@brokenclockwork from here
Qrow had always known that joining up with Ozpin
would paint a target on his back, and he’d been alright with that. It
was a risk, and a sacrifice, that he’d made willingly and nothing
would change his mind. Even this.
When they’d come after him, he’d laughed and egged
them on. He wasn’t afraid of some two bit mercenaries hired to do
someone else’s dirty work. The battle had even been fun in the
beginning, and Qrow had honestly expected to walk away from it
without serious injury. Unfortunately for him, his lack of perfect
control coupled with his arrogance proved to be his downfall. A
single misstep, and he’d found himself outnumbered and outgunned. He
still hadn’t been afraid, and had fought tooth and nail to make them
pay for every inch they took. He was rather hoping to push them into
either deciding he was more trouble than he was worth, or killing
him, because the alternative was not something he could allow to
He couldn’t fight against drugs however, and when his
aura shattered they made sure to hit him with enough sedatives to
take him out for at least a day. It was the only way to be certain he
would stay down, and he’d panicked at the realization that they were
going to use him as bait of all things. They were going to use him to
lure Oz into a trap, and no matter how hard he fought, he couldn’t
win against the pull of unconsciousness.
he came to an indeterminable amount of time later, he was tied to a
chair and Harbinger was propped against the wall on the other side of
the room. He thought about switching into crow form at first, but
reaching for that spark of magic made his head spin and stomach lurch
with nausea. It was at about that moment that his soon to be best
friend entered the room followed by a tray with some not so nice
looking instruments on it.
was to be an interrogation then. Fine. They were welcome to try, but
Qrow knew that he wouldn’t break. He would die first.
didn’t know how much time passed after that, only that at some point
they’d gotten annoyed enough with his smart ass remarks to break his
jaw. He was pretty sure that had happened only a day or so previous,
the bones already settling back into place as his aura recovered bit
by bit, and with its repair he knew the interrogation would start up
torturer hadn’t come back, and he thought he could hear…fighting?
Maybe Grimm had attacked the place, and they were too busy keeping
them at bay to play with him. Or maybe…
barely begun to hope when the door slammed open, the man standing
within it’s frame highlighted in crackling green for the briefest
moment. In the next instant, Oz was there, cutting him loose and
catching him as he slumped forward. He had no strength left to hold
himself up, but he managed to wrap an arm around his friend, holding
as tightly as he could to the fabric of his coat. Turning his head,
he hid his face against the scarf Ozpin always wore, and allowed
himself to breathe.
come,” he mumbled, “not worth yer safety.”