Okay, I just thought of this randomly while going through the archives on fanfiction.net, and if it helps I just got the idea after reading “Cruel and Heartless”.The beginning is kinda the same except for it’s not Artemis doing it to her. Please r&r!
Holly leans back, resting her head against the cool wall. It feels good against her burning skin. Her eyes flicker closed briefly, but she forces them open again. She can’t go to sleep; she doesn’t know if she will wake up of not.
She’s been here forever, at least it seems to her. She has lost all track of time after the first day or so, if it was even that long. She doesn’t know.
Her eyes close again, and this time it takes a moment to force them back open. Hold on, she chides herself weakly. Just a little longer. Just a little bit longer, and then you’ll be free, one way or another…..
The door to her cell opens, and a man steps in. By now she’s sure it’s a man, though she’s never seen his face. The deep, cold and heartless voice is enough to give her that information.
“Hello again, Miss Short,” he hisses. “How’s my little prisoner today?” She doesn’t answer, biting her lip and turning her gaze to the ground, and he steps forward, his gloved hand slowly slipping into his cloak. “Silent treatment, eh? Oh well. I’ll get some kind of response out of you, even if it is only screams.”
His hand retracts so that she can see the object he has in his hand now. A long silver knife. Her eyes widen as he bends down and presses it to her throat, the tip sitting right on her jugular.
“Wait,” she begs. “Don’t! Please! I…”
She can’t finish her sentence as the man slide his other hand up into her hair, twining his fingers into it, and jerks her head back with enough force to almost snap her neck. The only sound that escapes her mouth now is a few strangled whimpers. She closes her eyes as she awaits what she inevitably knows is coming.
Suddenly, she feels the knife leave her neck, and his hand is ripped from her hair. Though she dares not open her eyes, she allows herself a small, pained cry, even though she knows she’ll probably pay for it later. In the meantime, she shrinks back into the wall, curling up and trying to make herself as small as she can.
“Is she okay?”
The deep, somehow familiar voice reached her ears, calming the elf a little, but not enough for her to let her guard down. A new voice glides down to her ears, also familiar somehow, but not enough for her to recognize it.
“I’m not sure.” Holly feels someone gently touch her arm, and when this elicits no response, they kneel down beside her. “Holly?” Something shakes her, not roughly, like the cloaked man normally would, but lightly, almost caressingly. “Holly, please answer me. Please.”
Holly, trembling, slowly cracks one eye open, then the other. The source of the voice was sitting a few feet away from her. A pale young boy with raven hair and deep blue eyes was sitting there, staring at her with a piercing gaze.
She winces and tries to get away from him, moving back as far as the shackles on her hands and feet will allow it. He follows her slowly, hands slightly raised. “It’s okay, Holly. It’s me, Artemis, remember? I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Artemis, she looks really scared. I don’t think she’s going to be very cooperative. We might have to sedate her.” A big man, the source of the other voice, comes up behind him.
“I know,” Artemis sighs, frowning slightly. “I don’t want to unless its absolutely necessary, though. I’d rather try and see if I can convince her to come with us willingly.”
“That requires trust, Artemis. And by the looks of it, that’s the one thing she’s probably not willing to give you,” the big man says.
Artemis pauses, considering it, and looks the scared elf over once before nodding. “Alright. Do it. But try not to scare her more, if you please.”
The big man nods as he kneels down also, and slowly grabs her arm. She doesn’t try to pull away, just stares at him with wide, fearful eyes and continues to tremble. “This is going to sting a little,” he murmurs, slowly pulling a syringe out of his jacket pocket. Her eyes get even wider and she turns to look at the boy, not saying anything, but pleading at him with her eyes.
He meets her gaze for a moment, looking pained, and then looks at the ground, biting his lip. She, too, drops her tearful gaze to the ground as the needle enters her arm and he presses the plunger, pushing all out its contents out.
It took a second, but then the tranquilizer started to work its magic. The world started to spin and swirl into a mix of technicolored bubbles to Holly, and she almost falls over, but Artemis reaches out and grabs her arm. Too tired to even see straight now, she falls limply into his arms.
The last thing she hears before she passes out is his voice by her ear. “It’s okay, Holly. Everything’s okay. You’re safe now.”
So should I continue this? Or leave it as a one-shot? What do you think?