#I go from quiet to louder. especially the boots with metal accents on them

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

Talking about my grandma’s death traumatizing me and saying “I don’t really hold resentment towards anyone else because nobody pushed her down them or anything, but I’m gonna hold a grudge against stairs because I can always step on them.” Was a real sleep deprivation moment yesterday

[heroeslogic-moved]

RESCUE ME

word count : 1,552 words

trigger warnings : kidnapping, torture, blood, mentions of abuse, psychological manipulation, hydra

setting : early 2015

note : you are under no obligation to read these oneshots in order to rp with alice. they are simply backstory which i wrote prior to moving alice to tumblr and i’d like to have them available to read so my hard work didn’t go to waste.

this one shot belongs to me, it was written by me. do not reblog. do not repost elsewhere. alice gallagher, the delinquent task force and associated ocs belong to me.

alice found herself with her wrists suspended above her head. she felt groggy, like her brain was only half functioning or she’d been dosed with something. when she moved, the cuffs on her wrists jingled. she was cuffed to some kind of grating above her.

“help! someone help me!” she yelled, her voice hoarse like she’d been yelling before, but didn’t remember doing so.

she heard footsteps above her, boots on the grating and then the same footsteps coming down steps. she kept yelling, louder despite how much it hurt her “come on! someone rescue me!” alice should’ve been thinking, trying to remember how she’d gotten here, but she was taking her chances with the screaming.

“please shut the hell up, agent gallagher. you know better than this.” grant ward stood in front of her shaking his head in disbelief. “you’re a good agent, a good kid, so save your voice.”

hydra scum had lead them on for years, made them all trust him, made her trust him. “you piece of shit, let me go!” she tried to pull free, but her toes just barely kept her stabilized on the ground and she knocked herself off balance in the struggle. her entire weight was supported in her wrists and she had to quickly balance herself on the toes of her boots again. behind her a metal fence offered little support for her back or even any grip for her feet.

“not until you talk and after that, well, i don’t have much use for you. you’re a good agent, but you’re not particularly important.” he walked closer to her. “you matter to may , coulson and especially hill. i want them to suffer.”

as he came further into her line of sight, she saw a knife in his hands. the sharp blade glinted in the dim light of what she thought was a basement. when she saw herself in the blade she realized that her face was bruised but only one spot on her head was bloody. he’d only kidnapped her, they hadn’t fought. “why’d you hit me?” it seemed odd to hit her if he’d already drugged her to get her here.

“you woke up and wouldn’t stay quiet. your voice gets obnoxious. you know, when you get angry you really hear the brooklyn accent. don’t take it personally.” he ran the knife along the exposed flesh on her arms and up her hands.

the blade was cold and she was sweating, it almost felt good until when she remembered who was inches from her and willing to kill her. “they’re gonna come looking for me or i’ll get out. i’m not telling you shit.” alice spat.

with that ward laughed. “you know, deep down, that you don’t deserve to be rescued, alice.”

he’d made her trust him, offered her help when she needed it. he’d made her think she was special, that tough ole agent ward had a soft spot for her. she’d told him everything, about her mom and dad, how she blamed herself for the abuse her sister suffered at her father’s hands when she’d run away. she’d told him how she felt like she let down everyone she cared about. he knew she’d rather die than let anyone get hurt because of her and that deep down she hated herself. s.h.i.e.l.d gave her a purpose but when she wasn’t working, she couldn’t keep her mind off her own shortcomings. when innocent people lost their lives even accidentally, after those missions, when she couldn’t save someone she blamed herself.

you don’t deserve to be rescued. it echoed in her mind, hitting all the right dark corners where her self hatred lay in wait for her to fall prey to its power. alice let her head fall, her chin hitting her chest. a strand of blonde hair fell in her face and she tried to blow it off.

“just make this easy for us both.” ward lifted her chin with the knife. “where’s the bunker where you were trained?”

alice shook her head. “like i said, i’m not telling you shit.”

ward glanced at the knife and then backed away from her, putting it down on the table. “you make everything so difficult for yourself. where’s the bunker?”

she made a face and blew a raspberry in his direction. he’d barely touched her and even getting her here he’d drugged her rather than more bloody methods. she could mistake that for him caring and wanted to test that theory.

he rolled his eyes, almost sad he’d have to hurt her. she had a nice face and she’d grown on him while he’d worked with her. ward balled up his fist, punching her hard in the side.

alice felt the wind get knocked out of her and she lost her balance again. her back hit the metal fence, hard. it offered her no comfort only more pain.

“every time you get mouthy, you get hit. your organs should be fine, but your ribs and face might not be so lucky.” he cocked his head. “let me ask you a different question, why isn’t your bunker on any shield records?”

now she knew he was serious. “because you’re too in love with skye to know where to look!” alice snapped.

he wound up again, this time hitting her ribcage with more force. she’d made this personal so he would too. “your sister still lives in brooklyn? she’s still in med school… should i pay her a little visit?”

tears were welling in her eyes, her wrists sore and fear pulsing through her every vein. “don’t you dare lay a hand on my sister, you fucking asshole.”

“i’ll take your sister out to dinner, show her what a gentleman i can be and then when we’re done i’ll bring her here and make her watch while i finish you off.” ward was getting tired of her, there seemed to be no end to her smart responses and she seemed to have no regard for her own life.

she squeezed her eyes shut tight, trying to hold back tears. “just kill me already, i’m not telling you anything, just don’t bring violet into this. she’s done nothing wrong!”

he exhaled and began hitting her again in the ribs and even in the face. as he did so he grunted out “then tell me where the bunker is and this can all be over. quick and easy.”

the young agent let out a whimper and spit blood into his face, earning her another punch. finally she’d had enough and felt like she was going to break. she couldn’t let her sister get brought into this, she couldn't let violet see her this way. “long island.” she whispered.

ward stopped his assault. “see that wasn’t so hard” he pulled his gun from his holster and pointed it at her head. just as he was about to pull the trigger, four voices began echoing through the place.

“we found them!”

alice let out a sigh, and began yelling as loudly as she could. “i’m down here! i’m down here!”

ward took off, out through a passageway that was shrouded by darkness.

moments later, agents morse, hunter, and may came down the steps followed by skye behind them. alice stopped yelling, but the tears she’d been holding back didn’t stop falling.

while may went after ward, agent hunter and skye helped her down. “i told him. i’m so sorry, i told him where the bunker was.”

she could barely hold herself up, and it was a tough sight seeing the girl like that. hunter was practically carrying her. “it’s alright, you’re alright.” he tried to console her, but he could see ward had really done a number on her.

skye turned to bobbi and at her nod followed may down the tunnel. she was sure agent morse wasn’t too pleased, but they had it handled with alice.

“we can warn them at the bunker. alice, we’ve got you.” bobbi took the lead, leading her ex husband who had the weak, limping girl supported up the stairs and out of the old warehouse they had found alice in.

back at the quinjet, alice slumped in a jumpseat while agent morse cleaned her visible wounds while they waited for skye and may’s return. “he was going to hurt my sister. he was going to kill me in front of her.”

“no, he wasn’t and he won’t.” hunter had a soft spot for the young agent. from what he knew she was only twenty and he felt a fierce urge to keep her far away from all this even though she was bloody and broken as she was now. “we’ll find him again. now or later, he won’t lay a hand on you or your sister again.”

agent may and skye returned dusty and empty handed. “he’s gone” panted skye as she sat down across from alice. she almost didn’t want to look. she knew what ward was capable of, but just as she thought he wouldn’t hurt her, skye had thought he wouldn’t hurt alice either.

“we should be getting back. simmons will get you fixed up.” may was all business but there was a hint of softness in her voice as she set their course in the cockpit.