Leonardo fights the drug as hard as he can, but his fingertips are already going numb by the time he manages to brush the dart aside. Although he tries struggling on the way to the cage, the slow, listless gestures fail to warrant retaliation. In chains once again, he blinks resentfully at the guard; a valiant effort to push himself off the ground results in nothing more than the weak re-positioning of one arm.
But at the sounds of a struggle - unmistakably his brother in action - and the cries of shoot him, adrenalin joins the cause and Leo raises his head a couple unsteady inches, eyes bleary yet wide from alarm. As the situation evolves, out of sight and out of Leonardo's control, time moves as sluggishly as his leaden heartbeat; he waits in dread for the sound of gunshot, but it doesn't come. When the image of Raphael's cage finally reappears, it wavers in and out of focus; Leo's chin threatens to hit the floor but he clings doggedly to awareness as his brother comes into view, battered but intact. The humans hadn't shot him, although it had been a close thing, and they weren't gentle about the rest of it.
Leo would demand to know just what the heck happened out there, but even if such questions could be answered, he's long past forming words. He manages to keep his head tilted up, semi-conscious for long interminable minutes as the door closes and the truck moves once more, but the badly-ventilated darkness and the low noise of the road and the steady, inevitable pull of the tranquilizer drag him farther and farther down. His eyes roll closed and his jaw hits the ground, breath slowing as if the air has become too heavy to shift. Still Leo strives to remain awake and thinking, even if he can't move.
He wonders how far out they're being taken, and it worries him. At this pace, they might be out-of-state soon, if they weren't already. The further afield they go, the harder it will be for anyone to track them. And now, their advantages of hidden weaponry and surprise are nullified...
It's increasingly more difficult to think at all - and to breathe, Leo realizes, feeling the air slowly leak from his throat and the long, long pause before he pulls another shallow breath. His heartbeat thuds loud and slow, and he tries to open his mouth to gasp for more air, but he can't move that far. All he can do is listen to his heart slow as reality dissolves in a slow burn, blood growing stagnant and metabolism shifting into low gear.
He's very dimly aware of the light when the truck doors re-open, but barely feels it when he's prodded. Words filter through, but their meaning is elusive.
"Damn. Hope we didn't over-do it... I dunno if she - uh, he's gonna make it." "As long as it's alive when we hand 'em over, we get paid and the rest is their problem. Now come ON, I wanna unload these things before one of these creepy things starts talking again."
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But at the sounds of a struggle - unmistakably his brother in action - and the cries of shoot him, adrenalin joins the cause and Leo raises his head a couple unsteady inches, eyes bleary yet wide from alarm. As the situation evolves, out of sight and out of Leonardo's control, time moves as sluggishly as his leaden heartbeat; he waits in dread for the sound of gunshot, but it doesn't come. When the image of Raphael's cage finally reappears, it wavers in and out of focus; Leo's chin threatens to hit the floor but he clings doggedly to awareness as his brother comes into view, battered but intact. The humans hadn't shot him, although it had been a close thing, and they weren't gentle about the rest of it.
Leo would demand to know just what the heck happened out there, but even if such questions could be answered, he's long past forming words. He manages to keep his head tilted up, semi-conscious for long interminable minutes as the door closes and the truck moves once more, but the badly-ventilated darkness and the low noise of the road and the steady, inevitable pull of the tranquilizer drag him farther and farther down. His eyes roll closed and his jaw hits the ground, breath slowing as if the air has become too heavy to shift. Still Leo strives to remain awake and thinking, even if he can't move.
He wonders how far out they're being taken, and it worries him. At this pace, they might be out-of-state soon, if they weren't already. The further afield they go, the harder it will be for anyone to track them. And now, their advantages of hidden weaponry and surprise are nullified...
It's increasingly more difficult to think at all - and to breathe, Leo realizes, feeling the air slowly leak from his throat and the long, long pause before he pulls another shallow breath. His heartbeat thuds loud and slow, and he tries to open his mouth to gasp for more air, but he can't move that far. All he can do is listen to his heart slow as reality dissolves in a slow burn, blood growing stagnant and metabolism shifting into low gear.
He's very dimly aware of the light when the truck doors re-open, but barely feels it when he's prodded. Words filter through, but their meaning is elusive.
"Damn. Hope we didn't over-do it... I dunno if she - uh, he's gonna make it."
"As long as it's alive when we hand 'em over, we get paid and the rest is their problem. Now come ON, I wanna unload these things before one of these creepy things starts talking again."