[REFUGE AU]

Oscar slammed Crutchie against the wall, causing him to cry out in agony. Every breath he took sent a wave of pain through his beaten body..

Oscar: smirking "We ain't done playin' till we break that spirit of yours, birdie. And we ain't gonna stop until we do.."

Oscar: grabbing Crutchie's hair again "Now don't go try'n to crawl away, birdie. We ain't done with ya yet.."

Crutchie was near the brink of unconsciousness again, his body in excruciating pain. The fear and hopelessness he felt were almost overwhelming. He just wanted this nightmare to be over..

Crutchie: whimpering "P-please... Please stop..."

The cell was filled with the sounds of Crutchie's cries and the punches that the brothers were doing.

This went on for hours until the brothers finally stopped, wiping little blood stains on their hands.

Crutchie, shaking and bruised, was left alone in his cell. The only sounds that remained were his labored breathing and the steady drip of blood from his injuries..

Crutchie: coughing up little spatters of blood "G-god... No more... Please..."

Oscar, flexing his blood splattered hands: "Hm.. whatcha think..? Ya think we're even, Morris?"