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dragonsarecool · 2 years ago

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Whumptober Day 30 - Manhandled

Thirty: Manhandled

A/N: An alternate version of this scene from ‘Explorers on the Moon’. I’ve also played with this scene in that the doors and ladder to the moon rocket can be opened from the tank.

He became suspicious even before Wolff finished speaking. “You’ll see the box right in front of you as you go in!”

Years of experience were screaming alarm bells as he descended the ladder, yet he chose to ignore them. Wolff had proven his trust over the last few months, and Calculus had clearly trusted him enough to make him the second officer for this mission. He jumped to the floor from the final rung, wiping his hands on his sweater as he turned to walk into the hold, his footsteps echoing on the metallic floor.

A hand clasped around his mouth, and he decided he really needed to trust his gut more often.

He instinctively went to scream, only to realise that the hand was large enough to squeeze his jaw shut as well. His hands flew to the one clasped across his mouth as he tried to pry it away. “Hmmph!” Who the hell can this be?! Everyone else is in the tank!

“Quiet!”

Tintin quickly drew still. Colonel Jorgen?! Putain d’enfer??

“Hurry up, Wolff!”

He made a move to elbow the Colonel in the stomach, only for the man in question to wrap his spare arm around Tintin’s chest, pinning his arms to his sides. Wriggling as much as he could with his limited motion, he fought against his captor to no avail. “Mmmhmm!” Let me go! Wolff!! Help!!

“I said, keep quiet, you little bastard!” Jorgen snapped. He tightened his grip on the young man until his nails were digging into Tintin’s flesh.

Wolff’s voice filled the air as he descended the ladder, his face shifting into one of horror as he watched the two men struggling. “…Colonel!! Is this really necessary?”

“I’m not taking any chances this time!” Jorgen hissed, struggling to keep Tintin under control. “Get me some rope, and hurry!”

“But Colonel-“

“DO IT, WOLFF!”

Although clearly reluctant to obey, Wolff gave a quick nod and jogged into the hold, the door squeaking as it half-closed behind him.

“I have been looking forward to this for a long, long time, my friend,” Jorgen spoke menacingly in his ear. He could feel the hairs of his moustache tickling against the back of his neck, sending shivers throughout his body. “I have been dreaming about what sort of revenge I could extract upon you. You destroyed everything I had in Syldavia-“

“Moon rocket, this is Calculus!” The Professor’s voice crackled through the intercom from the floor above. “We have just finished donning our suits, and will be inside shortly! Over and out!”

“Dammit!! Wolff!” Jorgen quickly pulled Tintin backwards to the ladder, hand still firmly clasped over his mouth. He shoved the young man against the steel rungs hard enough that his head bounced back from the impact, causing a groan of pain to emerge from underneath his hand. “Tie his hands! Quickly!”

Deciding it would be wise to stay silent, Wolff ducked around the Colonel and began to wrap the ropes around Tintin’s wrists. The young man was momentarily dazed from the impact; by the time he realised what was going on, Wolff had already finished restraining his hands behind the ladder. Tintin squirmed furiously, only to become disheartened when he realised that Wolff was apparently proficient at knots.

Jorgen reached into the pockets of his coat, producing a handkerchief that he shoved violently into Tintin’s mouth, pinning the young man’s head back as he did so. Before the reporter could spit it out, he’d already produced a second and was tying it around his head. “There. That should keep you quiet, Mister Tintin.”

Tintin growled behind the handkerchief, but kept still as Wolff began wrapping a second rope around his ankles to secure them. I didn’t even get a chance to ask what their plan was! Why do I have a sneaking suspicion-

All three men perked up at the sound of the outside door opening downstairs. Tintin began to thrash in his bonds as he screamed for his friends. “Hmmmph!” Help!! I’m here!

“Curses! We’ll have to change the plan!” Jorgen hissed softly. He reached into the interior of his coat and removed a handgun, ensuring that it was loaded. “Get back upstairs, Wolff, and get ready!”

“Get ready? For what?!” Wolff spoke desperately, sweat beading on his brow. “Jorgen, t-this is going too far, I-“

“Get back up there and await my instructions!!” Jorgen’s voice was low as he brandished the gun, turning it towards Wolff’s forehead. “Unless you’d rather I leave you behind as well?”

Wolff’s mouth flapped opened and closed uselessly as he struggled to find the appropriate words to retort with. His eyes instantly widened as a chilling click came from Jorgen’s handgun, and he slowly moved behind Tintin to begin ascending the ladder, remaining perched near the hatch as he nervously ran his hands through his hair.

Tintin’s mind was ticking over with what Jorgen could possibly be planning. I’m guessing his intent was to steal the rocket for his own country, but I’m also assuming he was planning to do that by leaving everyone else behind. Surely he can’t be thinking of killing them instead?!

“Tintin! Tintin?” Haddock’s voice floated from the level below. “Are ya up there, lad?”

Tintin watched Jorgen as he made his way around to the other side of the hatch, smiling as he put a finger to his lips. You’re deluded if you think I’m going to keep quiet!! Captain!

Tintin’s eyes were drawn to the hatch as he heard the sounds of someone beginning to climb up. His heart seemed to be trying to jump out of his chest as he struggled against the restraints, desperate to get the gag out of his mouth. “Hmmph! Mmnmm!” Don’t come up! It’s a trap!!

The Captain’s familiar unruly black hair poked up out of the hatch. “Funny noises up here…”

“Hmmhnn! Mmnmm!” Captaine!! No!

Haddock’s face appeared through the hatch, his expression changing from confused to horrified within milliseconds as he laid eyes on Tintin, completely oblivious to Jorgen crouching directly behind him. “THUNDERING TYPHOONS!! TINTIN! What the-”

“That’s quite enough yelling, mister. This is an enclosed space, after all,” Jorgen cocked his handgun. He placed it against the Captain’s temple, causing the latter man to instantly pale. “Now, finish climbing up here, and then put your hands up.”

Tintin sagged in his bonds. Oh, Captaine…I’m sorry, I tried…

Haddock gave Tintin a look of dismay before reluctantly complied, allowing himself to be pushed up against the wall near the entrance to the hold. “How the hell did this lunatic get onboard?!”

Before Jorgen could tell the Captain to be quiet, their attention was once again drawn to the hatch. “Captain? What’s going on up there?” The Professor’s voice quickly grew louder as he began to climb the ladder, his face contorting into shock as he gazed at the scene before him. “My word!…”

“Finally! I can talk to the man himself!” Jorgen emphatically gestured with his gun, indicating to Calculus to make his way over to the wall. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am-“

“I couldn’t care less who the hell you are, you pathetic little intruder!” Calculus squeaked indignantly, his face beginning to turn ready. “What I do want to know, however, is how the hell you got onboard my rocket, and what the meaning all of this is!” He gestured around the cabin before pointing towards Tintin.

Tintin was taken aback by the Professor’s outburst, but desperately worked to keep a calm composure. Normally he’s such a polite man…Not that I’m complaining, though. At the least the Captain is being sensible and staying quiet.

It appeared Jorgen was also surprised, though he quickly pulled himself together, plastering a fake smile across his face. “How I came to be here is not relevant, Professor. What is relevant, however, is that I require you to launch this rocket, unless you wish for a particularly unfortunate fate to befall your friend Tintin.”

Ignoring the sweat that continued to brew on his forehead, Tintin continued to rub his ankles together in the hopes of loosening the knots that bound them. His efforts were ultimately successful, and he gave a silent sigh of relief when they finally came apart. It seems Wolff is not as good a boy scout as I first thought. Now, for the right moment to strike…

“Colonel, you must understand,” Calculus spoke calmly, “I will not let his rocket budge one centimetre without Tintin at my side to assist! He is a vital asset-“

“And as I have told you already,” Jorgen’s voice quickly jumped in volume. He stomped over to Tintin and jabbed the handgun into his throat, causing a squeak of surprise from the younger man, “you will make this rocket take off, or I start killing members of your crew, starting with him!”

Tintin clenched his eyes shut, fighting to control his erratic breathing. Please, Captain, don’t do anything stupid…just let the Professor handle it…

“I’ll count to ten,” Jorgen snapped. “If we haven’t taken off by then, I’ll start shooting. One.”

“No!!” Calculus shouted. “You can’t do this!”

“Two. Three. Four.”

Jorgen didn’t make it to five before he was tackled to the ground. He let out a strangled cry as he slammed chest-first into the floor, his gun being ejected from his grasp and flying across the room.

It happened so fast that Tintin was confused at first, but he realised that the man in the green suit currently punching the living daylights out of Jorgen was Wolff. He briefly turned away from the scuffle as he tried to gaze up the ladder. He jumped all that way without knowing if he’d even land on him…That is either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid.

Wolff’s face was contorted into complete and utter rage as he assaulted Jorgen. He became so absorbed in his anger that he was oblivious to the Captain acquiring the discarded handgun and pointing it at his head. “Alright, that’s enough! The man’s half dead as it is!”

Wolff blinked at the Captain before looking down at his victim, who was not only completely unconscious, but his face was now a bloody pulp. He gazed at his knuckles, instantly feeling nauseous as he saw how they were saturated with Jorgen’s blood, with droplets running down his wrist and onto the floor. “I didn’t…I mean, I didn’t-“

“There’ll be time for explanations later, Wolff,” Calculus said firmly. “For now, you can start untying Tintin.”

Wolff rose from the floor as he looked over at the young man in question, tears brimming in his eyes. “I’m so, so sorry, Tintin-“

“Get over there and get started already, you pathetic vermin!” The Captain snapped as he passed the handgun to Calculus, gesturing to Jorgen. “Keep this trained on him; if he even twitches, shoot the bastard.”

While Wolff began to untie Tintin’s hands, Haddock walked over and inspected the knots that kept the handkerchief tied into his mouth. “Give us a second, lad.”

“Mmhmm.” Tintin murmured. His mind was still elsewhere, trying to process what the hell just happened. I’m so confused…

Luckily for the Captain, Jorgen had not used a very sophisticated knot, only taking a few seconds to untie the first rag. “Are you alright, lad?” Haddock pulled the second handkerchief from Tintin’s mouth, tossing it aside with disgust.

It took a few moments for Tintin to regain enough moisture in his throat to speak. “…I think so. Professor?”

Calculus gave him a sympathetic look. “I’m so sorry about this, Tintin-“

“It’s not your fault at all, Professor,” Tintin’s voice was still a bit raspy, but that was to be expected. Damn handkerchiefs take all the saliva away. A small exclamation of relief escaped his throat as the ropes around his wrists fell away, and he took the opportunity to regain some feeling in his fingers. “…Can we just go home?”

The Professor gave a deep sigh as he nodded wearily, helping the young man as he stumbled from the ladder. “Yes, my friend. I believe we have truly outstayed our welcome.”

Tintin nodded as he massaged his wrists. He never knew why he did it, even though they weren’t really sore. Force of habit, I suppose. He crossed his arms and turned to face a shaking Wolff, who was busy trying to sponge Jorgen’s blood from his hands. “As for you, Wolff, I believe you owe us an explanation.”

Wolff adjusted his glasses, his hand trembling violently. “…It may take a while-“

“We’ve got all day,” Tintin spoke harshly. “Start talking.”

A/N: Putain d’enfer = what the hell

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