Two sisters need help. ((OPEN!))

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    " I'm sorry..." she said as the White came and pulled him away, restraining his power so he couldn't escape. They brought him into the room they were in.
    " Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Stop! Don't hurt hi-" Quinn was cut off by another Whitecoat clamping his hand over her mouth.
    Quinn cried, trying to get the Whitecoats that surrounded her away, but it was no use.
    Quinn fell to the floor as the Whitecoats nodded at her.
    " Good job." One said, throwing her into a small, dark room.
    " No! Stop! Don't hurt him." Quinn cried, banging the door as it slammed in her face.
    (( DRAMATIC.
    Quinn: THIS RUINS MY REPUTATION.
    Me: WHAT REPUTATION DID YOU EVER HAVE??!!!
    Quinn: NVMIND.
    XD Now what does Zane think of her?
    Also, he can't use his powers, and niether can she.))

    Zane's eyes widened as he was dragged away. "You tricked me!!" he screamed at her as best as be could. He struggled, and tried to break free, but he was too heartbroken.

    Quinn's eyes filled with tears again as she heard Zane.
    " No....I didn't..." she muttered, hitting her head against the door.
    " WHY?" she yelled, banging her fist against the door. " I HATE THIS MISSION!" Quinn yelled, banging on the door over and over again.
    ( You can ((please)) RP the Whitecoats.))

    Zane grunted in pain and anger as Erasers shoved him down on a table. He tried fighting back, and he managed to sock an Eraser. He tried running, but the others grabbed him and tossed him down. Zane wasn't the best fighter, if you couldn't tell. An Eraser held the side of his head, pushing it down hard while another pulled his hands behind his back.


    ((Lol I have no idea what to do for the tourture. ;_; And isn't Quinn supposed to be helping them?))

    (( No, she's the messanger. Since we both can't think of anything for torcher, do you want to time lapse?))


    Quinn sat, looking at whatever she could in the dark room.

    ----


    Zane was shoved into the room Quinn was in, instantly falling flat on his face. He was covered in blood and bruises. He struggled to get up, and managed to stay on his knees for a few seconds before falling and crumpling up into a ball.

    Zane quickly whirled around and pulled away. His eyes were flaring in pain and anger. He actually raised his fist, but lowered it quickly. He wrapped his arms around his stomach and bent over on his knees, groaning in pain.

    Quinn blinked.
    " Zane....." she whispered, sitting still and watching him for a moment before deciding to try to comfort again.
    Quinn stood, walking over to Zane, and knelt beside him.
    " I forgot, alright? They never told me that I would like you.... They never even gave me information. There was a lot going on, how could I've remebered?" she said, knowing he would probably ignore her or walk away.
    She turned to look at the walls, and not him, hoping to get her mind off of the image f Zane.
    " I do like you. That's one thing I never lied about." Quinn whispered.

    Tears stramed down Zane's cheeks, but his face showed no sadness. "I trusted you.." he snarled in a whisper. "I TRUSTED YOU!" he repeated, but in a scream. He got up, and tried to walk away, but he just collapsed. He pounded his fist on the ground, crying silently as he turned away from Quinn.
    Shadow, then Annorah, and niw Quinn. That day just got better and better.

    (( PFFTTT, OF COURSE. I WANTED TO MAKE HIS DAY GREAT, SO. YAY.))


    Quinn sat again, expecting him to yell at her.
    " I'm sorry, alright? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't know that...." Quinn stopped, not wanting to repeat herself. He would never trust her.
    " Well, sorry to break it to you, your going to have to stay with me for who knows how long. Sooner or later, your going to have to trust me."

    Quinn sighed, and leaned against onr of the walls.
    " So you don't want me to help? You'd rather die?" she asked, turning towards him.

    " Ah, alright. I'm not going to stop you, trust me." Quinn said, beginning to hate how he was towards her. She knew how she acted was bad, but at least she was willing to prevent it from happening again and still cared, and wasn't laughing in his face and reminding him of his cuts and bruises.
    " Die there, I don't care in the slightest."

    "Great." Zane breathed as he slowly moved down to lay on his back. He let out an almost silent yelp and closed his eyes tight as his back hit the floor.

    Quinn sighed, and stood, sitting arm's length from Zane.
    " Zane, are you alright?" she whispered as she heard his yelp.
    " If I didn't mention, I'm sorry."

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    Zane stared into her eyes for a long moment. "No, Im sorry." he murmured. His jaw was a little too swollen to speak that well.