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Re: FILL 12/12 Matt & Foggy are kidnapped. (non-con/torture)
(Anonymous) 2015-05-16 12:53 am (UTC)(link)At first, again, he thinks he's in some strange part of his apartment he's never been, with floral air fresheners covering the smell of antiseptic and brisk footsteps pacing outside his door. Then he remembers the cement room, and he freezes. No, he thinks. They can't –
“Matt.”
Foggy's hand rests lightly on his arm, and he slowly puts all the pieces of his environment together: the scent, the narrow metal-framed bed, the stiff foam and gauze that's stuck between all the fingers of his right hand. He doesn't even hurt; the pain has been excised like a tumor. Parts of his mind seem to have gone with it, because he can't think of anything to say. He just fumbles with his good hand – which still has its own share of bandages – until it finds some of Foggy's fingers and squeezes.
“How long?” he asks finally, after what feels like several minutes of preparing the words.
“You've been asleep, I don't know, twelve hours.”
“And how long... were – ”
“A night,” he says. “It was – not even just a night. The sun came up a few hours after I got back.”
“And all of them...”
Foggy makes a noise in the back of his throat, like he's about to say something and stops. “Not yet. But they... Landman & Zack say we don't have to worry. They also... there's a settlement. From them. I guess you probably can't sign it right now.”
“Ha. Maybe we can get them to pay to set up Nelson & Murdock.”
Foggy doesn't laugh. His hand goes still in Matt's.
“What?”
“Nothing. It's just – this whole thing, it's creepy now. Dangerous. It was... I mean I know we were always going to be dealing with criminals. But... what are we going to do now? What's it going to be like knowing that everybody we meet might send people out to kill us? Or worse? I couldn't do that again, Matt. I don't know if I can do this.”
The pain is starting to come back, little waves lapping around the edges of his body. There's going to be an ocean of it soon, he knows. A nurse will have to come to push it back for him eventually, tick off a list of its sources. He'll have to listen to a doctor run through his hours of pain. He'll have to listen to them explain exactly what was done to him while he was strapped helpless to a chair, or pinned against the floor. How they took his body – the only tool he has – and used it against him.
He won't be able to describe the men who did it – well, he could, but no one else would be able to use what he knows, because all they can do is look for things. They're still out there, all three of them, and they know where he works. They probably know where he lives. The best he can hope for is that they don't think he's worth it, a blind man who was too busy being beaten half to death to pick up on anything important. And that doesn't help Foggy.
And what if the police do catch them? There's nothing that can directly link them to Regional Greens. For all he knows, Landman & Zack will never let it go to trial – they'll think it's an embarrassment. If they do, he'll have to let a court draw his pain out, over and over, line by line. He'll have to describe what it's like to scream and beg. And no matter what he tells them, the defense will say – because they have to, it's their job – that he enjoyed it.
“It was bad luck, Foggy. Monsters are out there. Everywhere. And sometimes they find you. No matter how careful you try to be.”
“No, Matt, those were men.” Foggy's hand is cold. It sweats. “And they followed a clear chain of cause and effect, and it led them right to us. To you.”
Matt wishes they'd given him glasses. He tries to steady his voice. “What about the people in Newcomb's building? Maybe somebody could have predicted when it would collapse. But who's inside – that didn't matter to them. As long as they're still out there, this is just what they do, I've seen it. They hurt. Anybody in their way.”
“That's when you get out of the way.”
“Not if you can stop them.” The fingers of his right hand are beginning to itch, the gauze stinging his skin like nettles. “They're bigger than us, and stronger, and richer. But once we're in the courtroom with them, none of that makes any difference. All that matters is knowing the rules, and knowing the truth. And that's why we're here. Because whatever they can do to us... we scare the hell out of them.”
He can almost believe it, while he's speaking. But whatever happens, he knows they'll never really be able to tip the scales. All the law can take is years and money. You can't break years. Money can't feel you burn it.
He needs to tell Foggy, so Foggy can tell him when he forgets: the law works towards justice, not vengeance. If he can't remember the difference, then all his work means nothing. And then... who knows what he might do.
Right now, though, he just savors the air on his skin and the slow thud of Foggy's heartbeat, and even though he knows the pain will be here soon, he has a few minutes of peace left in him.
He hopes he can make them last.
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So... thanks so much for everybody who commented on this. I'm glad people liked it. I've been cross-posting on AO3; I'll put the last chapter up when I get a chance:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/3898255/chapters/8720110
Anyways, good night, and good luck.
Re: FILL 12/12 Matt & Foggy are kidnapped. (non-con/torture)
(Anonymous) 2015-05-16 04:31 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL 12/12 Matt & Foggy are kidnapped. (non-con/torture)
(Anonymous) 2015-05-16 10:13 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL 12/12 Matt & Foggy are kidnapped. (non-con/torture)
(Anonymous) 2015-06-21 10:43 am (UTC)(link)