forum O/O with Nyx

Started December 07, 2022 by @emilyevewrites group

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(Okay that's fine I was just worried 😅
I'll get a reply up soon)

Mara didn't hear the girls apologie, it wouldn't have made any difference, she was too angry. She snapped her gaze to Farah when she started to speak a few pieces of hair sticking up followed with the cackling sound of electricity, the sound calmed down when the girls question shocked her "yes I mean you don't tell me you so clueless you can't see their clearly using you think about it all the crime in this fucking city but they only send you after me *

Farah's eyes widened as Mara clarified that the subject of their conversation was, in fact, her. She'd never thought of herself as a 'prized possession' before… though her eyes quickly narrowed again at the villain's words while she continued.

"Mind your words. No one is using me. I've been sent after you because you're the most…" The woman trailed off for a moment, trying to find the right word to use. "Because you're the most disastrous threat. What is the crime of petty theft compared to the destruction of buildings and loss of lives? Local police forces can handle minuscule unlawful acts. You require a more equal combatant."

Mara circled the chair Farah was tied to and chuckled but there was no humor behind it "you are so fucking clueless, think Farah use your fucking head. Do you remember the news articles about me? 'Collage girl with super human abilities' you see my body was to be exact what you are right now, their little bitch 'superhero' that does what they can't do, and when I was obviously to much to handle that when you were brought in to cover up their mistake you were made this way to come after me that why you don't do anything else you don't help with everyday crimes your their puppet just like i was supposed to be, but I was smart I saw what they were doing and it wasn't for the better of the city it was so they could be rich,"

Farah's eyes were sharp as she tracked Mara's movements. It made her uneasy when the other woman passed out of her sight. "I'm not clueless," she snapped in reply, clenching her fingers into fists. "I'm not a 'little bitch superhero,' as you so aptly put it, and I'm not a puppet."

Though the more Mara spoke, the more her words seemed to resonate with Farah. The terrifying part of it was that she appeared to be right. Farah immediately shook her head to clear the thought from her mind.

"No," she retorted sharply. "Maybe I am covering their error, but I'm doing it so that lives can be spared. You're the mistake here, Mara. Not me." It was a low blow, especially for Farah, but the words were past her lips before she could take them back.

Mara walked back in front of Farah with her back towards her she turned to look at the girl her eyes luminous with purple just around the iris but it was slowly spreading to her pupil "my men will take you to your cell, you'll be fed within the next few hours and you'll be given clothes to change into, we're done here. " she snapped before turning away again heading back the way she had entered

Farah jerked against her restraints to sit up straighter, and her eyes widened at Mara's words. "Wait!" she called out, though she had no idea what more she had to say. Honestly, she wouldn't be surprised if the other woman made good on her earlier promise and decided to have Farah killed. Finally, after a painfully long pause, Farah found words.

"You're better than this!"

Mara stopped at looked the the girl over her shoulder clearly aggravated she rolled her eyes and once she started to leave again she froze she stood there for a moment her face was clear no signs of anger her eyes darting around and she took a breath before walking once more not dignifying the girl with a remark she walked out of the room and once she opened the door two men in suits were waiting on the other side their faces covered she moved past them as they walked I said towards Farah one moving behind her to undo the handcuffs and another one to the left of her with a syringe "you make one false move and you die got that? " one of them asked sharply

Farah was hopeful for a fleeting moment before the other woman continued on her way and left. Dammit. She thought she'd been close. Apparently not.

At the arrival of the men, Farah's guard was instantly back up. She watched them, gaining suspicion as they came closer. The sight of the syringe in the man's hand made Farah wary and cautious. Farah cast a narrowed glance at the substance in it. She didn't want to know what it was. She had no intention of finding out, but knowing Mara, it was sure to be lethal. And the man's comment obviously swayed her thoughts too.

"I came here of my own accord," she retorted evenly. "I don't understand why there's a need for all this. Whatever you want me to do, wherever you want me to go, I'm not going to fight. I have no plans on dying because of… whatever that is."

The mad behind her unlocked her shackles and grabbed her arm pulling her up slightly "that doesn't matter to us were following orders now get up, " he said plainly as the man with the syringe stood impatiently with his arms crossed, they each had masks covering their faces but the man was clearly pissed that he had to deal with farah, the man helping farah up seemed to not having any issues with it, he was being far more gentle than the other.

(Sorry this is weird I'm in class lmao)

Farah stifled a gasp as she was raised to her feet by a grip on her arm. "I'm up," she snapped, trying to keep the venom out of her voice. "No thanks to you." She noticed their masks and scoffed quietly. Of course, Mara would make her underlings wear masks. The woman was ridiculous.

(It's all good! Sorry I didn't respond much, I was sick the past few days 😭)

(Oh no! I hope your okay now, don't worry about the replies it okay I understand.)

The one who had a hold of farah moved her quietly to a different door on the other side of the room which lead to a hallway with 12 doors one side with more than the other the left holding 7 and the right holding 5 they went through the last of the seven doors on the right that had a key pad with a 4 digit code, once they were through the door there was one more which was much more secure you would need a key card to get through it, on the other side were possibly 30 cells half of which were occupied with what seems to be criminals they moved her to a cell next to a woman with a scar on her face, she seemed to be rabid she was snarling at the three as they walked by before slamming herself against the metal door and looking through the peep hole

(I feel like my reply is so… Odd-)

(It's not! I get it, it's hard to describe specific locations lol)

If the goal was to turn Farah's head with the amount of security they were going through to keep her here, then Mara and her henchmen succeeded. She was shocked by the number of cells alone that there were, and she flinched away as she heard one of the occupants snarled and slammed themself against the door of their prison.

Farah panicked. What if that was what the serum inside of the syringe did? She definitely didn't want to find out. Her heart was racing as she tried to figure out which of the cells would be hers. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too close to that… person.

(Well that's reliving lmao) (also the cells kinda resemble solitary confinement cells so you have the door and then brick walls seperate the prisoners)

The man that held farah stopped at the cell next to the lady that had slammed against the door and he opened the door unlocked her shackles and nudged her inside before shutting the door "there are clothes there on the bed along with sheets and a pillow, you have a sink and toilet with your basic necessities as well, please change and place them in the small plastic container, when you have placed them in the container slid it through the opening in the middle of the door, this Will also be used to give you your food and water and anything that needs to be passed through the cell door. Mara has asked that you be let out of your cell twice a day, once for questioning, once to be away from other prisoners this will not be your permanent cell block. " and with that he opened the little compartment and relived the other man of his duties before standing beside the door to wait for the container.

(Gotcha!)

Farah felt a shudder pass through her as she was stopped at the cell right beside the crazy woman's. Lovely, she couldn't help but think. Before she knew what was happening, her hands were free, but she was inside the cell with the door shutting soundly behind her.

Her eyes followed his instructions as he spoke from her new bed, to the sink and toilet, to the container, then back to the door where she identified the slot. Farah's mouth dropped open immediately once the compartment was open. They would wait for her. Every move she made was cataloged and likely reported back to Mara. The bitch. And exactly what questioning did she have planned for Farah? But at the very least, she was getting out. She did wonder what he meant about this not being her 'permanent' cell block.

Swallowing heavily and choking down a sob, Farah paced over to her bed and slowly changed into her new clothes. To her disdain, they were actually kind of nice. With a sigh, she packed her old, blood-soiled clothes in the container and slid it through the hole in the door. Her eyes pooled with tears, but she dutifully blinked them away. She wouldn't cry here. Farah wouldn't give Mara the satisfaction, especially after telling the villain that she wouldn't be broken. Because she wouldn't be broken.

As soon as the plastic container popped out of the compartment the man snatched it closed the little door and walked away without a word, it would be a few hours before someone came with a tray of food that actually looked edible, it seemed she was being treated better than the others but she wouldn't realise this till later on,
The little door opened and a tray poked through and stayed there, the man that had held the syringe had her tray now, "come on dinner time come grab it or I'll drop it on the floor. "

Farah didn't expect the guard to say anything as he took her plastic container away. She was alone after that, pacing her cell for what felt like hours on end. She had already lost track of the time, and by the time the meal tray came, she hurried to get it before the guard dropped it. Whether the threat was real or not, didn't matter. It was still there, and Farah couldn't afford to not eat. She needed to keep her strength, so she steadily ate her way through the meager tray.

Once Farah took the tray the guard took a step back with his hands behind his back "I'll be back in 20 minutes I expect that tray to be empty and no hiding food, you'll be moved to a new cell later even though I think you should stay here living in your own filth, mara feels that you should be comfortable. " he spat out his last sentence before walking away within a few minutes a loud bang from the metal door could be heard.

(Sorry this is kinda small girly)

(It's okay! I'm not picky about length. Motivation varies depending on the day ❤️)

Farah frowned at his words while processing what they meant. She had to eat quickly and couldn't conserve her food, which was a bit disappointing. But she also needed her energy to counter whatever Mara was going to throw at her next.

She was going to be moved to a new cell… what did that have to do with anything? And why did Mara think she should be comfortable? How did that tie into anything? Didn't Mara despise her? What had Farah done to somehow earn a sliver of Mara's grace? Or was this simply meant to just confuse Farah so the hero couldn't find her way out even if she tried?

Farah jumped at the loud bang from the door. She slowly sank down and sat on her bed before beginning to eat. It was better food than she thought she'd be given. She'd at least give Mara that.

(Okie thank you ❤ and also sorry about the late reply!)

The man had come back around the time he said he would, a few hours after that the lights in the hallway turned off and a small dim buzzing light in the corner of the room came on a few seconds later. Mara would return to the "prison" in the morning, early. And she did, around 8 o'clock. A few windows were letting in some light from the outside it was barley enough to illuminate the ball but the lights wouldn't turn on until 9. She walked into the hall and shut the door rather quietly and made her way to farah's cell and opened the door "
Alright come on get up its time for you to go. " she leaned against the door frame and yawned a little.

(You're totally fine bestie! Life has me in a chokehold right now, so I've been an ass with responding lately…)

Farah managed to eat everything in the twenty minutes it took for the man to return. The exchange was wordless, and she soon fell into a haunting sleep.

By the time Mara came by, Farah was still sleeping. The woman was entirely exhausted, physically and mentally. She blinked as a bit of light hit her face, and it took her a moment to realize who was there and what she was saying.

Farah sat up and blinked away the blurriness of sleep. "What?" she asked, quickly attempting to look unfazed by Mara's sudden arrival. "Where are we going?"

Mara smiled a little and lightly tapped the door frame. "We're going for a walk, I wanna talk to you. Then your gonna be moved somewhere more comfortable, and smells a little nicer. " Mara was dressed as if she were a normal person, she was wearing a pair of leggings and a burgundy sweater with loose sleeves and a tight ish torso. She stepped out of the way and gestures for Farah to step into the Hall with her.

(Grins gurl shut up your fine.)

Farah frowned, hesitating as she took in Mara’s word, appearance, and body language. Slowly, the hero woman stood up and hesitantly approached the door frame. She was ready for some kind of fight or catch to the villain’s offer.

“What do you want to talk about?” she asked skeptically. “And why am I being moved?”

Mara shrugged and combed through her hair with her fingers, she had it down now. it had a slight curl to it the larger curly strands broke into smaller ones when she combed through them. "Oh just come on… I need to- apologize for past behavior, and I have a few questions I was hoping you'd answer. And as far as you leaving this place I figured you'd want some privacy.. But I could always bring you back here if you'd like. " she had sly smile when she talked about keeping Farah in the old room.