Prompt is here: http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/19860.html?thread=7174548#t7174548 I probably shouldn't be listening to Shake Your Groove Thing while writing this, but oh well! This is sort of just one giant chapter broken up into smaller parts. Hopefully it fits what prompter!anon wanted.
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They knew something was wrong when he didn't return.
Ezio never took this long on a mission.
Though Ezio’s budding guild had only five members, two of them were already full-fledged assassins. They had insisted someone go with him, but he wouldn’t hear of it. It was too dangerous, he said. He would be able to handle it.
Claudia had tried to soothe the tattered nerves of her brother’s recruits by saying he might have gotten side tracked, or he was simply taking a little break on his way back. It helped.
Sort of. -----
Ezio didn’t remember how it had all happened. The mission was going well; some resistance from guards, but that was a simple problem to deal with. Then, all of a sudden, the tables turned. Someone got him from behind, and the next thing he was somewhat aware of was himself dropping to the ground, then darkness.
He woke up blindfolded, and in some chair. Alright, not good, but not terrible, either. He had stayed like that for a day, without food, and minimal water, before things took a turn south. His captors taunted him conversationally. They were never mean, nor brash. They were calm voices, but there was something about each – something in the way it accented words, or took long pauses that just drove Ezio up the wall.
Ezio assumed the man was trying to get him weakened, using lack of food, and slight sensory deprivation. However, he was stronger than that. And he assumed his captors would know that, too.
He did. What Ezio didn’t account for was that they knew the one thing that the assassin could actually call a phobia. Things could only get worse when that one man tied a rope around Ezio’s neck.
“No, we do not intend to kill you,” The voices taunted.
“Only... make our point clear.”
The men left Ezio like that for three more days. No matter what he did – no matter how hard he tried – Ezio could not calm himself. Painful memories flooded back all too quickly. Every couple of hours, one of them would sneak up behind him, and tug roughly on the rope, causing the assassin to choke out a dry scream. To add to this, Ezio had been stripped of his shirt, and his back was whipped once ever three hours, three times.
At some point, Ezio would sleep, but it was plagued with nightmares. He’d wake up from his own screaming; he was always sweating profusely, his breathing laboured and every little sound had him fidgeting. Though, there were times of peace. His mind would wonder, imagining Claudia berating him on being late. Niccolo was probably in a twist about it all. Leonardo, most likely, was the one in the middle coming up with the possible excuses as to his tardiness. His recruits... oh, and his recruits. They were most likely the ones Leonardo was placating as best he could.
In those fleeting moments, Ezio would manage a small, miniscule smile. They were always wiped clean in seconds, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps. ----- I'll upload the next part tomorrow when I get back from school. Have a mini-prologue ~_~
Recruits to the Rescue [prologue]
I probably shouldn't be listening to Shake Your Groove Thing while writing this, but oh well! This is sort of just one giant chapter broken up into smaller parts. Hopefully it fits what prompter!anon wanted.
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They knew something was wrong when he didn't return.
Ezio never took this long on a mission.
Though Ezio’s budding guild had only five members, two of them were already full-fledged assassins. They had insisted someone go with him, but he wouldn’t hear of it. It was too dangerous, he said. He would be able to handle it.
Claudia had tried to soothe the tattered nerves of her brother’s recruits by saying he might have gotten side tracked, or he was simply taking a little break on his way back.
It helped.
Sort of.
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Ezio didn’t remember how it had all happened. The mission was going well; some resistance from guards, but that was a simple problem to deal with. Then, all of a sudden, the tables turned. Someone got him from behind, and the next thing he was somewhat aware of was himself dropping to the ground, then darkness.
He woke up blindfolded, and in some chair. Alright, not good, but not terrible, either. He had stayed like that for a day, without food, and minimal water, before things took a turn south. His captors taunted him conversationally. They were never mean, nor brash. They were calm voices, but there was something about each – something in the way it accented words, or took long pauses that just drove Ezio up the wall.
Ezio assumed the man was trying to get him weakened, using lack of food, and slight sensory deprivation. However, he was stronger than that. And he assumed his captors would know that, too.
He did. What Ezio didn’t account for was that they knew the one thing that the assassin could actually call a phobia. Things could only get worse when that one man tied a rope around Ezio’s neck.
“No, we do not intend to kill you,” The voices taunted.
“Only... make our point clear.”
The men left Ezio like that for three more days. No matter what he did – no matter how hard he tried – Ezio could not calm himself. Painful memories flooded back all too quickly. Every couple of hours, one of them would sneak up behind him, and tug roughly on the rope, causing the assassin to choke out a dry scream. To add to this, Ezio had been stripped of his shirt, and his back was whipped once ever three hours, three times.
At some point, Ezio would sleep, but it was plagued with nightmares. He’d wake up from his own screaming; he was always sweating profusely, his breathing laboured and every little sound had him fidgeting. Though, there were times of peace. His mind would wonder, imagining Claudia berating him on being late. Niccolo was probably in a twist about it all. Leonardo, most likely, was the one in the middle coming up with the possible excuses as to his tardiness. His recruits... oh, and his recruits. They were most likely the ones Leonardo was placating as best he could.
In those fleeting moments, Ezio would manage a small, miniscule smile. They were always wiped clean in seconds, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps.
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I'll upload the next part tomorrow when I get back from school. Have a mini-prologue ~_~