conscious any longer, he passed out right there, by the cell block door.
"They're being held captive. I don't know where, I don't know why, I don't know by who."
Captive? That would explain the reason behind the attacks. But were the attackers just targeting villains. No, Helena thought readily. Our superiors weren't the only ones killed. The heroes had people die too. Would that mean that some of their trainees were captured as well? Helena sighed inwardly. There was only one way to find out.
"We have to talk to the Heroes."
Horns blared as Tony weaved his way through the traffic, the wheels of his skateboard dragging against the asphalt. He gripped the book tightly in his hand, his concern wreaking havoc on his mind. It was eating away at him: thinking about what had happened to her. She'd never leave a book behind, especially her collection of Poe. Something was wrong. Tony rounded the corner of the back entrance where all the cars went to park, slowing down to a stop before the security door. The book entered his line of sight and he stopped, one foot still on the skateboard. He was getting antsy from worry, and it wasn't like him. He tsk'ed, burying his pride as he reached into his pocket for his phone. Her name stuck out amongst all of the other contacts as reality sunk in. What if she didn't answer? What would that mean? Or was he just over reacting...
He swallowed the lump in his throat and balanced the phone in his hand. "Come on Tony," he muttered to himself, "Stop being such a pussy." Clicking the 'enter' key, her number was dialed, and he brought the receiver up to his ear. She answered right away, and Tony felt himself sigh in relief at the sound of her heavy breathing. His words came out fast and he knew he was rambling, and it should've occurred to him that she sounded like she was crying but he was speaking before he could process it. "Lara? Lara, I found your book. Where are you? Everything's on fire downtown and it's a mess. Please tell me you're alright."
Lara's voice was a frantic whisper as she choke back sobs, "Tony? I-I-I can't...I don't know. Please you have to help me. There's these men and-..."
Her voice was scrambled but her desperate tone made his heart ache. "Lara?" He was losing connection on her end and he could barely hear her. Where the hell was she? Tony's words left him through clenched teeth, "Lara, you're breaking up. Who took you?"
"I don't know they were wearing masks. Tony please-..." Tony's eyes fell shut as her breath caught. The phone shook against his ear as he stood by the entrance of the Hero's den. Whether he was shaking from rage or fear, he couldn't be sure. "...-they're digging in my memories. I don't know what to do. I just don't."
Tony let out a ragged breath, and let out a curse under his breath. He never thought this would happen. Not to her. He spoke again, trying with a strenuous effort to remain calm for Lara's sake. "Lara. Listen to me, okay? I'm getting you out of this. I'm coming after you. Just-..." He echaled through his nostrils in pent up rage. He'd destroy whoever did this to her. Whoever did this was going to pay. "Just stay strong. I know you can. Don't let them break you."
He heard her nod on the other end and yearned to be at her side. "Okay," she muttered to herself in assurance, "I can do that and hurry they're-..."
"Hey! What're you doing!" Tony's heart dropped at the angry voice shouting on the other end. Anxiety riddled adrenaline pounded in his veins as Lara's panicked breathing prickled his ears. "Is that a phone!?"
"Lara!"
"No wait!" Her voice was far away as she screamed his name, "Tony!"
"Shut up!" Tony heard her strangled cry of pain as she was kicked to the ground, and he clenched his fist with a white-knuckled strength. The captor chuckled before greeting him with a venomous hello, "Hi Tony."
"Listen here you piece of shit," Tony spat, his voice oozing with murderous intent, "I'm only going to say this once." His voice was low and threatening as he enunciated every word with malice. "I'm coming for her. I will find her. And when I do? I'm coming for you."
The captor laughed, his voice wickedly playful, "Oh really now? And what would you do once you found me lover boy?"
"I'm going to kill you...in the most gruesome way I know how."
The captor hummed melodramatically, "Aww. That's sweet. Quite honestly I'm flattered. I wish the best of luck to you, really. It'll be hard tracking us down." Tony's skin crawled as the man on the other end emitted a sinister chuckle, "I'll make sure we take good care of your girlfriend until you arrive."
"Don't you fucking touch her, you bastard!" Tony hollered.
"Ta~Ta!" The captor sung, laughing as he hung up the phone.
Tony's face contorted in unbridled rage, as he slammed his cell phone shut. He punched the concrete wall beside him, the skin of his knuckles splitting apart at the contact, his middle knuckle breaking. "FUCK!" His cry was not of pain but of anger. Turning on his heels, he went through the security entrances with a scowl plastered on his face. He tore through the compound, finding Scott in the conference room. He looked around to see that his trainer was the only one there, and that Scott looked worse for wear. "Where is everyone, Scott? What the hell is going on?"