Answers ( Patrick )

[Legion]

Patrick grinned under the mask. It was funny, it really was. Edward might not be able to read the grin, the sick disgusting one that knew what was coming. But his eyes would still give off that half of the facial expression. In Patrick's opinion, that made the look all the more menacing, the slightly hidden expression hiding bits and pieces of intent. Patrick only chuckled when Edward spoke, congratulating him as if he really did enjoy the man's resistance, "Oh, you're good. Just as I expected from a man with a reputation such as yours."

Stroking his ego, he wanted him to be the tough guy. That was really the image that Patrick wanted to feed. The macho image. The man that could take any physical abuse that you could throw it him, because he had seen it all before. Only problem was, that that guy usually wasn't as good at watching others suffer for them. Their pride sometimes got in the way of that. Well, that or they had a harder time letting a loved one suffer for them. Senselessly.

Patrick slid the blade down his face as he got closer, down to Edward's level speaking with admiration in his voice, "I can hit you all I want huh? Carve into you as deep as I can, cut off whatever I want. But you're not talking huh? You're too good for that."

Patrick stood up, pulling the knife away, "But that's okay. I don't need to hurt you to make you talk."

That first hint given. That slight implication that things what weren't what they seemed. Patrick wasn't worried about the guy's resistance, in fact, he expected it, no, he wanted it. It was all that build up. The build up to that final moment when he finally broke down. It was always a beautiful thing to see. When some one cracked. Realized that they could do it anymore. Gave up. And as far as Patrick was concerned, the "stronger" the person before that break, the more satisfying it was.

Patrick turned around taking a step away before stopping, before pausing. Not looking at the man he asked, curiously, "You ever have anyone that you cared about Edward? Friends? Family? A lover, perhaps?"

Patrick turned around, not waiting for an answer, just assuming he had, "Great feeling isn't it?"

"To have someone you care about, some on that cares about you. Someone that you'd do anything for, knowing they'd do the same for you."

Patrick was being really vague at this point. Intentionally. Maybe he was talking about what he had with Kazumi, maybe not. Regardless, he was just trying to set a scene. It was really up to Edward to fill in the blanks. But that was the point. Maybe he wanted to assume how broken up, and bitterly pathetic Patrick was about his feelings right not, or maybe he wanted to consider his own situation. Didn't really matter to him at this moment.

"I had that," Patrick said looking down at the ground. The implication that he was referring to Kazumi. He wasn't, "I would have done anything for her. But I was blind. I threw her in trouble, without even knowing it. She suffered because of me. And it hurt, knowing that. Not something I'd ever want to repeat. It was then that I learned that my actions effected more then just me. It was a harsh lesson, a harsh reality."

Nostalgic emotion in his voice letting Edward know that this was no made up story. That actually happened. Though at this point it was unclear as to who it was he was referring to. Possibly Kazumi, though there were inconsistencies with the way he told the story. Too many past tenses used, at the same time though it was still very vague.

The truth was, he was talking about Zea. Why was he telling this man that? Wasn't he as secretive as hell about that kind of stuff? The answer, yes he was, but Edward didn't know that. Patrick figured that it was okay anyway, solely because at the end of all this, it was him and him alone that was going to be walking out of this room. Sure, Carmine and Kevala were likely listening in, and Patrick wasn't too thrilled with that, but he had to get Kazumi back. To do that, he'd do anything really, and anything right now was setting a scene.

Patrick still stood facing away from Edward, knife to his mouth as he thought, giving Edward time to respond, in whatever way he wished really...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Edward--

Self indulgence in those compliments would have been wrong but he had to admit that he did enjoy it just the same. "Ah, well, we all have our skill sets." He was slowly piecing together who he had in front of him, the ski mask and the drug haze combined with just having woken up for a forced sleep of sorts did not make for instant recollection.

But it was coming back.

The tone and pitch of the voice was similar, the accent was not. Didn't mean shit. Edward himself knew several languages in which he could easily speak if he so desired. It was all part of the cover up, the game, the trick, whatever you or your bosses wanted to call it.

Then came the story. Or what seemed to be leading up to one. Naturally, at first he assumed it to be Kazumi the boy spoke of, having already deduced this was the boyfriend. A small chuckle given as the story continued on. Yet then it shifted, the tone, the emotion in it. The past tenses being thrown about suggesting it was something else entirely. But what could it.........

A grin twisted onto his features as he let the boy finish before opening his mouth to speak. "Zea wasn't it. Shot dead on the docks. Shame really, fought all that way to get to her only to watch her die."

He tsk'd lightly with his tongue, a rather dark, somewhat unsettling laugh escaping from him before he would silence, his head leaning forward just a bit, with what little movement he was able to manage. "Looks like you went and done it again....But...Count yourself lucky this time kid....At least this time you wont have to look at her when she dies...But then, this one is going to suffer way, way more."

No point in pretending he didn't know who she was now that he knew who he was dealing with. He just had to keep his mouth shut on the where and the why and everything would be just peachy. He did find it amusing really..."Shame too, I think this one just might have loved you more...." A little chuckle, sitting back. He didn't know. Fuck, he just knew what little bits he had read in a file when it was laid open in front of him. But he could play this game just as well as anyone else.

[Legion]

Patrick turned around as the man said Zea's name. It wasn't a knee jerk reaction, he needed to face the man anyway. Patrick knew that Edward had likely seen his file so this didn't really come at all as that much of a surprise to him. Besides, if you were connected to the underworld, especially in New York, that story should be common knowledge. So as he stated the obvious Patrick nodded, tilting his head slightly as his eyebrows raising replying in a tone that was one of agreement, no anger in it, "Yes, it was rather painful. But that was the point I was making to you."

Then Edward felt the need to go on and try and provoke some sort of response. Telling him that he had done it again. That Kazumi was going to die and it was going to be painful. Trying to anger him by saying try as he might, Patrick would not be rescuing Kazumi. Mock consolation. It might have worked too, had Patrick been anyone else, hell, if it had been a few years ago. That wasn't to say that it didn't anger Patrick, but he didn't show it. And truth be told, he wasn't too angry at this point, all that was really funneled into focus. The focus of doing what he had to. You see, that was really the side that came out in these kinds of situations, when all depended on it. Patrick was a man that did what had to be done, no matter the cost. It was funny, right now none of the man's words stung, though the past still hurt, and Kazumi dying was a very real possibility.

Hell, even his snide little remark drew no response from Patrick. He wanted the threaten the man, sure. But then Edward would be winning. Patrick couldn't allow that, so the comment really had no effect on him, nor that little laugh. Through all this Patrick had to wonder, was he really sane? He loved Kazumi, and was going to do anything to get her back. But shouldn't he have a bit more of an emotional response to this type of thing? Once again that kind of thing concerned him. Though for now that wasn't something to deal with.

"Yes perhaps," Patrick said replying rather offhandedly to the comment about Kazumi loving him more, she did but he wanted the effect and well Patrick was going to win, "But that's why I'm here, I'm trying to spare you that pain."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Edward--

He sat there. He knew the boy wasn't going to react because he didn't react. That was just the way this game worked. You showed emotion, you showed weakness and weakness lead to breaking. Situations like this could not be risked with things as simple as emotions, not from either side of the game.

So he was not thrown off by the lack of emotional response, if anything he just grinned and shook his head. Had to admit, that girl knew how to pick 'em, that was for sure. "Focus, determination, drive....Good qualities....But how far do they get you when she doesn't know your face?" He gave a short laugh, simply laying his head back slightly.

Yeah, he had pretty much every intention of dying in this room. Wherever the hell this was. So he might as well have a little fun with it while he had the time right. Yet then came that final comment and his brow would arch slightly. "Hate to tell ya kid but I ain't got no lover. Haven't had time, seeing as how I got sidetracked with that tasty little girlfriend of yours. Though I have to admit the bitch has quite a bite."

Yeah, he had the part of his flesh missing on the side of his neck from where she had bitten him. Luckily he had gotten her off before she could bite too deep in, or else he would have died already. No, she just took a little but that shit had fucking hurt like hell. "Feisty little one, that one is." Musing more to himself with a sick sort of amusement and enjoyment before turning his focus back on Patrick.

"So yeah, I don't got no girl. So just how exactly are you going to be sparing me the same torturous pain?" Mocking now. One of those, 'just hurry up and kill me' type things going on in his tone.

[Legion]

Patrick gave him no response to his little jiving question. It was whatever. Not even good, or amusing, from any angle. But whatever, when you were going to die, lots of things were funny. It was a way for relieving the stress, so whatever. Possibly, it was a way of being able to tell that he was stressing the guy out. Doubtful but who knew? Regardless, Patrick would let him have his little moment.

"Figured as much," Patrick said the to admission that Edward had no lover. He really wasn't bothered by the man's comments about Kazumi. It was the the braying of a dying lamb, that was it. Desperately trying to get that final kick in before the end. Besides, why should Patrick be mad when he was about to get the last laugh? Continuing not so much of an insult but a simple statement of fact, or perhaps opinion in this case, "Doubt any respectable girl would want you unless they got money or drugs out of it."

Patrick once again ignored the comment about her being a feisty little bitch, though he did notice the bite on his neck. Looked like Kazumi had tried to tear the fucker's throat out. A pity she had failed. But there was no time for that as he tried to mock Patrick. Asking him exactly how Patrick intended him to spare him of that pain.

"Did I say it was limited to girls?" Patrick asked, mainly reminding him of his words before, "Family, friends. That shit hurts just as much."

Admitting that last part in a tone that was just as nostalgic, but that really wasn't a signal for story time, just a shift in a direction this thing was taking...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Edward--

He found things funny because he was going to die, sure. He also found them funny because he really figured the boss was playing this guy up to be bigger and badder than he really was. But whatever, he let the kid talk, rolling his eyes at the comment about why he didn't have a lover.

"I don't know. She always seemed to like it when that little creature came out to play...What was her name again? Feht?" Fuck it. Might as well admit it, or at least that was how he saw it. God knew that the girl hadn't liked it one bit when he had confessed to her right before bashing her head against the door of the SUV. Again though, another attempt to hurry this show up and get things moving. He always hated the build up, the oh so scary suspense that these guys tried to put into play.

Though when the kid mentioned 'family and friends' it caught Edwards attention, if for no other reason than the tone in his voice. Now he knew something was up, and instantly he thought about the only living family member he had left. Oh, Edward knew all too well how it felt to watch your family die, he had barely managed to get his brother and himself out alive when their parents had been murdered. "What the fuck are you going on about?"

Yeah, now he was curious. That other person in the room, the one he had not seen...But then, he had changed his brother's name, he had hidden him away, he never met with him when others would see...so it couldn't be him. Unfortunately for Edward, he had underestimated just how manipulative and down right paranoid Kevala was. Something he was going to pay dearly for now.

[Legion]

Patrick paid no mind to the to the guys comment about Feht. Trying to rattle his chains, get him all worked up and what not. Perhaps trying to move this along and get to the killing part right? They both knew it was coming, I mean come on lets be honest. Even if Patrick didn't have the balls for it did Kevala would. They both knew Edward was a dead man and so yeah, Patrick agreed, this part could get tedious for both people at this point. But then that was part of the thrill to. Almost like Edward was begging for the knife. If Patrick were any sicker then he was then well he might [EDITED AS PER THE RULES]... smile at this point.

When Patrick mentioned family and friends, instantly he saw that he had struck a chord. All joking seemed to cease, and hell, he even let a curse out when he asked him what he meant. It drew a sick little grin from Patrick, though once again only his eyes would read through.

"Oh? No snide remark? No insult? No horrible truth about how Kazumi's going to die, be raped, so on and so forth?" Patrick asked in mock surprise but an air of omniscience of the situation in his tone, "My Edward, are we actually concerned now?"

Patrick placed the knife where his mouth was feigning surprise once again. He paused again for dramatic effect. As much as the suspense was annoying Edward Patrick had to keep it up. Especially now that it was building. This time for real. It would seem that he had struck a chord. But now, Patrick wouldn't answer his question, allowing suspense to build. Instead he'd lower the knife, asking seriously once more, "Now I'm going to ask you again, and I expect full and complete answers. Where is Kazumi? Who are your bosses and where can I find them?"

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Edward--

The mock surprise was mildly annoying and for certain it was getting on his nerves. He knew the end result of this. Either this kid was going to kill him or that bitch of a Mother was going to do so. So these games were getting old and he was growing rather bored of playing them. "Cut the shit and just kill me already. I am not in the mood for these stupid games."

He would lay his head back against the back of the chair as best he could, eyes staring up at the ceiling as he let out a long slow breath. It was an odd sensation, preparing for your own death, even when you had done so many, many times. Though never had it been more certain than it was right now.

Then came the questions again. The same one and the only one that mattered to this kid. Where was the girl? Yet it was also the only one that Edward would not be answering any time soon. "I don't know." Oh he knew but he wasn't going to admit it. However he let his tone clearly show he was lying. He was trying hard to block out the thoughts of who the other person in the room was, the muffled groans and struggles tearing at his nerves though he didn't let it show.

No, he had to assume it was somebody else, some stranger. The alternative was not an option. A slow, long whistle would escape, as he cut his eyes back toward Patrick, that grin once more curled upon his lips. "So, guess I am of no use to you." He shrugged and would simply slump down into the chair. He was pretty much done. Either he was going to die or they were going to keep going round and round with the same stupid questions and the same, empty answers.

[Legion]

It was funny really. How annoying Edward thought this was, but then again, it was progress. Patrick had to stifle a chuckle when he said to just hurry up and kill him. Just at the absurdity of the situation. It wasn't begging, it was just the suspense most likely. Just get it over with, but of course, Patrick wasn't going to "just get it over with". Not until he got his answers anyway.

"Oh, slow down there turbo, not until I've got my answers," Patrick said with a chuckle, "Besides we're about to get to the best part."

When he lied again, it really wasn't surprising, but the last chance questions seemed to be a necessity, one of those protocoled traditions in this time honored practice. But as he lied Patrick sighed, more out of habit really. Now the fun really began. Now he got to make Edward suffer. When Edward said he was of no use to him Patrick let out a grin, "Oh but Edward you didn't ask me why I'm wearing a mask?"

Alluding once more to the fact that there was something particularly nasty that was about to take place. Turning around Patrick would walk towards the table and picked up one of them cordless irons, turning it on to it's max heat. Walking over to Edward he lifted the knife and the Iron in a threatening manner before lowering them down with a chuckle, "No, I'm not going to hurt you."

"However," Patrick said, pausing slightly before speaking in a mockingly exasperated tone, "I would like to remind you that I tried Edward, I really did, tried to spare you from this fate."

Patrick's foot hooked around one of the legs of Edward's chair pausing momentarily asking out of a feigned ignorance, "What was your brother's name again? Carlos?"

Looking up skyward as he put the knife against his lips again, in feigned thought. After a moment of that he'd spin Edward around to face his brother. Walking over to the bound and gagged man Patrick would put the iron on the ground, before placing his free, left hand on the bag and ripping it off his neck. Revealing Carlos' face Patrick would give that sick little half grin before ungagging the man. Walking around to Carlos' front Patrick would kneel down before the man. He'd look him in the eyes while he spoke in a plain, matter-of-fact, no bullshit manner, "Okay Carlos, this is how this works. I'm going to ask your brother questions again. He's going to answer them. If he doesn't I'm going to cut your fingers off, one by one."

Patrick would place the knife tip down on each finger as he said "one by one" for an intimidating effect. Of course he didn't know how trained the man was, or if he was at all, but hopefully the answer was no, and hopefully Edward had a heart. After Patrick had touched two of the man's fingers he'd lift the iron and hold it near the man's same hand so he could feel the heat as he said, "This is to cauterize the wound. To keep you from bleeding. Now, you haven't seen anyone's face, nor do you know any of our names."

Patrick put the iron down and stood up, facing Edward again, though he stepped back so Carlos could hear him clearly, "If Edward can answer my questions before you die, I will let you live."

"Hell," Patrick pulled out his cellphone, "I'll even call you an ambulance, to a location in the area on my untraceable prepaid phone. But that's only if Edward can tell me what I need to know."

Patrick didn't beat around the bush, didn't lie to Edward. They both knew the deal. Edward wasn't walking out of here alive. However, as far as Edward knew, Carlos still could. And so did Carlos.

"So," Patrick said looking to Edward, placing his phone in his pocket as he placed the blade of the knife on Carlos' left pinky, grasping the finger with his free hand, "I'll ask one more time, Where's Kazumi?"

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Edward--

As the time ticked on, things began to sink in as to what was likely going on. Then as the comment was made about him not going to be hurt, and about having given him a chance, his brow would furrow slightly.

But it wasn't until the kid said his brother's name that his eyes widened and he would jerk harder at the restraints that held in him place, a growl escaping his throat. "Fuck you!" Telling himself that this was all a game, a mind trick, a lie. That was all it was and he wasn't going to cave to it.

But then that foot hooked into the leg of his chair and jerked him around. Face to face with his brother.

Carlos --

The bag removed from his head, it was evident that the man was nothing like his brother almost instantly. He looked terrified, tears rolling down his cheeks fear in his gaze as his eyes met those of his brother. He was trembling and it only grew worse as the threats were made toward him. He could feel the bile rising up in his throat, he could feel his muscles tensing. Then the rules were explained and he would turn his eyes from his brother to the guy in front of him, the one with the ski mask. His fingers instinctively flexed at the mention of them being cut off, the knife only making it worse.

So naturally, he looked back to his brother, crying harder now as he pleaded with him, with his eyes to answer the fucking questions. He couldn't talk, he could barely breath, but the sounds and the tears were enough to show he didn't want to die in this place. Not like this.

Edward--

"Leave him alone!" He growled, cuffs cutting into his wrists and ankles as he jerked against them. "He has NOTHING to do with this!" He was mad, that was apparent. He had spent his entire life protecting his little brother, providing for him....He was all Edward had left so naturally he wasn't going to take this well.

Then came the question again. A growl erupting from him as he narrowed his eyes on Patrick and gripped the arms of the chair with what little bit of movement he was allowed. "With the fucking doctor! Doctor X whatever the fuck you call him!" There he had said where the fuck she was, yet not a direct location. Why? Because he was going to try as long as he could to hold that information back.

He could take all the torture in the world and he could die right then and there. But his brother? Well that was a different story. The guy was innocent, never hurt anyone, never did anything wrong.

[Legion]

No, Carlos was nothing like his brother. Where as Edward was cool, calm and collected, well at least until his brother had been introduced, Carlos was not. It looked like Carlos was going to have a fit from the nervousness. That was good, very good. If Edward had a heart at all that would make things all the more difficult for him. With Carlos likely begging for his life, from his brother. That also meant that Patrick had to be careful. Not to push Carlos too far into a corner. That meant one thing really, that Carlos had to keep hope, hope that he could make it out of this alive.

As Edward screamed at Patrick, telling him that Carlos had nothing to do with this Patrick would fire right back at him growling, "He has EVERYTHING to do with this."

"You know what the moral or the story was with Zea?" Patrick asked Edward regaining composure he had never really lost, "That our actions effect more then ourselves. And now, your actions are going to have consequences with your brother. Don't fuck with me or I'll cut him apart piece by piece."

"Not a complete answer," Patrick said with a sigh, shaking his head. Before anyone could reply though Patrick would press the knife down into Carlos' flesh, sawing a bit to get through the socket as blood sprayed up into Patrick's face. Taking the finger Patrick would toss it into Edward's lap before picking up the iron and shoving it down on Carlos' wound, hearing and smelling the flesh sizzle and cook.

After he was done Patrick would put the iron down and turn to Edward saying, "Play time's over. Give me the complete answer, or next will be his thumb."

Driving home the point Patrick would turn and look Carlos in the eyes asking him calmly, "Carlos, which is your writing hand? I don't want to screw you over for the rest of your life on the chance that your brother wises up."

Once again giving Carlos hope that there was possibly and end game for him...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Edward--

"She is just a fucking girl! Let her go! Find a new one!" He growled, trying to get the words in, not getting what the big fucking deal was over this girl. That girl that had died on the dock was a lover, this one was a lover, there would be more lovers for this kid he was sure. But this, this was his brother and there would never be another one of those.

Yet when his ploy to not answer fully didn't pull off he would jerk against the restraints as the knife pressed down into his brother's finger.

Carlos--

He screamed, loud and gut wrenching as more tears streaked down his face. The blood splattering onto his clothes and the remaining fingers. He felt sick. And then came the iron and another scream would erupt. "FUCK! E...Eddy jus....t......t...tell him!" Struggling to get the words out as he felt light headed, naturally. All the blood rushing from his head to the sight of the wound....

Hell he was barely able to get his other fingers to move to indicate that it was his writing hand. He was never put through anything like this and he wanted out of this, he just hoped his brother would save him, like he had all his life.

Edward--

"God damnit you son of a bitch! Let him go!" He jerked harder at the cuffs not even seeming to notice the cuts that were forming in his flesh. He was too concerned about his brother at this point. The pleas only making it worse. "Carlos you have to be quiet! Just...trust me!"

He growled, shooting his glare back to Patrick. "I dropped her off at [insert address here]...I was told to hand her off and then go home. So I did." Once more jerking at his restraints and ready to tear this fucker apart if he could get free, that finger falling out of his lap from all his wriggling. "Now let him go!"

[Legion]

"And he's just a brother, find a new one," Patrick sneered, somewhat disappointed that Edward couldn't see his face at this moment. Though he was in control, this was a rather telling moment to Edward, to anyone listening really. It, in a backhanded way, spoke volumes of how he felt for Kazumi. Just like Edward wouldn't be able to get a new brother, Patrick wouldn't be able to get a new Kazumi. A new mother of his child, this child. Though yes, he may be capable of doing such, he didn't want to. Nor would he. Failure wasn't an option here. This, for him was do or die.

Patrick nodded as Carlos moved his fingers to indicate his writing hand. That was good. It meant that at least one person here was fully cooperative, and even felt he had a chance of walking away. That was good. As was Edward's apparent agitation. Things are coming together, that was the thought that ran through Patrick's head as Edward tried to comfort his brother. And then came what Patrick was really looking for, the truth. No more games, just answers. Patrick looked pensively, ignoring the man as he told him to let his brother go, "Who did ye hand her off to?"

Patrick didn't think he needed to restate what would happen to Carlos if Edward didn't answer his question...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Edward--

He growled once more and would again jerk at the cuffs trying to get away from them, to get to his brother, to save him. Yet he knew, deep down that it was of no use. "I don't fucking know! Two fuckers in lab coats! I didn't exactly look at name tags!"

He would narrow his eyes slightly as he tried his best to at least ball his hands into fists. He just didn't know what this fucker wanted him to say. "Look! All I know is that they were putting her into a white van when I drove off. The Doc is obsessed with her. Has been for years apparently. That shit that went down at 1033, he was pulling the strings!" Yeah, he was spilling because he was sure that he was dying any moment now but he was hopeful that his brother would walk away. Sure, he knew deep down that the other person usually doesn't make it out but he was blinded by rage at this point and fear for his brother's life.

"FUCK! [insert address here] That's the fucking address of the lab! I have been there once. He is going to keep her there and then move her in a couple days...overseas somewhere....He never told me anything else!" He jerked at the restraints again even though he knew it was futile. He just couldn't help it. The choked sobs of his brother and the fact that the guy was pale and looked like he was going to be sick didn't help. No, he wanted him to just be let go. He didn't care about himself, just Carlos.

[Legion]

He didn't know? Really? Was that the truth? The way he was acting? It seemed likely. But Patrick wasn't about to let that go. If Edward was as good as he supposedly was, he would be like Patrick in this one regard. He'd have at least made a mental note of all the important features of the men. But as it stood, he felt like he had to spill his guts more, which was good, it meant less blood spilled from innocent Carlos. However when he mentioned the 1033 incidents, Patrick's fist balled. He knew it, he knew he hadn't gotten everyone. and now it had come to bite him in the ass. Though he knew that he was in no position to scour earth's place when he had left. Just had in in him to blow the place before collapsing. That Doctor Fucker, who ever he was, he had to have known. The bastard used Patrick's revenge to cover his tracks!

And it was then that Edward gave him, perhaps the most important information there was for him. The address of the actual lab, not just the drop off point. Now that was certainly useful. Unfortunately a few days was not enough time to get a big rescue planned. Which really meant that Patrick would likely have to do what he did best. Wing it and hope for the best, killing anyone he crossed. Edward had done well, unfortunately Patrick had a few more questions, "Who are the people that you work for?"