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 Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2016 7:48 pm
There wasn’t much for Jet to do other than to sit and think about all the things he could have done with his life, and all the things he wanted to do once he was freed. If he was freed. If he survived this experience and was able to get his revenge on all of these White Moon bastards. They thought they could just come in and make a point of kidnapping them and torturing them for information? Well, they had another thing coming.
“You’re all cowards,” he scoffed when he heard someone at the door to his cell. “You bring us here but you don’t have the balls to kill us. Typical. That’s the weakness of the White Moon. So self-righteous and full of s**t.”
His voice was dulled to his own ears. He ached from what had already been done to him, but still defiant no matter how they tried to break him. Whatever they thought they could do to break him, they needed to step up their game. Otherwise, it was just pathetic.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 7:32 pm
They'd taken his sister. They'd taken Anna. No. He didn't give a ******** that they were now senshi. He didn't give a ******** that Anna--that Skoll--could fight as well as he could. She was his sister. The idea that she could have been hurt--worse--still set fire to his blood. The idea that he could probably attribute most of the deaths in his neck of the city--the drug dealers just trying to make a few bucks for their ******** families, the street kids and punks that didn't ******** know better--were likely due to these jackasses...
As Hati opened the door to one of the cells, the voice that snapped back made his hackles rise. He sounded young. Even if his power was above Hati's own... he was bound. He was weak.
At six-foot-four, Hati had no issue lifting up his leather boot. And aiming it right for the back of the bound kid's head. "And how much better is the Negaverse then? Letting welps like you be lead to slaughter? Interesting how none of them have ******** bothered to find your sorry a**."
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 8:51 pm
There wasn’t any time for Jet to say anything else. Even as he opened his mouth to goad the senshi on some more, the man decided to use Jet’s head as a stool. One moment he was sitting up straight, the second he felt the sole of the heavy boot making contact with his head, and felt his body bend forward as his face made contact with the ground.
He let out a yelp of pain as he ate the floor, his wrists straining against the ropes that bound him. “Get off me,” he practically screeched, flailing as best he could to try and get himself free, all the while trying to ignore the fact that the force of hitting the ground caused his bottom lip to split. <******** you, of course they’re bothering! Unless you doubt your own ability to keep us like cattle! Why keep us alive if you expect us to be found so easily??” he spat, blood dripping from his chin to the floor.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2016 9:46 am
Hati's laugh was cold, rough and sharp and razors. No one was going to intervene on this one. Maybe someone would, who felt bad for a screaming brat. But overall..? No one was going to bother opening that door back up.
"Keep screaming like that, and you'll just call in the blood hounds," the warned, grinding his boot a bit harder against the back of the Captain's head before removing his foot. He leaned against the far wall, watching the kid with a sneer. "We've got the tools to prevent you ******** from teleporting. We can mask your energy, and our own. If your people wanted you found, they'd have been going after Order harder to get you back." His shoulders lifted in a vague, barely amused shrug. "No such hits. No such attacks. Why would they give a ******** about some snot-nosed brats who were weak enough to get caught? You're only going to be weak links in future operations, if the Negaverse didn't just let us take you ******** out now."
Hati wanted to rip this kid apart. He didn't give a ******** about information, about purifying these bastards. If they were fool enough to fall into this s**t, to stay in this s**t, and attack others... Fine.
That just meant, in this senshi's eyes, they were already dead to the rest of the world.
"Not that hard to send a message, if an organization like the Negaverse actually was offended we'd taken some of their squabbling brats."
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2016 3:02 pm
Jet snapped his head up to glare at the senshi once he removed his foot from the back of his head, a low growl emitting from deep in his throat. “Well, what is it then?” he spat, utterly unimpressed with every word that dripped from this guy’s mouth. “Either we’re not worth trying to rescue, or you’re proud of your achievements in keeping us here and unable to be found. Which is it? If you’re really convinced the Negaverse won’t come for us, then why go through so much effort to hide us?”
Whether or not the Negaverse was putting in any effort to find them, he didn’t care. Whether or not they thought he and the others who had been taken were worth anything, he didn’t care. If he survived he would simply give the Negaverse all the information he’d obtained. If he was killed, then… he would no longer be alone.
What these people didn’t know was that the Negaverse was the only thing he felt he had to live for. Jericho and Lovely had their families. His only family was killed by a senshi. If he died, who would really care?
“The Negaverse works in the shadows. You wouldn’t know if they were looking for us or about to attack you until they were already doing it,” he grinned, blood in his mouth and his eyes wild. “You might think you have everything under control, but for all you know, you’re falling right into our plans.”
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