I gtg for the night, sorry!//
The hooded hologram nodded, “I see,” he mused, “I guess we’ll see what we can do,” he turned to the other team members, saying, “You know where to take her.”
They nodded, grabbing Emily with rough hands. Rory bit his lip. Crap, he shouldn’t be feeling bad for her. The team members shoved her to a stone room. The only “furniture,” if you could call it that, was a slab sticking out of the wall. The door was iron, the only iron door other than the entrance. The door had a small window near the top, barely big enough for a hand to fit through.
The hooded man turned to Rory, “Get as much out of that girl as you can. You’re the best at intimidation here, so tomorrow, after you’re finished with your daily assignments, I expect you to immediately get information out of her.”
Rory nodded, “Alright,” and with that, he left.
"Hey!" Emily shouted struggling agents the people who grabbed her even if she already knew it was pointless. After they threw her she stumbled for a second before springing to her feet and pounding on the door, "let me out!" Her hands throbbed but she didn't stop, not till she felt the cold trickle of blood running down her firsts.
(Kk night!)
Rory swore under his breath, why was he doing this? He shook his head, at least she wasn’t dead. No, wait, she should be dead. Rory sighed, it was better not to think about it. He looked at the iron door, at least he’d be able to talk to her again after a few assassinations. Well, probably not in the friendliest of settings, but it was something.
°˖✧The Next Day✧˖°
Rory entered the base once again, almost dreading his meeting with Emily. He bit his lips and opened the door. The door clanked open just wide enough for Rory to enter, then it quickly clicked shut behind him. He looked at trays strewn around, at least she was fed well. Rory picked up the trays without making eye contact, trying to stall for as long as possible.
Emily had her back to the door when Rory came in but quickly wipped around when she herd someone puttering around, "Rory?" She asked softly in disbelief. She got to her feet and hugged him "what do that want with us?" She asked her voice just barley above a whisper, not yet knowing that he was why she was here.
"You don't know me," Rory hushed, gently unwrapping her arms around him, "It's for both of our goods," Rory warned. After he got loose of her grip, he continued to pick up the trays, placing the stack by the door. He stood by the wall and looked at Emily, regretting this already.
"What?" Emily's voice came out as a whisper, "what do you mean?" It didn't dawn on her till this moment, "who are you really?" She glared and took a step back. A fimiler face wasn't always a comfort. Not anymore.
(Sorry I've been at church all day)
No problem, I was there too :P//
"Just, you need to act like you don't know me," Rory covered up. He couldn't bring himself to explain it. Rory sighed, "I'll explain this later, you just need to trust me," Rory whispered.
"Trust?" Emily scoffed, "who are you really?" Her voice was no longer a shaky whisper. "You had my trust once." She shook her head glaring at Rory.
Rory sighed, "Ok, to be honest, you really don't have any reason, but at least you aren't dead," Rory snapped, still being sure to stay quiet. He glared at Emily.
"Dead? Oh trust me somehow I think this might be worse." Emily didn't bother keeping her voice down and was confused as to why Rory was. "Why am I here?" Her glare seemed to melt into a plead. "Why?" She asked again, quieter this time.
"Keep your voice down for now, the others aren't deaf, you know," he stopped, "Well, most of them, at least," Rory crossed his arms and lowered his head, "I'll explain later, but you'll just need to play along and trust me for now."
"Play along? Rory what do you mean?" Emilys voice became a plead again. A plead to know what was going on. A plead to be let go. But she knew it wouldn't help. "Where are we…who brought me here?"
Rory shook his head, "You'll understand what I mean tomorrow. I'll come tonight and try to explain everything, ok?" Rory tried to compromise. It wouldn't be too easy, but it was doable.
"No. Explain now." Emily harder her voice along with her eyes resisting the urge to pound her fists in his chest. "Or…or I'll scream. Really loud." She'd hope that'd set him off.
Rory kept a straight face, "You do know the others won't care, right?" he raised an eyebrow. He didn't say it, but they would probably expect her to scream.
"Others?" Emily looked at the door, "Rory…what's going on?" She took another step back, her back meeting the wall, no where to go… panic leaked onto her face and she let out a shriek hoping someone- anyone would help her.
Rory sighed and shook his head, "I'll talk to you tonight, hopefully you'll be more rational then," he walked out, the door being locked behind him. He shook his head, running his fingers through his hair nervously.
"No wait." Emily ran to the door pounding her fists on it again. "Let me out!" She screamed. "Please! Help me!" Tears leaked out of her eyes, "please…" She said again crumbling to the floor.
Rory walked away, keeping a straight face. He walked to the kitchen, grabbing a snack. He tapped his foot as he ate, waiting for a few hours to go back and explain.
Emily leaned agents the door quietly sobbing to herself, let me out.. she looked around the small cell, for anything, anyway. To escape. maybe I should play his game… Maybe I'd win. she stood and crawled on the stone slab that acted like a bed. Putting her hand threw the hole in the ceiling, before pulling it back and calling threw, "hello?"
Rory stood close enough to the door to hear Emily. He had to wait. He sighed, why was he going through all this trouble? He could've just killed her, or even have someone else kill her, but noooo! He had to fall for her. Rory kicked a nearby rock. This sucked. He watched her hand come out of the small window, than a call. No one would listen, much less respond. Why would they? Rory grunted, this was a huge dilemma. If she didn't have this "talent" Rory claimed she had, they'd both be dead. If she did, that'd spell bad news for Emily. Rory realized he hadn't thought this through.
Emily sighed and sat down again thinking, planning. Fine, I'll play this stupid game. even if she really didn't want to, Emily knew she had too. It may be her only chance. She leaned her head back amd closed her eyes waiting for Rory, anyone, to come back.
Rory heard Emily go quiet. He sighed in relief, hopefully she'd listen. Rory dismissed the guards, saying he'd take care of it. They were reluctant, but eventually, they left. He entered the room, looking at Emily. After a moment of silence he sighed, "Look, I can explain."
Emily, still leaned back, opened an eye to look at Rory. "Explain then." Her voice was hard but a slighlt shake could be heard. "Tell me what's going on." Emily leaned forward to glare at Rory.
Rory sighed, "Well, you know when we first met?" Rory asked. This was gonna be hard.
