Rebellion and Regret (Davis)

[Alliana Porter]

Ally swallowed hard when he came into view. Her heart was thoroughly longed inside her throat and she swore she had never felt so afraid in her entire life. This would not end well. He had so much hatred, overflowing with how much he loathed her. What the hell had she done to him?the first time she had ever seen him was after the raid. there had to be something else, something more for why he couldn't stand her very existence.

"What....what do you want with me?" she stuttered pathetically. there had to be more than giving her hell. What she wanted was a reason, a reason he didn't seem to want to give. He walked up slolwly ad she pressed her back against the chair, attempting to get as far back from him as she possibly could. His words were like a sick poisin in her ears. "I'm going to give you hell." reverberated in the silence of the room and through her ears, straight to her heart that thumped violently in her chest.
Ally rose her wide grey eyes up slowly to him , and tried to keep her erratic breath as calm as she could. It only made breathing harder now. No....no...no please don't do this." She began to thrash again, and away, fully knowing she couldn't escape him. Trying made her feel a little bit better..if any. God...please...don't..don't do this!'

[Luke Martin]

It enraged Davis further that Porter still thought she was innocent, that she didn't know what irked him about her and her family. She sat there, all doe eyed, like a deer caught in headlights, no concept of consequence. She feared the revenge he would wreak against her, and she had every right to be afraid. There was an anger burning in the pit of his stomach that could only be satisfied with blood and pain.

Grabbing a fistful of hair, he tugged her head forwards violently, gritting his teeth in the process, "I will do whatever I want with you," he growled, slamming her head back again, seeing the visible strain in her neck as he did so. He then delivered a swift punch to her face, burying his other fist in the left side of her ribs, the muscles there bruising on impact. "I'm going to have my revenge," he told her, "and there's nothing anyone can do to stop me this time."

[Alliana Porter]

Ally squeaking in pain and fear as he jerked her further. Her hair was thick, but he pulled hard at the roots an pain was defiantly invoked. Her eyes began to water as he hissed his threat to her. He would give her hell, there was no doubt about it. He slammed her head back and the urge to cry slipped in again. She was in a pathetic enough state, and crying would only force him to break her even more. He was already taking advantage of her broken spirit and probably couldn't wait to bring her down to pathetic tears.

She watched him with wide eyes as his fist collided with the side of her mouth. She crumpled even further as he slammed into her ribs. One of them snapped;she could hear it through her ears. Ally choked and spit blood off to the side from the blow. Choking back another tear, she rose her stern grey gaze to him, sniffling a little as she held her head high. Her eyes said Do your worst but her heart was cowering in fear. There was nothing brave about this moment, and she knew fully well she stood no chance against him, or his wrath. What the hell did he want revenge on? When had she ever done a thing to him? She wanted to ask, but if she even thought to speak a word, the beatings would only get worse. Not that they weren't bad enough already.

[Luke Martin]

Porter was silent, trying to savour her dignity, remain strong, but Davis wouldn't let her have that - he was going to strip her bare and make her cry. He released his fury, hard and unrelentless, supplying her body with punches and kicks for what felt like hours, until she was left on the ground, barely recognisable as the woman he'd had dragged into the room just over an hour ago - all the visible parts of her body were red and raw, some places already bruised, he had quite literally beaten her black and blue.

Taking a step backwards from her shaking form, he clenched and unclenched his broken and bloody fist, hissing at the pain that seered through it - it was worth it. "What do you have to say now, Porter?" he snarled, lathering the excess saliva around the inside of his mouth before spitting it on the floor, "do you feel righteous now? Do you feel proud of what you've done? You and your brother."

[Alliana Porter]

Hours of torture later and she had slid onto the floor, laying helplessly on her side. The tears came like rivers now, mixing with the dried blood around her face. Two of her ribs had been fractured if not broken, she could tell by the way they crumpled when she breathed. Possible internal bleeding and definite bruising. Luckily, no head trauma, save a few harsh punches. She couldn't tell much, she was no medical officer, but her years in bio stayed with her. Everything hurt and she felt the pain like fire through her veins. Why would he do this to her? She kept asking to herself as she lay broken on the floor.

Ally rose her grey eyes slowly, observing the way he held his fists. He had hurt himself, hurting her. She was no fragile thing, in fact her ribs alone were rock hard and a few cells away from being a six pack. She was still softer than him, fragile in her own way as a woman. One he had he beaten mercilessly for no apparent reason. He spit at the ground near her face and she recoiled a little. "What the hell did I do?" she replied weakly, coughing up a small pool of blood. "It's all his fault, whatever you think I did. I didn't. Just him, that bastard."

[Luke Martin]

"Don't try to deny it," his deep voice rumbled throughout the room, "all you Porters, you're all as bad as each other, you're all scum." His breathing rattled as he cleared his throat, staring down at her with hatred in his eyes. He was blind to rhyme and reason, there was nothing that could change his mind. Delivering another swift kick to her ribs, he shook his head. "Scum."

His cell in his pocket rang, and it took him a moment to clear the red screen of hatred from his vision, pick up his phone, and check the screen. Without a word he left the room, leaving Porter huddled on the floor. He would be back to finish her off in a moment, he didn't want her hearing this conversation with his superior.

[Alliana Porter]

Ally curled up more into the fetal position where the pain seemed to dull just a little. His words were like poison. She was NOTHING like her brother, and never would be. Charlie had been the one to screw her over, blaming her for some pointless crap her had committed. And now, just like every other time, she had taken the blame. But this time, it hurt much..much worse. She sniffled up a little, and felt her eyes too empty to cry any more. damn it all hurt. He seemed to know and kicked her again. She let out a small yelp and curled in a little further. How could Charlie do this to her? was he ever really her brother at all?

Hearing his phone, Ally watched as davis swiftly left the room. She closed her eyes tight and tried to sob the pain away. This was all like a pained nightmare that she couldn't wake up from. She kept asking herself Why and over inside of her mind. Why had this happened to her? Her eye lids grew heavy and she knew she was fading fast, and hopefully not to death. She had so much more to live for. Her future daughter, a life with Luke and she was so looking forward to Christmas for once. life couldn't end here, not now.

[Luke Martin]

"I'm taking care of her now," Davis said, pacing up and down the dark corridor outside the door, "she won't be a problem any longer. I..." BANG. Davis dropped his phone, his eyes falling to the wound in the left side of his chest as a pool of red blood soaked his shirt. Falling onto his knees, he felt the barrel of a gun press itself against the back of his head. "Luke, go,"

[/b] a female voice came from behind him, "we got this."[/i][/color]

It had been an agonising few hours searching for Ally. Luke had never felt pain like the one tearing through his chest right now, not even when Davis first took her. He'd had the constant fear of them being too late, or just never finding her at all. But then Ben had spotted something that Anna had missed, and they'd discovered that Ally was being kept in one of the other warehouses at the docks, in an underground bunker. Anna and Ben made getting in look easy, and they'd used the security surveillance room to find which room Ally was being held in.

When Anna told him go, he didn't hesitate. Wrenching open the door, his heart almost leapt out of his chest when he saw Ally lying on the floor. He barely recognised her, she was in such a state, curled up in a sobbing ball of pain. Skidding onto his knees next to her, he managed to breathe her name. "Ally." Gently, he tugged her up into his arms, all his emotions choking in his throat. "Oh my God."[/blockquote]

[Alliana Porter]

Ally heard the pop of a gunshot and prayed it was Davis. The door creaked and her knight in shining armor was right to her. Her hands were still cuffed painfully behind her back and she so desperately wanted to touch his face. She felt him pull her in his arms and she managed a faint, weak smile. "Hey.." she breathed just above a whisper. "You.....came..." Every word was hard, and it didn't help that he was pressed up against her broken ribs. But it was a pain she could tolerate. She was safe.

Looking up into his eyes, tears trying to form, she inhaled a deep painful breath. laying her head against the comfort of his chest, she closed her eyes and let the darkness consume her in a deep sleep. The pain would be there when she woke up, but her eyes could barely stay awake, that and the added blood loss, plus the pain, pushed her into shock and eventually unconsciousness.