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Phil never thought this would happen to him, and to be specificly him.
When phil woke up with a trobbing pain in his head, one that could only be caused by something hitting his head hard, he knew this isn't good. He doesn't know what specificly happend, but what he does know is that he can't move.
He tries to stand up, only to find that he can't. He is tied up, maybe it is just a prank, right? He can't be thinking about the thing that probably happend, that would make him start panicking even before he is certian.
He tries to move again, hoping that he was wrong and can move, but he is proven wrong when the binds hold him back, again.
He is quiet, listening to his surroundings, listening if he can hear people shuffeling around or hear children footsteps around him. But there is nothing, he can't hear anything except his breathing that keeps getting faster and harder to keep steady.
His children are probably pranking him right? Tommy would do that, Tommy would be able to bribe Techno and Wilbur into this. But would they really? Techno knows how serious the act of 'kidnapping' is and would convince Wilbur not to help Tommy. But even if they would do this, would they be able to tie these ropes this tight? Would they even be able to get Phil out bed and carry him into here?
The more questions Phil asks himself, the more his heart pounds faster and his breathing starts to unsteady.
His kids would never do this, would never Be able to do this. They could try, yes, but they wouldn't even be able to tie the ropes this tight, let alone tie Phil up.
This can't be his kids, so this would..
Oh fuck..
Phil's eyes widen, this can't be, this can't.. no. Nonononono. This can't.
He trashes, trying to come free from the binds, but he can't. He can't escape this.
-
"Do you know where dad is?" Techno asks. Wilbur is panicking now. He was going to ask Techno this, but seemingly he doesn't know either. "Will?" Techno asks, luckily he can't see Wilbur, can't see how he is panicking. "Wilbur, do you know where he is?"
"I.. I don't.." he tells, his hands reach for his hair but Techno grabs his hand firmly, forcing him downwards, not letting them reach his hair. "He would never leave without telling one of us first.."
"No he wouldn't," Techno tells him, proving the little voice in his brain wrong that 'Phil would do that'.
"Where could he be?"
"I don't know."
-
Phil is too tired to try escaping, he tried to come out of his binds for what feels like hours. He slumps back into the chair, waiting for.. waiting for something, something that he doesn't really know what it is.
But luckily he doesn't need to wait so long. He is snapped out of his thoughts as someone opens the door. They aren't trying to be quiet, the door opens screeching, slowely opening untill it suddenly stops.
Phil's heart almost stopped with the way that it feels like it is bounching off of his chest.
He hears the man walking, not to him but to the other side of the room. Phil doesn't understand why, until he hears metal falling. There is scraping against wood and a chair being pulled back.
Phil waits for them to say something- anything.
Suddenly, the noise stops. Everything going quiet, only the laboured breaths of Phil and the scarely steady breathing of his captor.
He tenses as he hears their footsteps coming closer, stopping some feet before him. He espects them to walk closer, but they don't, they start walking in circles around him, keeping some distance between the two of them.
"Oh Zephyrus," they mock, "a bird that can't move, even if he wants," they say, circling closer and closer to him.
Phil growls, getting a laugh in return from the basterd.
"I have waited to meet you, waited for the famous Zephyrus to finally speak to me. You know, I am such a fan of yours." Phil doesn't know if he needs to be flatterd because of that, but he can't help but hate the man even more. "But then, I saw you flying over my when I was robbed and finally understood; hero's don't save the poor like me, they only save people that can pay them for it."
Phil opens his mouth to say something, but something holds him back.
"You think you can just speak? Of course you can't."
How can someone do that? Phil can't get his voice to work and he doesn't know how.
"Ohh, you want to know how? Mindpowers."
'So you can understand me?' Phil says, only now in his mind.
"I indeed can, mindreading, you know."
'Not only mind-' something cuts off his thought, leaving his mind empty, he can only listen to the man speaking.
"You can't speak, I can control you, Zephyrus, and because of that, you will answer my questions before I force you to do things you don't want to."
Phil only nods, not able to think of anything he can do against the man.
"First, you might want to see what 'I' will punish you with when you don't answer," the man tells him, pulling the cotton sack off of him head. The bright LED lights hurt his eyes when they immediately reach his eyes. He squints as his eyes adjust to the light.
He looks around the room, only when he spots the table standing in front of him he knows that this isn't just Something. This is real, this is dangerouse.
On the table, there lie some things that Phil doesn't want to see here. There are branding irons, nail pullers, irons tongs, torches, nails and more things he has never seen before.
"See, what we are going to do here, you will answer my questions and you won't get hurt. Or, you will not answer my questions and you will be hurt, not by me though, by yourself."
"And you think I am-" 'going to hurt myself?' Phil asks, he doesn't care that the man took his voice, he will give his oppinion on this.
"No, I don't suspect you to hurt yourself willingly, but you will forcefully, because I," the man begins, Phil leg suddenly twitches, "can force you to do it."
His eyes widen, the man can't.. he can't force him to hurt himself..
"So," the man begins, moving himself behind Phil. "Don't fall," He says, picking the chair, where Phil is sitting on, up. The man walks around the room, putting him down just before the table. He looks at the man, it looks like they did that with ease, like he is as light as a feather.
"Let's begin, I think you already know most of the supplies displayed on the table, am I right?" Phil doesn't answer, the man- "Answer me!"
"Y-yes, I know some of them," he says, the words stumbling out of his mouth.
"Good, lets start then."
-
Okay, so Techno still had some hope that Phil would be safe, but after getting a video of Phil, he definitely knew that this wasn't just some missunderstanding.
"Wilbur, come here, now!" Techno didn't need to wait before his twin closed the door of their father's office.
"What?"
"We got a message.."
"You sound hesitant, what is the message-" Wilbur says, but cuts himself off when he sees the tv in the office streaming a picture of his dad.
"We have recieved a link-"
"And it is your dad," the tv answers. Only, it is not Phil who is speaking, it is another man, their voice is deeper than Techno has ever heard. A man steps in view, he is tall and has black hair.
"Goodnight, Blade and Orpheus. You both might have been panicking about where your dad went, don't worry, he is save with me.. or, if you could call it save."
"What have you-"
"Shh, Orpheus, don't ask unnecessary questions," the man says, stepping out of view again.
Only now Techno can really look at his dad, yes, he did got the link before Wilbur, but he couldn't yet look at it. He looks at his dad precisely, he sees some cuts on his face and a bruise on his cheek. He can see a slice through his dads ear and some more minor wounds. Only, Techno's eyes linger on the branding metal in his dad's hands.
"Look at his hands," Techno wispers to his brother. Wilbur stares at the metal too, also noticing what it is and what it is ment for.
"Let's not hold up this too long, I hear that you both have noticed the metal in his hands, am I right?" Both of the boys don't answer, the reaction they get is a pleading look in their dad's face just before the rod moves forward to Phil's wings.
"Stop!" Wilbur yells, almost jumping at the screen. "Y-yes, we saw it."
"Good, now you have also seen what I can do, right?"
"Y-yes," both the boys answer hesitantly in unision.
"So, you will be answering some questions, alright?"
-
Phil hoped his boys would stay silent, wouldn't answer the questions the man threw at them. But he also knew that his boys wouldn't want their dad to be hurt because of them, so Phil wasn't suprised when the boys answered the questions truthfully.
What Phil didn't expect was the villain being this.. friendly to his boys, not giving them any questions they wouldn't be able to answer.
But what he was the most gratefull of, is the fact that Tommy wasn't there when he was forced to burn his wings with the burning metal.
But what he doesn't like is the situation he is now in. The villain, who is sitting on the chair, is playing with Phil's hands and the branding metal is maybe inches from his wings. He can feel the heat from it on his feathers, just yet not touching them.
"So, tell me, Philza. How old are your boys?" Phil doesn't like the fact that the man knows his identity now.
"They're fourteen, turning fiveteen soon."
"They're twins?" The man says, the suprise clearly visible on his face.
The metal inches closer to his feather, a sign he noticed that tells him he needs to answer the question.
"Yes, they are."
"What are their names?"
"Blade and-"
"Their real names."
Phil keeps quiet, the man opposing him doesn't need to know what their names are. He feels the metal inching forward, but he keeps quiet, not caring about the pain he is going to be into if that means that his children will be save.
"Philza, answer me."
Phil doesn't, the metal is only half a inch from his wings, he can feel the feathers burning.
"Last cha-" Phil doesn't care about the 'last chance' he is going to have, this is the tenth last chance he got and nothing happened, so he pushes the metal forward, crying out in pain it burns his wings. He looks at the man in front of him, laughing at the shocked expression he receives.
Only when the man snaps out of the shock, he reaches forward, pulling Phil's hand backwards. He slams the metal out of Phil's hand and Phil feels him taking control over his arms again.
"What are you doing?!"
"I.." Phil doesn't know why he did that, he doesn't know what he thought he would reach with that, only the fact that he now has a perminent scarr on his wing and he can't fly away again.
Phil feels his legs move, he can briefly see the focus on the man's face when he forces Phil to move out of the room.
"Leave." Is the last word the man spoke before Phil was outside again. Phil hoped this part of the hostage situation would be more exciting that him just being forced to leave, but he is okay with how this went. No lasting injuries or anything else staining his body, only the one burn scarr on his wing.
When he opens the door, he is met with two anxious faces. Both his boys run up to him as they see him, both hugging him in an instant, not knowing it secretly hurts his wing, but that doesn't matter. He is home, at home safe now, just a bit scarred than when he left.