"What do you an you captured only one?"
Ingrid's voice echoed in a dimly lit basent. In front of her was a badly beaten man hanging from the ceiling with thick rusty chains. His head moved upon hearing a young girl's voice, his confusion clear even with the bag covering his face.
"I kinda went overboard." Simon scratched his nose, showing a little embarrassnt. "By the ti I realized, most of them were dead."
"God, did they kill your dog or sothing?"
Clicking her tongue, the Nephilim dragged a chair and sat a couple of ters away from the restrained man.
"Please tell he isn't just so grunt."
"Well, he was driving one of the trucks," Simon replied. "We might figure out where they took the kids, at the very least."
"Bring him down." She said. "I don't want to look up while doing this."
Following her command, two of the gangsters that followed them to the basent went around releasing the chains and lowering the captive to the ground. They weren't worried about him escaping, and with a Nephilim around it would be the epito of stupidity to lash out. There was no way to tell how stupid soone was, however, so they kept him cuffed just in case.
Once he was sat down on the floor, they took off the bag covering his face. The man did his best to remain calm, his expression stoic while looking at his captures one by one. His eyes must've taken so damage as it took him a few seconds to notice the beauty sitting in front of him since he did a double take when he finally realized she was one of the aliens.
"Talk." Ingrid said, her voice even.
The man struggled to close his mouth, continuing to gawk at the dark-haired Nephilim while fear slowly took over his face. They waited a few seconds, but no words ca out of his mouth. That was natural for soone in his situation; he might as well be looking at Death herself right now.
A few more seconds passed and the man appeared to have co to terms with his fate. Instead of giving up and confessing his sins, however, he chose to stick to his guns, turning a defiant glare at Ingrid and pressing his lips tightly together.
His expression amused the alien, even if a little. Unfortunately for him, she didn't have the ti to ss around so, returning the glare, she stopped holding back and allowed her presence to perate through their surroundings.
A heavy pressure suddenly fell on those gathered in the basent, most of it concentrating on the captured terrorist. It soon beca clear that she had gone too far as the captive began frothing and collapsed on his side. He wasn't the only one as the two gangsters passed out as well, leaving only Simon standing.
"Oh, right…" she said with a grimace. "Humans. Completely forgot."
"W-what was that?" The young gang leader asked, his face so pale it seed all the lanin had left his body.
"Soul Pressure." Ingrid answered. "It's a handy way to show how strong you really are, but if those you use it against have weak minds it turns into… that."
"Is everything okay?" Ca Juni's voice from outside.
Being the good friend she is, Ingrid didn't want the bright and cheerful Valkyrie to see what she intended to do. What they witnessed at the hospital was enough for the night.
"Everything is fine!" The Nephilim replied loudly. "I just got a little excited, that's all!"
"Oooh! I thought we were under attack!"
"If you don't get back to keeping watch that might happen!"
"Okay okay!"
The silence returned soon after and the two turned their sights to those collapsed on the floor. Simon hesitated for a mont then asked.
"They aren't dead, are they?"
"Does any of them have heart problems?" Ingrid replied sarcastically.
Lights began to flicker above her head and in a matter of seconds, a halo ford. Raising her right hand, droplets of water began to gather over it, coalescing into three balls.
"Alright, that's enough sleep." She said, throwing a ball at each of the unconscious n. The gangsters jumped to their feet right away but the terrorist was slow to wake up. "Feel like talking now?"
The terrorist regained the sa terrified look from before. When he took too long to reply, Ingrid splashed him with another cold water ball. She had to do it again a third ti. Only then did he open his mouth.
"You… you can kill if you want…" he forced out the words, his brows knitted into a determined look. "I'm not… telling you anything… alien… scum…"
"Kill you? Nah, why would I give you the easy way out?" Ingrid rotated her index finger, causing the water ball floating over it to circle around. "You think you'll get to rest after everything you did? There are fates worse than death, you know."
The man's expression remained determined, but his confidence seed to leak out as the Nephilim explained what she was going to do with him. Leaning forward, Ingrid rested her chin in her hand and smiled, her halo still shimring above her head.
"We will take you out of the settlents and tie you to so tree. You will start hearing voices in your head. They will be quiet at first, but then they'll keep getting louder and louder. Eventually, you won't be able to resist it and start losing your mind. You will be trapped inside your own body, watching as you slowly turn into a monster."
Fear gradually took over the man and Ingrid's smile reached her ears.
"The big guy is a scientist, you know? He'll definitely try to find a cure. Oh, but he would need a lot of test subjects to do that. You'll get a front-row seat to what goes on in those labs. You might even get your na recognized as one of those who contributed to the cause. So, what do you say?"
Nothing. The terrorist couldn't say anything. And what could he say? The video released by the Resistance instilled so kind of primal fear in anyone who saw it. Even if they didn't fully understand it, no one in their right mind would wish for their sanity to be taken away, or for them to beco lab rats for a mad scientist who claims to know how to create aliens and humans.
"I… if I tell you, will you let go?"
The man finally spoke after a long silence. With a satisfied smile, Ingrid leaned back into her seat and dismissed her halo.
"Go on." She said. "Your life depends on it."
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