[wm] 92.1.E - jumping off point
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magic_fratboy“I don't believe that's a name that I have ever you call me before. Would you be so kind as to repeat it? It sounded so lovely the way you pronounced it through gritted teeth.”
Narrowing his eyes, Tommy glanced up at Channing with a scowl, then winced as the ropes cinched in tighter around his midsection, driving the air from his lungs.
“Whoops! I’m sorry, Tommy!”
“Nah, s’ok.” He coughed, nodding to Stephanie in encouragement. “I need ‘em tight.”
“Are you really sure this is a good idea? You couldn’t even get out of those handcuffs…”
Drawing as deep a breath as he could, Tommy waited for the final knots to be tied before testing his bonds and answering. Seated in a chair with arms, he’d let Channing and Stephanie truss him up in a hundred foot length of rope.
From neck and shoulders to his feet, he was tied up solid.
“Rope’s actually…easier.” He murmured, flexing his fingers. He couldn’t even open his hand all the way, pins and needles rippling over his fingers as the loss of blood started to set in. His feet were starting to feel cold…and yeah, he was definitely having trouble breathing.
“How long’d that take?”
Checking the stopwatch, Channing sighed. “Twelve minutes. Honestly, Tommy, do you think you can do this? You can’t even…”
He met her gaze as she trailed off, knowing what she was going to say. You can’t even use your powers. Rope had no locks, and he couldn’t make his abilities work for him unless he knew exactly how the knots were tied. A plant would add a few he was aware of, let him get a little extra slack, but Channing and Stephanie were beyond his control.
But this was exactly the kind of escape he needed.
“Don’t cut me loose ‘less I tell you to.” He grunted. “I seriously can’t feel my hands…or breathe. Good work, Effie.”
Stephanie walked around to join Channing, biting her lower lip nervously as she leaned against the other woman companionably.
“Ready, Tommy?”
Taking a deep breath, he nodded to Channing.
The sound of the stopwatch counting down set off something in him, awakened something between memory and knowledge that honed his focus to a razor’s edge. Left hand, he knew it all depended on his left hand…he’d bent it when they tied him. Straightening gave him a little slack, just enough to wiggle the rope over the arm of the chair…that gave him a little more…
“Five minutes in!”
His hand was free, then his arm was loose but still bound. New blood rushed to the limb, but instead of helping it left his muscles feeling weak and greedy for nourishment, fingers tingling and trembling so bad he could barely control them.
“Seven minutes!”
One arm was loose. Forcing himself to move one finger at a time, one step after another, he got his second hand loose and started working on his torso and feet.
“Ten minutes!”
Greedily breathing deep, Tommy rocked back in his chair, landing hard on his back. Bending up, he struggled to toe off his boots gratefully while tugging at his restraints. Once his shoes were off, he tried to use his toes to aid him…
“Eleven-thirty!”
“Come on, Tommy! You can do it!”
Shimmying backwards, he kicked at the ropes, then kicked backwards and somersaulted to his feet with a howl of triumph.
“YEAH!!!”
“Omigod, you did it!!”
Laughing as Stephanie rushed him for a hug, Tommy embraced her right back, then jubilantly lifted her off her feet and slung her over his shoulder as he spun in a circle.
“If you two are done,” Channing laughed over the din of her giggling and his hooting, “we open in six weeks and still have a lot of work to do!”
“Yeah, and you promised us Mexican!” Stephanie pouted, swatting his shoulder. “Put me down and pay up.”
Grinning, Tommy obeyed, feeling a surge of real hope for the first time since he’d agreed to do the building implosion. If he could do the impossible here, he could do it there.
If he could fight as a mortal man, he could still win.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 709
Narrowing his eyes, Tommy glanced up at Channing with a scowl, then winced as the ropes cinched in tighter around his midsection, driving the air from his lungs.
“Whoops! I’m sorry, Tommy!”
“Nah, s’ok.” He coughed, nodding to Stephanie in encouragement. “I need ‘em tight.”
“Are you really sure this is a good idea? You couldn’t even get out of those handcuffs…”
Drawing as deep a breath as he could, Tommy waited for the final knots to be tied before testing his bonds and answering. Seated in a chair with arms, he’d let Channing and Stephanie truss him up in a hundred foot length of rope.
From neck and shoulders to his feet, he was tied up solid.
“Rope’s actually…easier.” He murmured, flexing his fingers. He couldn’t even open his hand all the way, pins and needles rippling over his fingers as the loss of blood started to set in. His feet were starting to feel cold…and yeah, he was definitely having trouble breathing.
“How long’d that take?”
Checking the stopwatch, Channing sighed. “Twelve minutes. Honestly, Tommy, do you think you can do this? You can’t even…”
He met her gaze as she trailed off, knowing what she was going to say. You can’t even use your powers. Rope had no locks, and he couldn’t make his abilities work for him unless he knew exactly how the knots were tied. A plant would add a few he was aware of, let him get a little extra slack, but Channing and Stephanie were beyond his control.
But this was exactly the kind of escape he needed.
“Don’t cut me loose ‘less I tell you to.” He grunted. “I seriously can’t feel my hands…or breathe. Good work, Effie.”
Stephanie walked around to join Channing, biting her lower lip nervously as she leaned against the other woman companionably.
“Ready, Tommy?”
Taking a deep breath, he nodded to Channing.
The sound of the stopwatch counting down set off something in him, awakened something between memory and knowledge that honed his focus to a razor’s edge. Left hand, he knew it all depended on his left hand…he’d bent it when they tied him. Straightening gave him a little slack, just enough to wiggle the rope over the arm of the chair…that gave him a little more…
“Five minutes in!”
His hand was free, then his arm was loose but still bound. New blood rushed to the limb, but instead of helping it left his muscles feeling weak and greedy for nourishment, fingers tingling and trembling so bad he could barely control them.
“Seven minutes!”
One arm was loose. Forcing himself to move one finger at a time, one step after another, he got his second hand loose and started working on his torso and feet.
“Ten minutes!”
Greedily breathing deep, Tommy rocked back in his chair, landing hard on his back. Bending up, he struggled to toe off his boots gratefully while tugging at his restraints. Once his shoes were off, he tried to use his toes to aid him…
“Eleven-thirty!”
“Come on, Tommy! You can do it!”
Shimmying backwards, he kicked at the ropes, then kicked backwards and somersaulted to his feet with a howl of triumph.
“YEAH!!!”
“Omigod, you did it!!”
Laughing as Stephanie rushed him for a hug, Tommy embraced her right back, then jubilantly lifted her off her feet and slung her over his shoulder as he spun in a circle.
“If you two are done,” Channing laughed over the din of her giggling and his hooting, “we open in six weeks and still have a lot of work to do!”
“Yeah, and you promised us Mexican!” Stephanie pouted, swatting his shoulder. “Put me down and pay up.”
Grinning, Tommy obeyed, feeling a surge of real hope for the first time since he’d agreed to do the building implosion. If he could do the impossible here, he could do it there.
If he could fight as a mortal man, he could still win.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 709
