Broken

Chapter 2

As Eliot lay in the truck, his entire body ached. At every pothole, at every sudden stop, he had to hold in a groan. The men drove for hours, and in time, Eliot decided to meditate, knowing that he would need energy for what was going to come next.

Adler would most likely torture him, like he had before. Only that was twenty years ago, and Eliot managed to escape, also managing to incapacitate Adler's arm. Later on, he heard that the man had gotten a bionic one, and actually became stronger than before. The thoughts of his past brought shivers up and down Eliot's spine.

Eliot was back on high alert when he heard screeching doors and then a burst of sunlight entered the dark space. He squinted at the sudden brightness, raising his hands to block out the light. Hands grabbed onto his wrists and pulled him out of the vehicle, searching him. One man found a pocket knife in his boot; he used the weapon to make a slice into Eliot's shirt, the sharp edge cutting his skin. Eliot glared at the guard but didn't dare show any emotion.

The men then put shackles on his wrists and ankles and began to lead him into a huge warehouse. He was taken underground, and Eliot saw racks of all types of weapons hanging on the walls. He swallowed, feeling sweat inching down his neck.

He was shoved onto the ground, his ribs not agreeing with the fall. Eliot grunted slightly.

He stood up, and saw a man walking up to him. He recognized the man as Tony Adler and he scowled.

"Eliot Spencer!" the man exclaimed, a false smile lighting his face. "It's so nice to see you again. I knew you looked familiar when I saw you with that woman! Are you two even a couple?" he asked, grinning.

"Go to Hell." Eliot whispered, staring at the man with pure hatred.

"Now come on, Eliot. That's now how you treat an old friend." Adler mused.

Suddenly, he lashed out and punched Eliot. The hitter's head snapped back and stars exploded behind his eyes, stealing the breath from his lungs. He gasped, the pain unlike any other. His eyes watered as he looked up, realizing that Adler had used his bionic arm to hit him, which was made of metal.

"Oh and I'd like to thank you for doing this to me," Adler said, raising his fake arm as if to show what had happened to him. He flexed his forearm and wiggled his fingers, waving the hand around and admiring the way it moved. "You gave me a new life when you took away my arm."

Eliot decided to stay silent.

"But you also brutally embarrassed me," he continued, his voice and eyes turning dark. "Because of you, I was no longer known as the best interrogar in the world. Ever since you escaped, I was known as someone who couldn't get his job done. And all because you managed to escape, although I don't know how you even managed to survive everything I put you through." He finally stopped, signaling a man to come closer. "Now let's see if you can survive through this." he said.

The man Adler had signaled pulled Eliot backwards and chained the struggling hitter to a wall. He took out a dagger from his belt, using it to caress Eliot's body.

Eliot felt the first cut slice from his temple to his neck, the blood beginning to fall down his face. The next cut went from his chest to his stomach, this time deeper than before.

A gasp escaped him and he closed his eyes. The pain slid into his stomach and he clenched his teeth, feeling the warm blood drip down his chest. He heard the sound of metal against ground, and realized that the man had thrown away the dagger.

Daring to take a deeper breath, he opened his eyes. Adler had disappeared and Eliot's eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out where the man had gone. All of a sudden, he felt a touch to his side and a current of electricity flew into his body. He gasped, his body arching as it tried to get away from the pain, though he refused to let out any more than that. The current ricocheted through his body, making him jerk and convulse. Finally, it stopped.

Eliot gasped, trying to take deep breaths, his body still trembling with aftershocks. He felt himself being let down from the chains and he went with it, his body limp. Once falling onto the ground, Eliot curled up into himself, shivering.

He felt more current flow into him, and he couldn't help but let out a low moan. His vision began to fail him, white stars and circles beginning to form in the backs of his eyes. After about a minute- but to Eliot, it seemed like hours- the electricity was turned off.
Eliot's breathing turned into labored gasps. Sweat dripped from his skin onto the concrete under him, exhaustion taking its toll against the poor man.

More electricity.

'Oh god, just make it stop,' Eliot thought, clenching his hands into fists. 'Please, just make it all stop.'

The electricity went on for much longer this time, until finally, Eliot couldn't hold on any longer. He screamed, his eyes rolling into his head, darkness taking over him. He felt himself getting chained up again, unable to fight back in any way. Slowly, the darkness fully took over him, and he no longer felt anything.

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The HQ

"Hardison, did you find anything yet?" Nate asked, walking over to the hacker and staring at the multiple computers in front of him.

"No, not yet," Hardison replied, not taking his eyes off of his computers. "Adler made sure he was untraceable. At the moment, we have no way to find either of them. I need a little more time."

Nate nodded. "Alright, just tell me when you have something."

"You know I will." the young man replied.

Nate smiled, walking over to Sophie, who was sitting on the couch, clearly deep in thought.

"You alright?" he asked her.

Sophie looked up, giving him a weak smile. "Just... worried."

"Me too, Soph," Nate replied. "Me too." He looked up at her. "So how's Parker?" he asked.

"Hasn't left her room," Sophie answered, sighing. "I have a feeling she feels guilty for all of this."

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Parker lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Parker run." he had told her. Those two words kept replaying in her head, not allowing her to get any rest.

She remembered how Eliot looked at her when saying those sad words. Terror, sorrow, and worry were clearly shown in those beautiful blue eyes of his. God she missed those eyes.

She wanted Eliot to be right next to her, telling her how crazy she was, how weird and messed up she was. She wished all of this was a dream, a terrible nightmare that she just couldn't get out of.

Finally, she managed to fall asleep, everything that Eliot had said to her ringing in her ears.