"I'm not an idiot." Carter said, placing the slice down. "I'm trying to be nice. You can tell me what you know and get some food, or I can burn the answers out of you and you can starve here until tomorrow. It's your choice."
Mistakes Made In the Dark (Superhero One-on-One) (Closed?)
He viciously shook his head. "Nope. Not happening. When Harry Potter becomes Death Eater. When Percy Jackson sides with Kronos. Never. Gonna. Happen."
"Fine. Have it your way." Carter stood up and reached into his back pocket. "You have a pretty face, Denzel. It'll be a shame to have to ruin it." He took out a lighter and crouched back down. He held it up to Denzel's cheek. "Tell me what you know," he repeated, "and I won't do it."
"No." He said said sternly, trying to pull away. He shook slightly. He never really liked fire, but he sighed a contract. He'd lose everything if he broke it.
"Spirit," Carter said firmly, "Denzel. I don't want to hurt you, and you don't want to be hurt. I just need you to tell me what you know. No one will know what you said, I promise."
He shook his head, still struggling. "No. No no no no." He braced himself.
Carter sighed and pulled the lighter away from his face, only to place it against his palm instead. He lit it, smelling the burning flesh almost immediately. He pulled it away quickly. Denzel's hand wasn't on fire, though it was badly burned. "Are you going to talk now?"
Denzel shook his head, biting his tongue. it hurt like hell, but he wasn't going to give the satisfaction. He did, however, let a small hiss of pain escape.
"Spirit, don't be idiotic. You team isn't one made up of good people. You'll be doing the world a service by telling me." Carter insisted.
"No." He said stubbornly. "You're- you're lying." He stuttered, managing to pull his hand back. He cradled it against his chest protectively.
"How am I the one lying?" Carter asked, staring at him incredulously. "I'm not the one who captured and experimented on people, am I? I'm not the one who forced innocent people into hiding, or the one who forced those people to the point of no return, am I? They're the ones who lied to you, not me."
"They- they didn't! They would never-" He stopped. "They wouldn't. They'd never to that." His voice dropped, suddenly. "They wouldn't…"
"What do you know about me, Spirit?" Carter asked, standing up once more. "You can say you know me as a villain, but do you really? Or do you just know what they told you?"
"I-" He fell silent. Did he know anything? He scrunched up.
"They're not good people, Denzel. I can promise you that. My fight was never against you, it was against them." Carter said. He put the lighter back into his pocket. "You don't even know the half of who they are."
"How do you know?" He asked, looking up at him. "How?"
"Do you think I wanted to be like this?" Carter asked, gesturing to himself. "Do you think I wanted to be alone, to not bat an eye at burning someone's flesh, to be scarred to the point that I can't even feel parts of my skin properly because of how fucked up my nerve endings are? I know because they made me like this, Spirit."
"N-no. They- their's no way-" He shook his head. "Why?"
"They were looking for someone. Someone that I used to know." Carter said, shakily. "So they found me and-" he cut himself off, looking down. "I don't need to talk about this. You should eat something." He looked over at the plate still on the floor.
He watched him. "No… I'm fine…" He said quietly.
"You haven't eaten in over twenty-four hours." Carter said, refusing to meet his eye. "Eating will do you no harm."
"It wasn't twenty-four hours…" He muttered quietly, looking back down. "Really, I'm fine." Honestly, he had something else to digest.
"You were asleep for over a day, Spirit." Carter said, leaning against the table. "And I have no idea how long you went without eating before I found you."
"I was?" He asked. Really, it's not like he noticed. "Fine…" He surrendered.
(Sorry I was gone, I had a fever/cold yesterday and I went on for about five minutes and then passed out from exhaustion. I'm mostly better now though)
Carter was silent as Denzel reached for the plate. "You can get something else, if you want. That's all I have right now, but I can go out and get you something." Carter said after a few moment of silence.
((It's fine. Health comes first!))
Denzel shook his head. "This is fine." He said, taking a bite and smiling slightly.
"Right then." Carter looked away. "Sorry about your hand. I didn't want to do that, but I need my information. What can you tell me about the Legion?"
"They take in whatever super accepts their terms- code of conducts, contract, things like that. They give basic training, then you get your first case and you're fighting crime. When you bring back who they ask for, they let you rest up to heal and that's that for us." He said. "I swear, that's all I know. They say they do nothing to them, just rehabilitation stuff. Again, that's all I know."
"Rehabilitation?" Carter huffed out a laugh. "Yeah sure. Practically every person that they track down is someone who knew Thomas at some point or another. They're so desperate to find him that they torture it out of people who haven't seen him since-" Carter froze, realizing that he had let Thomas' name slip. He internally yelled himself. He wasn't supposed to mention him or any of the events that led to his disappearance, he knew that.
"Who- who's Thomas?" He asked curiously, looking up at him. "Why would they want to find him?"