Backdated to the GAPS plot

[behindmothersback]

I'm so tired, Father. I've lost track of the amount of time I've been here, all the tests and all the questions have worn me down. I haven't felt this tired and alone since Rapture and there, at least I had hope that the Sisters and I would be able to resurrect you and you would rescue me. I yearn for that kind of hope and in my darkest hours, when I hear the sounds of pain and loss in the cells around me, I fear it will never come.

I've been locked in a room, some kind of interrogation cell, for I don't know how long. I'm hungry and they gave me something instead of my regular anti-plasmid dose that has my head foggy. I think it's because I threw a punch at a guard yesterday. Or the day before. I suppose it doesn't matter, but they have someone coming in, a specialist of some kind who is supposed to see if my power works against... I think they said magic. They weren't talking to me and it was hard to overhear. I think they mean for me to fight again, but this isn't the arena. I don't know where I am.

There are chairs, but I ignore them, sitting on the floor with by back to the corner. I'm certain if they mean me to sit in the chair, they'll be more than happy to tie me to it. For now, I just want to close my eyes for a bit.

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[high_warlock]

He knew there was more coming. He hadn't been paying attention at all to the twist and turn of the corridors as he had been led down them, hadn't noted the number of guards at regular intervals or what weapons they carried. There hadn't been any need. They hadn't troubled him. But now Magnus really, really fucking wished he was a little more like Alec, noting danger everywhere. He wished he had been a little more prepared.

Rounding the corner, Magnus immediately threw out a spell, knocking guns out a few men's hands. They had to scramble for a moment to retrieve them, and Magnus made to grab Eleanor's hand.

That was when something small and sharp bit into his neck and burning pain erupted through his veins.

The corridor went two ways, of course, and someone had come up behind him with something that looked an awful lot like a tranquilizer gun. But this was not a simple tranquilizer.

With an animal shout of pain, Magnus stumbled back against the wall as the man aimed his gun again.

[behindmothersback]

I take his hand, Father, but only for a moment. I see the dart embed itself in his flesh and I know the fight is over. We're caught, and I'll be forever grateful for his attempt, but I am hardly surprised. He will sleep and he will wake in a cell, just as I did. Just as everyone did in this place.

I feel the anger rise, Father, greater than anything I'd known before. It isn't fair. None of us made this choice, at least Rapture had been a hell of people's individual making, this was just... cruelty. And no one knew. No one outside or there would have been rescue attempts. Or Magnus would not have been so surprised to see me as I was.

As he stumbles, I scream, the sound of a Big Sister escaping my lungs as I surge towards the man who shot my friend. My fist connects with his jaw and I feel the bones crumble even as I feel a dart find it's mark in my arm.