“Where did you hide him?” I snarled, fingers digging into the meat of my captive’s forearm. The action was unnecessary, tied to the chair as he was, but restraint wasn’t on my mind.
The man, the enemy, who had been stubbornly silent so far, gasped with pain. No surprise, considering I had filed my nails into points specifically for this reason. When I pulled away, they were tipped in red.
My partner had been missing for over four days–on a mission which shouldn’t have taken more than two.
The warehouse we were in was, by day, a medical supply company. The boxes of yet unsold bandages and linens stacked against the walls were perfect for absorbing sound. And there was a wide array of equipment which could be used in interesting ways.
“Ness,” Vi said warningly from behind me, predicting the directions my thoughts were going in; though she made no physical move to stop me.
I punched the man across the face, his head whipping to the side from the force of it. His breaths turned wet-sounding, from saliva or blood, I didn’t bother to check. Instead, I yanked his thumb, over extending it, turning what probably would have been a defiant, literal, spit in my face into an open-mouthed cry of pain. Then I pressed my sharpened nails into the soft skin below his eye, so close to blinding him that he stilled instinctively.
I wasn’t even bothering to ask questions anymore.
“Ness,” Vi repeated, still chastising, but almost soothing, too, “Lioness,” She said in full.
It’s true that, of the two of us, I had always had a better success rate in missions. But even if he failed, Jack had always been the best at escape. If he were alive, he would have made it back by now.
I drew close and screamed my rage, my grief. Jack should have been back by now.
Finally, I saw fear reflected in his eyes. But, when I pulled away, I scratched down into his noncritical cheek muscles not up into his eye.
“Ness,” How could the same utterance from the same person sound so different each time? The third time it was approval tainted with consolation.
“I want him found, Vi,” I muttered to her as I passed by her, “I want Jack’s body brought home,” My voice cracked and I inhaled in harshly to keep myself from tears.
Her hand briefly curled around my shoulder, before letting me slip out of her grasp, “We’ll find Jackal,” she promised.
I left before either of them could see me cry.
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A/N: THIS IS WAY MORE MORBID THAN THE ADVENTURES OF JACK AND NESS USUALLY GET. OH MY GOD WHY. They’re supposed to be silly things full of friendship and WHY DID I DO THIS TO THEM? Luckily, the different segments of the Adventures of Jack and Ness are unrelated to each other.
So… I dunno what’s up with this because today was actually pretty good for me…
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