prompt: any Dirk angst about Priest and the first time he captured Dirk? Either set when Dirk was a kid or during later in s2 where he inevitably sees Priest again?
I’m all for kid!dirk angst.
and boy did this turn out to be angst.
Svlad’s throat was sore from screaming.
He didn’t know how long they’d been driving, how long he’d been stuffed in the back of this van, but it felt like forever. He started to feel like the van would never stop.
A voice came through the wall between him and the driver’s seat.
“Seriously, kid, shut up! No one but us can hear you and it’s getting real annoying.” Said one of the guys that had dragged Svlad into the van.
He did not stop screaming. He screamed for his mum, he screamed for help, he screamed for God to help him. But nothing happened. The van kept going in a steady pace, taking Svlad further and further away from everything he knew.
The van had stopped for periods of time, took weird turns, gone up weird ramps and Svlad kept waiting for him to be let out.
Eventually, he wasn’t able to scream anymore. No voice would come out when he tried. His throat hurt and his face was swollen from tears.
What did he do to deserve this? It wasn’t his fault he was different from other people? He never asked for it? He tried to be normal, he did. He’d promised to be good, he promised his mum he would be good. He wasn’t given the chance.
Svlad didn’t know how much time had passed, but by the time the van came to its final stop, his stomach hurt from hunger and he felt incredibly tired, like all energy had been drained from him.
The door to the van opened suddenly and the light hurt Svlad’s eyes.
A man with cold eyes and an evil smile stood before Svlad.
“Welcome home, project Icarus.” He said.
“What?” Svlad croaked.
“This is Blackwing. This is where kids like you belong.” The man said and leaned in to the van to grab Svlad by the arm.
“Where’s my mum?” Svlad asked, trying to lean away from the man’s touch but the man was strong. He forced Svlad out of the van.
“You don’t have to think about her anymore. She sure won’t be thinking about you.” The man replied and started dragging Svlad towards a grey building. He tried to take in his surroundings in case he could get away from the man. Svlad felt like a heavy rock was placed on his heart when he realized he wasn’t in England anymore.
“Wh-what?” Svlad asked.
“Your mother told us to take you here. She didn’t want you around. Why would she? This is your home now.” The man said and punched in a bunch of numbers into a machine and the doors to the building opened with a loud ringing noise.
“She’s not your mother. Not anymore. This is your new life.” The man said and gestured around the facility they had entered. There was a lot of grey walls, long hallways and weird, too artificial smells. The hallway was cold. Men in white coats watched through a window as the man dragged Svlad further down the hall.
“W-why?” Svlad asked, fresh tears forming in his eyes. His arm had started to hurt from the way the man was gripping it.
“Because you’re not normal. You cause trouble for normal people. You belong here, where we can keep an eye on you.” The man replied.
“I won’t cause trouble, I promise, I-“
“Yes, yes you will. You’re dangerous, Svlad. It’s not fair for other people. With you here, normal people are safe.” The man interrupted.
Svlad let out a sob. He’d heard that he was different his whole life, but dangerous? Was he really? Was his mum scared of him? Is that why she let those men take him away? Is that why she didn’t love him anymore?
The man stopped in front of a door with a weird symbol on it. It was a big diamond shape with a smaller circle inside it and a horizontal line across it.
“This is your room.” The man said and pushed Svlad in.
The room was dark and cold. It smelled like chemicals. There was a small bed, a cabinet and a table with a single chair. And nothing else.
“You might wanna sleep. Tomorrow’s a big day.” The man said and turned to leave.
“Why? What’s tomorrow?” Svlad asked in a shaky voice.
The man smiled in a way that made Svald’s stomach turn. “Your first experiment.”
“My what?” Svlad whispered.
“You’re different. We want to figure you out.” The man said then his expression turned more threatening than any Svlad had seen before. “And I do suggest you help us to. You don’t want to know what happens if you don’t cooperate.”
Svlad whimpered. He felt hot tears make their way down his face again. He was afraid of many things; the dark, spiders, monsters under the bed… But he had never been afraid of anything as much as he was of this man.
“Please, just let me go, I promise I’ll be good.” Svlad begged.
“I can’t do that, Svlad. You’re a monster. This way people are safe and you can be useful. We can make you useful. This is the only way.” The man replied. “And stop crying. It’s annoying.” He added.
Svlad tried his best to make the tears stop. He held his breath, trying to control the sobs. He was shaking. This couldn’t be happening.
“Why are you doing this? Who are you?” He whispered.
The man smiled again. “You can call me The Priest.” He said and slammed the door shut behind him, leaving Svlad alone in the cold, dark room.
And during the next decade or so, in that cold, dark room little Svlad would disappear and project Icarus would take his place.
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