Everyone's got their chains to break. [ closed ]

[insertdadjoke]

WHO Jacob Kane (insertdadjoke), Abel Fletcher (sociopapathic).
WHAT Do not fuck with these brothers. Not even if you want to experiment and find out why one is immortal. Just don't do it.
WHEN Late 2014, several months after Cain and Abel have been working together to down the Death Erasers.
WHERE nfc.

"What do you mean, you don't know how to text?" asked Cain. He glanced over the lid of his laptop to give his brother a dubious look. There was a whole lot Abel had simply never picked up in his time as an Enforcer and Cain was painfully aware of how much personal experience Abel was lacking in his unlife. There was nothing to be done for it except curse the Reapers and move forward from there. Still... "Everyone knows how to text, Abel."

It was a bit egregious when Abel had a thirteen year old daughter (granted that she was adopted) who was quite the typical teenager in some respects and still Abel couldn't do much more than make calls with his phone. That just seemed like willful ignorance on Abel's part. Cain was going to have to fix that. There were worse things he was going to have to help his brother get through; this one would be a piece of cake.

Didn't mean he couldn't rib the hell out of Abel for it, though.

"Do you even know how to get to the text menu? Can you even turn your phone on? My God, does Holly have to charge it for you?" he asked, tone going more and more obnoxious as the questions came. Sometimes he even got a reaction for it. Those were always awesome.

---

Comments

[insertdadjoke]

Whoever was in charge of the abduction knew what they were doing. Although they did not bind Abel's eyes for the trip, he was relegated to the back of a windowless van and shackled to the wall so as to keep his struggling to a minimum. Cain was already there, unconscious and hooked up to an IV to keep him from waking for the length of their trip. Classic 80s songs were played in the front cabin, but soon even that was cut off when their trip ended not even an hour later. It was a short reprieve as their hosts now took the time to make sure Abel would be going in blind, then tossed him into a cage. Apparently it was less suspicious to go by air than drive to their end destination.

Two hours later and the trip was already done. Their captors were moving them again, Cain still unconscious to the world while Abel was treated like nothing more than a muzzled dog and dragged through the hallways. Someone, a large and muscular man who was more than capable of maneuvering a disoriented Abel around, removed the gag and blindfold and then shoved him into a cage. The man left, and the room was empty save for one other: Cain, tied up to some kind of surgical chair in the center of the room. Their accommodations were not sparse. The walls were lined with computers and shelves stocked with medicines, tools, charts and anything else one might expect from a well-funded operation all stuffed into four walls. There was nothing but scientific curiosity and foreboding, no reason other than research for the room to exist. Abel's cage was even made to order, a height where Abel could not fully stand and yet too uncomfortable to lay across; the bars were covered with a strong mesh to keep him from working his fingers through without obstructing his vision. It sat in the corner, an angle where the subject in the center would have to turn his head just to know someone was there in the first place.

Only a short while after they had been deposited, Cain began to stir. His eyelids fluttered and he murmured, trying to stretch out his limbs and stilling immediately when he felt the bindings along his wrists and ankles. He jerked and tried to tug at them, a distressed grunt breaking free as more wrestling with his restraints proved to have no give at all. "Come on... Not again... Come on. Come on, come on. Abel will be here soon, gotta get out first. Too tight. Too tight. Come on!"