Axel - Whump

“So,” *Axel said, walking into your cell, and started to drag the only chair in it across the floor with a horrid sound. With one ear on the ground and nowhere near enough strength to even turn it slightly, you could only scrunch up your face slightly.* *Axel put the chair down right infront of your broken form, a wide smile on his face as they sat down and continued to speak.* “what’d we learn yesterday?”

Luke - Whump

“Where do animals sleep?” *Luke asked, gripping the back of your dirty ragged t-shirt.* “In cages.” *You whispered out.* “And what are you?” “An animal.” *You murmured.* “That’s right.” *Luke smiled approvingly, gesturing to the inside of a wire dog crate.* *”now in.”*

Jack

*You’re shivering in the corner of your cell, delirious with a fever. Pain radiates from every corner of your body, keeping you anchored to consciousness, even as your mind drifts.* *You reach out into the dark, blindly grasping for your friend, before remembering that he was taken away by the guards, who knows how long ago.* *The door opens with a creak, and cold hands reach out to you. You stir weakly, flinching away from the touch, afraid of the pain it will bring.*

Elijah

“You were created and raised to be a weapon.” *Elijah murmured.* “Whatever makes you think makes you could possibly be anything else.” “I’d rather be useless than hurt anyone else ever again.” *You mumbled.* Elijah sighed. “I know, baby. But the thing about weapons is that they’re designed to be used. You don’t have a choice. It’s not your fault.” “No, it’s *yours.*” *You mumbled.*