Scourge drew in air through his teeth, fingers clenching around the crude hilt of his weapon. He knew what Bart was talking about. Vaguely. Bits and pieces overheard and those bits were more than he wanted to know because he'd tried to avoid thinking about how it might be him one of these nights tied down and sliced open.
He looked at Piper, his expression far more nervous now. "The guys running this place, sometimes they take a handful of people away during the night and do things to them. Nasty stuff. I think it's experiments or something, trying to take us apart and figure out what makes us tick." Bart had gone through that and come out alive and sane, it seemed, but the scars on his arms didn't make it look fun.
Scourge's shoulders curled inward, a barricade against the encroaching darkness. His lips twisted in a scowl. "Or they just do it for fun. Who knows?"
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Scourge drew in air through his teeth, fingers clenching around the crude hilt of his weapon. He knew what Bart was talking about. Vaguely. Bits and pieces overheard and those bits were more than he wanted to know because he'd tried to avoid thinking about how it might be him one of these nights tied down and sliced open.
He looked at Piper, his expression far more nervous now. "The guys running this place, sometimes they take a handful of people away during the night and do things to them. Nasty stuff. I think it's experiments or something, trying to take us apart and figure out what makes us tick." Bart had gone through that and come out alive and sane, it seemed, but the scars on his arms didn't make it look fun.
Scourge's shoulders curled inward, a barricade against the encroaching darkness. His lips twisted in a scowl. "Or they just do it for fun. Who knows?"