It was a strange fact to fixate on, but as Matt lay naked on the concrete floor, all he could think about was the cold. Not the dark, or the pain, or the blood that he felt smeared against his inner thigh. All he could think about was the fact that his skin was freezing. It was a deep freeze; it bit into his side and stung.
He closed his eyes and let out a slow, steady breath. His stomach clenched, and he tried to move his focus away from the cold. It wasn't that bad. He'd live. He would always survive.
That was when the prison blew up around him.
The explosion ripped through Matt's body, sending him flying smack into the concrete wall next to him. He braced himself, and sprung to his feet, despite his body not having the energy to do so. He ducked down below the cot that was his bed, and found that he was not alone. The smell and shape were hard to distinguish in the mess of sensations, but he knew this body.
"It's time to get you out of here. C'mon."
Frank.
What the hell was Frank Castle doing there? How had he managed to get into the prison? Was he acting of his own--
Matt stopped thinking so hard, as an arm wrapped itself around his middle, and held him up. For some reason, all he could think about was the fact that Frank was so strong. How was he so very strong?
"You've gotta help me out here, Red. Move."
Matt felt like his body was moving without his permission, but he just let it go. He didn't have the strength to do anything but just move with Frank. Bullets were flying from his left side, and yet he couldn't bring himself to care if they hit him or not.
"Why are you helping me?" he asked, hearing gunshots coming from Frank. Frank shot down several people who were nearby. The bodies didn't bother him though, nor did the distinct andp owerful smell of death. "Why..."
His last why was caught at the tail end of gunfire, but Frank still heard it.
"Because I owe a woman for reminding me that I do care about something," he said. "And she needed help saving your ass."
Matt closed his eyes, and found that not even the strength of his powers could last with the depression he felt deep inside his soul. He could not see, or sense a single thing anymore as he was pulled through the blur of the burning prison. There were sirens, sirens that broke his ears from the inside. The pain was too much and he dropped.
As he lost consciousness, the last thing that he felt was his body being lifted.
When Matt woke up, he detected nothing. For a moment he thought that his senses had been permanently damaged, broken in some way. Then he realized that the room he was in was just that quiet. He finally started to pick up on the dull whir of machinery and a familiar breathing pattern.
Claire.
"Well hello there," she said, her tone somber. "I was wondering when you were going to come to, Matthew."
Matt shook his head. Claire couldn't be there. She was just another person who was going to end up killed...
"Claire, where are we?" he asked, his voice sounding nothing like it was supposed to. There was just something off, something horrific. "Where...is this?"
"Oh, this is my new place." There was something distant, yet proud in her voice. "I just opened it up with a little help from some friends. It's...a place where people like you can come for help -- and well, I think you need a lot of help right now."
"I'm fine..."
"You're malnourished and dehydrated and...I'm sorry, Matt. I had to do a full physical examination."
Shame rushed through him like a wave. Matt closed his eyes and pressed his head against the pillow.
"There is nothing to be ashamed of," Claire said, lightly brushing the back of her hand over his reddened cheek. "I know you're scared. I can't blame you for that. All you have to do now, though, is rest...recover. It'll be okay."
"Fisk."
"I know," Claire assured. "Trust me. This place is very well protected. I met someone and he's really helped me guard this place from all angles... Just rest..."
Fill - Upside Down - 8/? - Matt, tw: noncon, rape
It was a strange fact to fixate on, but as Matt lay naked on the concrete floor, all he could think about was the cold. Not the dark, or the pain, or the blood that he felt smeared against his inner thigh. All he could think about was the fact that his skin was freezing. It was a deep freeze; it bit into his side and stung.
He closed his eyes and let out a slow, steady breath. His stomach clenched, and he tried to move his focus away from the cold. It wasn't that bad. He'd live. He would always survive.
That was when the prison blew up around him.
The explosion ripped through Matt's body, sending him flying smack into the concrete wall next to him. He braced himself, and sprung to his feet, despite his body not having the energy to do so. He ducked down below the cot that was his bed, and found that he was not alone. The smell and shape were hard to distinguish in the mess of sensations, but he knew this body.
"It's time to get you out of here. C'mon."
Frank.
What the hell was Frank Castle doing there? How had he managed to get into the prison? Was he acting of his own--
Matt stopped thinking so hard, as an arm wrapped itself around his middle, and held him up. For some reason, all he could think about was the fact that Frank was so strong. How was he so very strong?
"You've gotta help me out here, Red. Move."
Matt felt like his body was moving without his permission, but he just let it go. He didn't have the strength to do anything but just move with Frank. Bullets were flying from his left side, and yet he couldn't bring himself to care if they hit him or not.
"Why are you helping me?" he asked, hearing gunshots coming from Frank. Frank shot down several people who were nearby. The bodies didn't bother him though, nor did the distinct andp owerful smell of death. "Why..."
His last why was caught at the tail end of gunfire, but Frank still heard it.
"Because I owe a woman for reminding me that I do care about something," he said. "And she needed help saving your ass."
Matt closed his eyes, and found that not even the strength of his powers could last with the depression he felt deep inside his soul. He could not see, or sense a single thing anymore as he was pulled through the blur of the burning prison. There were sirens, sirens that broke his ears from the inside. The pain was too much and he dropped.
As he lost consciousness, the last thing that he felt was his body being lifted.
When Matt woke up, he detected nothing. For a moment he thought that his senses had been permanently damaged, broken in some way. Then he realized that the room he was in was just that quiet. He finally started to pick up on the dull whir of machinery and a familiar breathing pattern.
Claire.
"Well hello there," she said, her tone somber. "I was wondering when you were going to come to, Matthew."
Matt shook his head. Claire couldn't be there. She was just another person who was going to end up killed...
"Claire, where are we?" he asked, his voice sounding nothing like it was supposed to. There was just something off, something horrific. "Where...is this?"
"Oh, this is my new place." There was something distant, yet proud in her voice. "I just opened it up with a little help from some friends. It's...a place where people like you can come for help -- and well, I think you need a lot of help right now."
"I'm fine..."
"You're malnourished and dehydrated and...I'm sorry, Matt. I had to do a full physical examination."
Shame rushed through him like a wave. Matt closed his eyes and pressed his head against the pillow.
"There is nothing to be ashamed of," Claire said, lightly brushing the back of her hand over his reddened cheek. "I know you're scared. I can't blame you for that. All you have to do now, though, is rest...recover. It'll be okay."
"Fisk."
"I know," Claire assured. "Trust me. This place is very well protected. I met someone and he's really helped me guard this place from all angles... Just rest..."
"Foggy and Karen..."
"Here. Upstairs. Now rest."
Matt's eyes closed.