William suddenly looked up. Charlotte was whimpering in the corner of the girl's section. "Charlie? Are you okay-" He was interrupted by a high pitched sound slicing through the air. He covered his ears, but his temples pounded. His head felt like it was about to explode, though he knew it wouldn't. He crumpled to the ground, trying to stop the pain that was rapidly spreading through his head. It didn't seem like anyone else was experiencing this.
(I guess William's also being tortured but it's more physical?? Idk)
(Alrighty)
Thatcher’s eyes widened a tad and he moved over to William, crouching by him. “William? William! What’s going on?” He exclaimed.
Waking from his slumber, Dwayne was stunned to see William on the ground and Thatcher hovering over him, "Has he been shot!" He exclaimed, still under the power of sleep.
William opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out The noise intensified, and all he felt was a searing, hot pain that spread through his body like fire. A scream left his mouth.
"Please! Please! Make it stop make it stop!"
Evie woke up and crawled over to the bars, watching what was happening.
//hey @Brokenchipmunk do u still want to be in the F A D E rp?
"He has been shot!" Dwayne said in surprise, people that have been shot usually fell a burning fire in their body, "Where William? Where?" He said, placing his has on his back.
Evie woke up and crawled over to the bars, watching what was happening.
//hey @Brokenchipmunk do u still want to be in the F A D E rp?
(Oh I left that a while ago)
William screamed again. Suddenly the pain stopped, leaving as quickly as it came. William panted and curled in on himself. His throat felt dry and scratchy. "I'm… I'm fine. I haven't been shot."
Thatcher frowned heavily, looking William over. “What the hell was that?”
"You couldn't hear it?" William asked, lifting his hands up to his ears to see if he was bleeding. He was.
“Hear what?” Thatcher asked, turning William’s head to the side with his hands to look at his bleeding ears.
"The sound..?" He felt dazed, like he had just woken up from something. His head was throbbing. He stumbled forward, trying to stand up.
(I gtg, so lets just say William passed out if you're going to continue)
(Okay)
Thatcher grabbed William as he fell and cursed sharply, slowly lowering him back down. “He’s completely out..”
Charlie screamed, a whip of white hot agony washing over her. This is your punishment, the same voice from before said, for not saving them in time. Here are the rest….. you could have stopped this. Horrifying visuals were played before her, Will on the ground, screaming, Thatcher finally taking his last gasping breath, Evie collapsing and writhing in pain.
Evie woke up and crawled over to the bars, watching what was happening.
//hey @Brokenchipmunk do u still want to be in the F A D E rp?
(Oh I left that a while ago)
//ok thanks, just wanted to see if u we’re coming back or if someone else could make a character
“What happens to him?” Dwayne questioned, still confused.
“Hell if I know. He apparently heard something that we didn’t,” Thatcher said, frowning heavily.
“Ohh..” Sighing, he glanced over to where the girls were, “I wish I was awake for it.”
“Seriously? It wasn’t pretty,” Thatcher mumbled, now moving away from William after getting him settled down.
“Sorry, I did not mean I wanted to be awake and watch him! I wish I was awake so I could help him.”
Thatcher shook his head and sat with his legs crossed. “All we can do now is let him rest.”
“Rest like I was.” Dwayne muttered, “Those guards must have done something to him, and if they did, they must have done it to us too.”
“We would have heard the noise too, though, right?” Thatcher considered, rubbing at his jaw.