Post by Camila Reyes on Oct 17, 2015 15:51:02 GMT -5
The last thing Camila remembered was banging her head against a pole. Everything had gone dark, and she was sure that Carter felt like an absolutely horrible sister. She did not know where she was, or who the hell was murmuring in the background, but boy, did she have an effing migraine. Poles: 1, Reyes: 0. One thing was for sure, though; she would certainly be making a comeback. I’ll show them who’s boss, she thought, attempting to rub the back of her head while sitting up. As she quickly found out though, she was not going to be rubbing the back of her head or scratching any uncomfortable itches anytime soon.
The first tip-off was the rattling of chains, and it caused her eyes to snap open. She immediately regretted this decision, of course, because the world around her was spinning. She knew very well that it was probably just because she smashed her head on a hard object and was not treated for a concussion, but she figured the spinning would just subside over time. In the meantime, she shut her sapphire eyes tightly, trying to force her unruly occipital lobe to stop making the world look like it was spinning. She heard something slam and she flinched slightly, peeking one eye open to see what was going on in front of her. Thankfully, the world had stopped spinning, so she could very clearly see the men that were facing her. Her eyes widened slightly and she tried to stand up, but yelped when she was pulled back to the ground. “What the hell is this?” she barked, pulling her hands up and rattling the chains. She did not remember being chained in an empty room with two strange people in suits as part of the deal of the tournament.
“You should relax a little,” one of the men said with a smirk, “You’re going to be here for while.” Camila’s upper lip curled slightly and she sneered, “Like hell I will. Now let me out of here!” The well-dressed man who had not yet spoken strode over to her and stood above her menacingly. She stared up at him with defiant, sapphire eyes as he bent down to her eye level. Wordlessly, he slapped her across the face with enough force to turn her head sideways. Beyond a bruise that was forming on her cheek, though, there was not likely going to be any other damage. “Is that all you got?” she snorted, attempting to cross her arms but wincing when she realized the awkwardness of the position and how the cuffs dug into her wrist if she twisted them that way, “They’ve done more than b**** slap me here, ya’ know.” The two men looked at each other and chuckled and Camila raised her eyebrow at them. “Hey, what’s so-” she started before a foot was forcefully shoved into her stomach. She let out an undignified ‘oof’ and fell backwards, causing the cuffs of the chains to dig into her skin more. She did not let the sting of pain show on her face, however. After all, that was exactly what they wanted. They wanted her to wince and grimace in pain; that was how they were going to break her. Like hell you will, she thought defiantly, setting her jaw in determination.
“So, rumor has it you have some connections with the rebels,” the clearly talkative agent said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning his back against the wall, “Care to share?” Camila snickered slightly; if they were trying to interrogate her, they were not doing a very good job of it, that much was for certain. “What’s it to ya?” she retorted, holding her head high and looking them both in the sunglasses since she could not see their eyes. The one who leaned against the wall glanced at his partner, who delivered another swift kick to Camila’s stomach and, had she not been chained, she surely would have used his kick against him to kick his pompous a**. Instead she took the blow with only the twitch of her left eye. She was tempted to throw back another smart retort, but the talkative one spoke again. “We know you’re one of them,” the calm agent replied, leaning his head against the wall and shrugging, “If you just tell us what we want to know, we can let you go and this can all be over. We really don’t want to hurt you, you know.” The brunette tilted her head, as if she was pretending to consider the offer. Her eyebrows pulled together, and she looked thoughtful for a few moments before speaking up once more. “Well, it depends on what you want to know,” she replied, turning her head slightly and batting her eyelashes at them. The calm agent smirked, “Well, we could start with your leader.” She waited a few moments, leaving them hanging before bursting out laughing. “You guys are the worst cops ever!” she exclaimed through her hysterics, trying to clutch at her stomach because she was laughing so much.
Camila looked up at the men with a small smirk and a shrug, “In other words, sorry, no can do. You guys really suck at your job, you know that? You don’t scare me. I’ve had guns pointed in my face. I’ve been shot, stabbed, burned, and injured in various other ways. You really think a few kicks, punches, and slaps are gonna do anything? You’re sorely mistaken.” She saw the expression of the physical agent change and she braced herself, because he charged at her. His kick was swift and hard, and it caught her off balance, causing her to fall backwards with her back flat on the stone floor. The man then stood over her and basically stepped on the left side of her trunk, right over her ribcage. She could not help the grimace her face contorted into when she felt sharp pain and heard a dull ‘snap’. From that point, she breathed shallowly, just in case any of her ribs were indeed broken. For some time, it was a stare down between her and the agents. It was almost as if they were watching the cogs in each other’s heads turn.
“You really have balls, don’t you girly?” the calm agent questioned, raising his eyebrow at the feisty brunette. Camila chuckled, shrugging a little, “Well, I hang out with guys a lot. Girls are too much drama.” She chuckled a little to herself, thinking about Carter for a moment. After a few moments of silence, the calm agent started to speak again. “It’s a shame you can’t help us,” he said, pushing himself off the wall and heading toward the door, “You could have avoided this, but you’re leaving me no choice.” With that, the calm agent walked out the door, leaving Camila alone with the angry agent. They stared at each other for some time, just watching one another silently before he lunged at her. She fought him as best she could, but the chains around her wrists and ankles severely limited her range of motion. She could barely land any hits on him and he continually beat her up. She forced herself to keep a mask of indifference on the entire time. He wants a reaction. Don’t give him one, she kept repeating to herself, aiming elbows and feet at his ribs or any available body parts as best she could. She knew that he would tire out soon enough and that, when he did, he would finally leave. Then, and only then, would she be able to get out. Unfortunately, because she was thinking so much, he was able to grab a hold of her hair and use it to bang her head against the floor, effectively knocking her out. The room started to spin again, and she put her hand to her forehead, feeling something warm there. Not even two seconds later, the world went pitch black.
When she came to, Camila noticed she was completely alone. She forced herself up onto her knees, biting back the expletives that wanted to leave her lips. She noticed blood on her legs and wondered how the hell it had gotten there, but she knew that it was only a matter of time before they sent someone else in. She took a few deep breaths to center herself before forming a swirling yellow aura. She willed it to form into a dagger and looked for the weak spot on the cuff around her left wrist. When she found it, she hacked at it and hacked at it until it was dented just enough for her to use her wrist to break the rest of it. Sure, it hurt like hell, but she was able to use her left hand to turn the cuff of the right restraint around. She formed the yellow aura into the shape of the key that fit into the slot on the cuff and unlocked it. She quickly did the same to her ankles and let the chains clatter to the floor. The adrenaline coursing through her veins helped her more or less break down the wooden door that stood between her and freedom. She ran as fast as she could manage down the dark hallway, struggling to breathe adequately because of her stupid ribs. She wandered around for Lord knows how long, hoping that she would be able to find a way to escape and help out her teammates. Don’t do anything stupid, guys, she thought, threading her hands together briefly before continuing to wander in the darkness.
