.:Magic is in all of us we just have to find it:. (PAFP)

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    All I could hear was the huffing of my own breath, the sound of boots hitting the cobblestone roads as me and my brother fled. "They're gaining on us!" The panicked thought crashed trough my head as I turned my head and looked at my brother flashing a concerned look, "Can I us it?" is what I guessed my face said. He just shook his head. He was right it was too risky they were already on us we can't risk using it, not now. We turned the corner sharply but were caught we were in a dead end with no escape. It was either be caught, thrown in prison or be caught doing magic in front of the police. Looking towards my brother and my brother towards I, we nodded and turned to face our enemies. The moment we turned around there was more than we expected. They asked us to surrender using a megaphone, this was strange. My brother and I stared at the police force confused not moving nor answering, they seemed frustrated by our lack of response. That's when it happen there was a soft thud of a small projectile penetrating the skin before my brother fell to the ground, I screamed his name, "Brother!" as I dove to catch him. Before my arms wrapped around him though I as caught and dragged away from him... That was the last thing I remember before waking up here in this hell.



    I sat in a chair cuffed and bloodied, my head hung low as I licked away the blood forming at my lip. Before me stood a well-dressed man wearing a face of pure frustration of my lack of compliance with their demands. I brought by blues up to meet his dark brown ones that stared down at me like I was scum, a rodent that was meant to be poked and prodded until death. His frown deepened on his face as his eyes immediately saw my defiance, my determination to either die with my secrets or escape with my brother at my side. Lifting my head up I gave him a smile, "How many days has it bee-" I was immediately silenced as my head whipped to the side from the force put behind his hand, my cheek burned as a small trickle of blood began crawling its way down my face. It's been days, months perhaps I knew that much. Another wound to add onto the many littering my body, another way for blood to escape my veins, another inch closer to my ultimate demise. I smiled despite the pain I felt. I saw this man as a joke, torturing me for something that I couldn't tell him how to find. My body began to quake as my lungs heaved and blood welled up my throat to my mouth, my body rejected my sudden light-heated humor I felt.



    I laughed at him, "Y-You don't get it!" I kept cackling as he asked his familiar question, "How did you learn to use it?" as I tried to move my head to face this man again, I grinned at him. I wasn't going to tell them what he wanted he and his unrelenting goons could torture me all they wanted they could spill my guts for all I cared. It's not like I could tell them anyway, so why not make some fun out of my dying hour? Besides, they took my brother I didn't know if he was dead or alive, but they have him. If he was alive they were probably torturing him as well. Somehow they knew what we were, but not how we discovered it, they wanted it for their own... It's been many hours of their fibs and variety or torture devices before they let me go. Of course, I couldn't walk so they tied my hands and dragged me to a room made flawlessly. The entire room was surrounded in titanium one big sheet of it which was accompanied with an electromagnetic field that seemed to disrupt the flow within my body. That field was everywhere in the d*mn place. I was thrown into the room that had nothing else but a chair a door, and I and I couldn't help but laugh at how painful it was to be thrown to the ground. It felt like only a few minutes of sleep but I slept on the cold hard ground with nothing to sooth me but my weak heart beat pounding in my head. My rest was disturbed shortly afterward to the sound of the door opening, "Great." I thought another torture session so soon after the last, or perhaps they were finally giving up and came to kill me off. I attempted to sit up from where I laid on the floor, however, my body was in too much pain which only caused my body to cry out in agony.









    Plot: PAFP



    I am a magic user a human, but me and my brother were born with the natural ability to access the magic within every human body. You, you are a solider who pretty much falls in love with my character. Keep in mind your character can't use magic not yet at least, and please he can't be OP and needs to have his flaws. Otherwise it is free range meaning the plot can go in any which direction our devilish minds are willing to go. This is a 15+ thread, but nothing too graphic or .."Meh" and keep cursing to a min, star out at least one letter. You can make your own form!


    Valentine felt exhausted. He'd been going on three hours of sleep for three days, and soldiers kept coming in injured, sick, starving. He wasn't sure if he even should be working under these conditions, as multiple times a nurse had to remind him to use a certain medicine or do a step before another. He had tried to stitch up a wound without disinfecting the needle and washing away the blood, something that could be deadly if a nurse hadn't stopped him. Finally, someone told him to rest for a moment. He had blinked tiredly, thanked them, and made his way through the army hospital to where he slept-- very close by, in case of an emergency, in a room comfier than those of the soldiers.


    He'd been so ready to sleep when he'd overheard a couple of soldier's conversation. Apparently, there was a girl and a boy. Captured. In the cell. Why hadn't he heard about this? And what was this about torture?


    He spun and hurried back towards the hospital, gathering bandages, disinfectant, material for stitches, and other things he might need. He put it in a back and slung it over his shoulder. A nurse came up to him. "You're supposed to be taking a break."


    "Forgot something," replied Valentine breathlessly. "See you tomorrow!"


    He ran towards the cells, determined to figure out this big secret. He checked two cells, empty. Finally, the third one yielded something else. The material was strange, metal. He looked around the room then focused on the girl within. Yes, definitely injured pretty badly. He'd seen worse, though, she'd live. He stepped inside. "Hi, I'm Val. Don't think I'm supposed to be here."

    I laid there attempting to keep my body still as this man carrying what seems to be medical supplies into the room. My vision blurred slightly at the pain as I shifted to get a better look at him. He was taller, taller than me that is, his hair was dark brown brushed back to make it curve in rather professional way however it was still a mess. I could tell he was exhausted the dark circles around his eyes gave it away, based on how he was dressed he was probably one of the facilities doctors. I finished examining him seeing he didn't seem dangerous or here to torture her again. Laying back down I stared at his lips as they moved, he was saying something but I didn't know what I tried concentrating but my Ind couldn't process his words at all.


    Quietly giving up on trying to figure out what he was saying I closed my eyes defeated.


    "Who-"
    I couldn't finish a word without my body immediately regeting the feeling by throwing me into a large fit of coughing, it hurt too much. After the fit subsided I spit out the blood that had gathered in my mouth, taking long shallow breaths I tried making the pain lessen so I could perhaps try and speak again. Though it was probably a very bad idea I tried sitting up, with my hands cuffed behind my back I couldn't especially with how much my body hurt.

    He pushed his hair back away from his face, and took a washcloth and poured some of the disinfectant on it. There was a lot of blood. This was probably going to hurt her. He took a deep breath and began gently cleaning the wounds, washing away the blood. The nurses around him had always noticed he'd go into "doctor mode" when treating a patient that needed to be treated urgently like this. He went silent and serious, and focused only on what he was doing. He forced himself to go over the steps in his head, not wanting to miss something without anyone else here. He first starting applying bandages to the smaller scratches, deciding to get those over with first.


    Once that was done, he paused. There was blood coming from under her shirt. For a moment, his professionalism stuttered, but then he forced himself back into being a doctor and pulled her shirt up. Looks like some ribs were broken. He prayed she didn't have a collapsed lung, but that could be the reason for the blood coming from her mouth. If so, he was going to need more than just stitches and bandages. He ran his fingers gently over her ribs, noticing the sores indicating partial starvation. "How's your breathing? Does it hurt at all? And on which side?"

    A gargling cry erupted from my mouth as blinding burning sensation suddenly spread from where the cloth soaked in disinfectant connected with my body. It was themost intense pain I have ever felt, though being tortured tied it. Tears poured down my face while garrgled pleas for him to stop left me, I wanted it to end but he was persistent on covering up ever little cut he saw. Spitting out more blood as he finally finished with the small wounds that littered the outside of my body, I panted heavily thankful this new kind of torure seemed to be over. Sweat blinded my teary eyes while my body withered painfully on the ground. I was hoping he would leave now thanking while also cursing him for his help, however when he lifted up my shirt and touched my ribs. I couldn't help but scream in agony at the soft touch. Not only did he push his boundaries he touched a very broken place on my body. Allowing my instincts to take over I immediately pushed him away with my legs, or I tried too while straining my wrists against the cuffs creating new wounds as the metal cut through my skin.


    "S-stop! P-leas-e..."


    I barely managed those words past the blood filling my throat and while my lungs rejected me speaking, or even breathing for that matter. It hurt like a h*all fire in my chest I feared if he continued my lungs would explode or I'd die from the pain I was feeling. Even though I was in immense pain I couldn't help but be mildly surprised at how I haven't passed out yet. I forced my eyes open and stared at this man, this Val person I hadn't pushed hard, just enough to get his away, but that was about as much energy I had left in my body. I just wanted to sleep now, I wanted this all to be some bad dream and as soon as I close my eyes I'll be at home in our little cottage out in the woods just me and my brother. Taking as deep of a breath as I could I forced myself to refrain from coughing up any more blood, or causing myself anymore pain.


    "P-ease... Don.. Not.. Anymo-r.. I-I can't..."


    I could feel more tear weling up as I pleaed for him to stop, I couldn't take anymore of this, I didn't care if he was trying to help me. If he wanted to help he could take a bullet to my skull and let me out of here for good.

    Valentine jerked back when she started kicking. Okay, that definitely hurt her. He frowned, and then took out something that he had considered saving, since it would be noticed if it was missing. However, he wouldn't be able to do this properly without painkiller, so he held down her arm a bit forcefully and injected it into her vein. "This'll help, I promise..." he muttered. She was also losing a lot of blood, but the blood bank in the hospital was running low, and he couldn't risk it quite yet. He hated having to value one life over another, but it was necessary in his career. He made sure the needle was disinfected as he waited for the drugs to take affect. They were strong. He knew from watching others under its influence.

    I tried wrenched my arm away from him but I was too weak against his forceful grip, I moaned softly as the needle penetrated my skin. It was like a wave, a tingling sensation suddenly started from where the needle had been and quickly spread throughout my body. It was an odd sensation which I welcomed with open arms as it started making my pain fade away, though once the drowse feeling started kicking in I panicked. I didn't know this man, I didn't know what he planned to do or what he will do while I'm unconscious so I fought off the feeling for as long as I could. I barely managed to keep my eyes open few minutes before the medicine took full effect leaving me asleep in front of Val.

    ooc: oops sorry i forgot to reply D:


    ic: Val shut his eyes and shook his head to clear it. It'd be bad to fall asleep now. Carefully, he started on the larger wounds, stitching them up calmly. When she wasn't struggling, it was a lot easier to do. He pulled her shirt down once he'd finished there, and wondered what he should do now. How could he get her out of there? He chewed his lower lip. Suddenly, someone slammed their fist on the door. "Hey, who blocked the damn door?" shouted a voice from outside. Val cursed under his breath. He slid all the necessary things into his bag. The man outside was kicking the door. He desperately searched the room, hearing more yelling, more banging.


    Suddenly, silence. Val froze.


    "Gotta get some other people..." muttered the man outside, and Val got the sense that he walked away, looking for backup.


    Val waited a second, and then lifted the girl up, hurrying out the door and down the hallway. A guard yelled to him, he said "sorry, in a hurry, emergency," and kept going. He just had to get this girl somewhere else where she could heal properly.

    Ooc: its fine ^.^


    "Hey! Get back here you can't take that! Where's your authorizations?" The same guard who had been banging at the door just moments ago hurried after Val as soon as he saw him carrying the girl out of the room. No one was allowed into that room without proper authorization, or was cleared by someone with the authority. Using his intense training the guard was quickly gaining ground on Val. It was his duty and order to protect their prisoner and make sure that she stays in the cell unless is being brought back to the interrogation room. If he didn't get that girl back into the cell before his higher ups noticed he'll surely be arrested or "taken care" of. Finding he just didn't have enough speed to catch Val he tilted his head to the walkie talkie on his shoulder, "Code red, prisoner is escaping code red suspect it heading towards the infirmary."

    Great. He was being pursued. He wasn't about to leave the girl, though. He got an idea-- a stupid idea, but an idea at least. He went to the infirmary. Of course, it was busy. Nurses bustled around, sick and injured people being carried in and out, chaos. It was perfect. He took the girl, carrying her through the crowd. The nurses and other doctors knew him, and weren't about to question him. Well, a couple did say he had to get rest, but he would, he just needed to do this first. He found an empty bed, thank god, and gently placed her down. Then, he took a surgical mask from a bag, and placed it over her face. He covered her clothes with a blanket. Finally, he carefully tied her hair back. A nurse went up to him. "Doctor--" He handed her the bag of medical supplies he had stolen. "New patient. They don't like her. Give her a fake name, hide her from view, whatever. If you're in danger--" he paused, taking in a breath. "--blame it on me. Alright, I gotta hide now. Thanks, Mary." He smiled at her, then dashed from the room towards his own bunk.


    Mary stared at the girl, then at the guards. Alright. She trusted Val well enough, but she was going to have to ask for answers once he wasn't panicking. She rubbed her forehead, and then stood near the girl, checking her vitals, looking at the stitches. Pretty good, even though he was probably in a rush. The girl looked rather malnourished and was definitely in bad shape. She could see why Val had felt the need to rescue her from... wherever. She stared at the girl, trying to think of a name. On a whim, she went for the name... Lucy Holmes. Names from books she enjoyed. Okay, stay cool. She could do this.

    The guard turned the corner just in time to see Val disappear from his view, "Hey! Get back here!" He shouted pushing and shoving to try and follow him, but he was already gone. Stopping to take a breath he found himself standing in front of Mary just as two other guards showed up, "He went that way, it looked like he dropped the girl off somewhere. Catch him than look for the girl." The one in charge watched the two others blend into the crowd to find Val, that's when he turned to see Mary and "Lucy" stepping towards them he glanced between Lucy and Mary before speaking, "Do you know anything about that doctor who just ran past miss?" He asked though his gaze was caught on Lucy as she seemed familiar and he couldn't put a finger on how he knew that face. Shifting his weight ever so slightly he brought his gaze up to meet Mary's and waited for her response.

    Mary didn't expect them to approach her so fast. "Oh, Val?" she said casually, making a motion to grab something by the bed, blocking "Lucy"'s face from view. "Last I heard, he was heading to get some rest, but I thought I saw him heading out that way." She pointed towards the opposite direction, the way to the vehicles. She hoped they'd assume he was trying to escape with this girl. "It was weird, he seemed to be carrying a patient. Do you know why?" She was pretty good at lying, if she did say so herself. She had a lot of experience.


    Val locked himself in his room, and looked around. Now what? The adrenaline was wearing off. God, he was tired. He rubbed his eyes, not thinking logically. Maybe, if they found him asleep, they'd think he was asleep the whole time, or something. He just wanted to sleep. He collapsed into bed, shutting his eyes.

    The guard narrowed his eyes, "He couldn't have turned around that fast miss, I saw him myself head that way." He said pointing off to where he had disappeared into the crowd and where the other guards had gone chasing him. Though he seemed more interested in the girl laying in the bed as she shifted in their medicine induced sleep. He shifted his head to get a better view of her face as Mary blocked it while trying to grab something, "I don't believe I've seen this girl before. Tell me who is she.." he asked his eyes narrowing slightly.


    The other guards were hot on Val's trail. They stayed behind him for the longest time before losing him as he entered his room, "I lost him! Did you see where he went? D*mn.. Where did he go!" Their footsteps stopped in front of his door as their talking continued, "Start checking the rooms he couldn't have gotten far with the girl."

    Mary raised an eyebrow. "Maybe I should get some glasses then." She shrugged, then looked down at the girl. "Well, it's not like you come down here often. She's a new patient, got sick, that's why she's wearing the mask. Her names Lucy Burrows. I haven't put her on the list yet, it's been a busy day. Speaking of which, why, exactly, are you pursuing one of the best doctors on staff?" She crossed her arms and looked at the guard disapprovingly, again moving to block the patient from his suspicious gaze.


    Val shook his head. Get up, he had to get up. He sat up on his bed, rubbing his forehead, and tossed his white coat aside. He mussed up his hair a bit, untucked his shirt, and considered whether or not he should just open the door and pretend he was just asleep. No, he was a terrible actor. This was a stupid idea. But... could they really get rid of him if he didn't have the girl with him? they were low on doctors, but patients kept coming in. He shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened the door. "What's the matter?"

    The guard frowned at Mary, "I can't give you details, but he let a prisoner escape from on the cells. They were brought here for questioning, that's all you need to know." He took a small step back to look at the name tag on the bed, he suddenly seemed very suspisious of Mary as a hand left his chest to rest on the holster of his gun, "If this is truly Lucy Burrows miss.. Than why does the name tag say James Duckin?" He asked taking slow steps closer to the nurse.


    The two guards were checking everyone in the hallway their name tags, faces, everything. One was barging into rooms checking everything inside while the other checked the surrounding people. Once Val showed his face one of the two answered, "A prisoner has escaped with the helped of one of the doctors, they both need to be detained." He said before pausing his checking to speak into his walkie talkie, "Lost sight of the prisoner and helper, lock down the facility no one leaves or enters until they are found."

    Mary shut her eyes, took a deep breath, and went into freak out mode. "Well," she said, sounding exasperated. "Excuse me, sir, but we don't have the time to change the damn name tags on the damn beds! I've been working hard, trying to take care of sick and injured people that keep streaming in, and I just never had a point at which I could switch the goddamn name tag from one name to the other! If it's really so important to you, how about you go get a marker, and do it yourself!" She put her hands on her hips, finished yelling. "Or, you could do your job, and I could do mine. How's that sound?" She crossed her arms over her chest. She was not letting this guy interrogate her.


    Val pretended to look concerned. "Really? Well, I was about to sleep so I can get back to work, I'd appreciate it if you would be a bit quieter." He slammed the door shut, and let out a quiet sigh of relief. Okay. They didn't see his face. He sat down on the bed, then wondered if he should check on Mary and the patient. Maybe once the guards got out of the hallway.

    The guard barely flinched away from Mary's outburst, seems he's use to this kind of thing. He opened his mouth to speak but froze hearing the others on the walkie talkie, "Copy, I'll alert him." He turned us back to Mary and spoke something else into his walkie talkie almost immediately the alarms went off through out the entire building as it went on lock down. Not even a minute later more soldiers arrived, "We can't let them escape find them as quickly as possible secure the entire building. No one leaves without authorization." He said leaving Mary behind as the large group of men melted into the crowed to start locking down everything.


    The guards in front of Val's room look at the door he had just slammed shut before rexiving their orders and rushed out of there to the nearest exit points.


    Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she started waking up the medicine was starting to wear off. Judging from her looks and condition she might not take it well to suddenly be inside the infirmary surrounded by people after months of being separated from them. She probably won't be use to gentle human contact and reject assuming it would be a trick being played on her.

    ooc: stop replying so quickly i'm supposed to be doing homework LOL


    ic: Mary sighed in relief and leaned on the bed. She looked down at the girl. Alright. So this was an important prisoner, apparently. She didn't look the part. She gave "Lucy" a gentle pat on the head. Hopefully she wouldn't freak out when she woke up from whatever Val gave her. Now with some time, Mary rolled up the girls sleeves, checking the stitches for quality, hoping she wouldn't have to redo them.


    Val felt too nervous just waiting in his room, so he got up and headed back to the infirmary. A young male nurse grabbed his arm. "Sir, you shouldn't--" he shook him off. Quickly he headed to the station Mary monitored and the girl lying on the bed. Just in time. She was waking up.

    Ooc: There I waited are you happy now?!)
    your post may or may not have not shown up in updated posts *cough*


    Ic:
    Lucy shifted again, her arm which was being held by Mary tried to pull away when it didn't budge Lucy's eyes opened ever so slowly blinking away the sudden brightness. "Ugh..." Her other hand lifted up to meet her forehead as the rest of her body started waking up.


    Where was I? My my body still hurts but not as much, what happened? My mind was foggy as the memories of when Val came into the room before slowly started coming back. Oh ya.. I removed my arm away from my face slowly and looked around, this wasn't my cell. Glancing around I spotted Mary my immediate instincts told me to get away and that's what I did. I ripped my arm away from her and fell to the floor on the other side of the bed, my body screamed at the sudden movements while throwing me into a pit of agony. I curled up on the cold infirmary floor tears blurring my eyes while I instinctively held onto my wounds which had started to bleed again. I moaned softly barely able to move, but with what little movement I had I used it to get away from Mary. My mind whirled where was I? Who was this? Are they here to hurt me? As I pressed my back against the wall I slowly realized this place resembles a hospital, what did Val do? As I began realizing I was no longer in a cell I calmed down slowly while wiping the blood once again starting to form at my lips.