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It hurts , Felix thought numbly.
He had been stuck in this barred room for days. He slumped against the dirty gray wall, chains restricting his wrists. He barely had any energy to stand. The Gilded had been trying relentlessly to get him to talk. Beating. Burning. Impaling. Gouging. Breaking. As the days passed, they cranked up the intensity of the torture, slowly becoming infuriated at his stubbornness. He thought back to the fourth day of the continuous torture.
“Shit, why the fuck won’t he talk?” One had yelled, slamming his foot into Felix’s ribs. The man sucked in a breath from the impact, gritting his teeth.
“Is this fucker mute? How the hell did he last this long?” Another groaned. “The boss is going to kill us.”
“Idiot, the boss knows it’d be hard to get a peep out of him.” One said. “He’s The Felix. He’s practically a legend in the field, I’m surprised we even managed to catch him.”
Felix cursed internally at that comment. He was known –worshiped even– for his perfect executions. He had been ambushed on his way to a mission, and he would have been able to get away under normal circumstances. He hadn’t counted on Ryou gassing the building he was in with sleeping gas, and after killing twelve, he had fallen to the floor. He had underestimated him.
One approached Felix, sneering down at him. “Doesn’t look so much like a legend right now, does he?” He guffawed, spitting on his face. “Talk, you shit!”
Felix had shot him a wicked grin. “Giving… up… huh?”
Before the others could react, he forced himself to propel forward at the man, flinging his beaten body at him. He slammed his elbow into the man’s face, the nose almost instantly breaking on contact. He rounded a well-aimed kick into the other man’s ribs, hearing a satisfying CRACK! Resound in the room. The others, recovering from the shock, began to pull Felix back, slamming his face into the cold concrete, forcing his arms behind his back at a painful angle. He could hear the wails of the other man being lifted and rushed out of the room.
Dark satisfaction filled him, and he wheezed out a few laughs as the others beat him again.
“Crazy motherfucker!” One had yelled, bringing a heated stoker to his back. He jolted at the feeling of burning flesh, but he still kept laughing.
“He’s a monster,” one whispered. “He’s been tortured for days and could still do that much damage? Who the fuck trained him?”
It didn’t matter what people did to him. It didn’t matter what they said. Felix would never fold. Because that was his only role.
In the end, his small rebellion led to him being chained against the wall. He wondered when they’d kill him. After all, he doubted Ryou, the Gilded’s boss, needed him. He knew he wouldn’t talk, and Felix had killed far too many of his men, injuring way more in the process of being taken.
The golden-haired boy didn’t mind death. If anything, he welcomed it. Death to him was simply an escape from this fucked up world.
He heard footsteps coming through his daze. They’re back, it seems. Perhaps they’d kill him this time.
Except these footsteps sounded different. His ears perked up, as he heard screams echo the hallway. Gunshots echoed in the hallways, and he heard bodies tumbling to the floor.
He wondered if his boss was here, looking for him. He bit down on his lip, hard, crushing the small flicker of hope in his chest. He wouldn’t. He remembered the words his boss had said before.
“No one is of use to me if they are caught,” the older man spat after the news of one of their spies being captured.
He had turned to Felix after. “Felix, I want you to train to the death. Because the moment you get caught, you are worthless to me, just like the rest.”
The blonde had simply nodded at the time and said, “Of course, Sir. I will make no such mistakes.”
He had gotten too arrogant. Felix squeezed his eyes shut, cursing at his confidence.
But if it wasn’t his boss creating the chaos outside, who was?
The door to his room banged open, and he saw the gleam of the gun, shining from the hallway lights. The figure faltered, staring at the broken body chained against the wall. The man with the gun was tall, his figure lean but muscular. He could hear his breath hitch in his throat as he scanned the room Felix was imprisoned in.
Felix closed his eyes in acceptance. Just make it fast.
He hazily watched the figure slowly move towards him, as if he was approaching a dangerous wild animal. Felix didn’t even have the energy to smirk at the newcomer. He simply felt exhaustion settle onto him like a thick blanket, waiting for the bullet to put him to eternal sleep.
BANG! BANG!
Two expertly made shots fired at the chains encasing his wrists, and Felix toppled over from the sudden release. He heard the gun being thrown and felt strong arms wrapping around his body before he hit the floor.
In the blink of an eye, Felix realized the stranger was carrying him bridal style. Internally he groaned. Felix Lee, the killing machine, was being carried like a princess after being brutally tortured! The blonde kept cursing at himself for putting himself in this situation, then at the stranger for carrying him like this.
His head lolled to the side, Felix having no energy to keep his head up. Exhaustion was creeping into his bones like a drug, and he knew that if he wanted to escape now, he’d need to fight the person who was carrying him.
He couldn’t feel his arms. He couldn’t feel his legs. Hell, he couldn’t even feel his face, numb from the continuous hits the others had done. He knew it was pointless.
But that was the thinking of the weak. And he knew he was better than that.
Felix willed his head to turn at the stranger's arm, and he bit. He bit hard, feeling the squish of flesh and drawing blood.
The stranger yelped in pain, dropping Felix. Felix managed to tumble into a kneeling position, his breathing ragged.
Move! He yelled at himself. Or will you die here, achieving nothing?
Felix hobbled as fast as he could towards the gun that was lying on the ground. He managed to grab it before a body slammed on top of him, and Felix grunted, both in pain and in surprise.
Shit! The force had knocked the gun out of his weak fingers, and the stranger was on top of him, pinning his arms above his head.
“Quite a fighter, aren’t you?” The stranger said, squinting his dark eyes at the blonde. “I’m impressed. It looks like you went through a lot here and you can still fight back.”
Felix refused to speak, only making a wheezing noise. He could dimly see the other’s plump lips stretch into a smirk, and Felix wanted to smack himself.
What the hell are you thinking?
“Well, I’m not too fond of tying you up,” the other man continued. “You wouldn’t even get far, considering how bad your body is. But I also can’t just let you keep biting me and attempting to escape. So how about you just behave, Angel?”
Angel? Felix wanted to throw up at those words.
“I… would rather die,” his voice low in contempt, glaring at the other man. Felix hoped he looked a little intimidating in his battered state. “Go to hell.”
The other man looked surprised, then he burst out laughing. “I like you,” he murmured, and Felix felt shivers travel up his spine. “Too bad the heavens won’t be taking you back anytime soon, Angel.”
The man carried the blonde again, this time stuffing a gag into his mouth. A noise of protest escaped from Felix’s mouth, and he struggled, thumping his broken limbs against him.
The man ignored his weak attempts, carrying him out of the room. It didn’t take long for Felix to stop struggling, his body betraying his will. He felt himself going limp in the man’s arms, drifting out of consciousness.
Fuck this guy, Felix thought to himself. It was his last thought before he felt the darkness consume him.