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Title: Back, Chapter 1/2
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dieastra
Beta: Thank you Beth for the quick beta!
Rating: T
Characters: Malcolm Merlyn, Ra's al Ghul
Word Count: 1.635
Notes: Spoilers for episode 3x15 "Nanda Parbat" which airs this week! I saw promotion pictures which inspired me to this story. If you've seen them too you'll know why. I linked the pictures in the text.
Summary: Malcolm is back in Nanda Parbat.
Back
Picture: Malcolm kneeling before Ra's al Ghul
He was back. Back in the place that once had meant so much to him. Forced to kneel before the man who had changed his life forever. And who now would take that life from him. Of that Malcolm had no doubt. It was only a matter of time. But he wouldn’t be dying quickly, he would have to suffer. Until the time came that he welcomed death with open arms.
Malcolm also knew that nothing he could possibly say would make a difference. So he didn’t bother. His pride was all he had left. He refused to talk at all while kneeling before Ra’s al Ghul. He contended himself with throwing hateful glances towards the man while subtly testing his restraints – damn, they were tight, no way to wriggle out of them - and otherwise tried to let whatever Ra’s was saying wash over him. It was not important. They all knew why he was here and what the result would be. But obviously, Ra’s felt the need to make an example of him in front of his men. Malcolm just wished he would get it over and done with it.
It was like in an action movie with the bad guy making his impressive final speech. To be honest, Malcolm had done his fair share of gloating at other opportunities. It came with the territory. Funny how your perspective changed when you were on the receiving end. The hard cold stone floor dug mercilessly into his kneecaps and he still felt weak from whatever they had dosed him with. He was getting too old for this shit.
He’d tried to fight them when they came for him, but there were three of them and he was alone. And he didn’t have his weapons. Still, he’d managed to kill one with the knife he always hid in his boot. But then he had felt the prick of a dart in his neck. His usual effective moves became sluggish and his punches lacked power. Bastards. Should he feel honored that Ra’s had felt the need to send three goons after him, or insulted that it hadn’t been five?
He had been only dimly aware how they had dragged him to the helicopter and how he had ended up here.
Picture: Malcolm being dragged before Ra's al Ghul
Here, that was Nanda Parbat.
Picture: Close-up of Malcolm kneeling
When Ra’s made the mistake of getting down to Malcolm’s level to stare right into his eyes while making the most disturbing comment about Thea, Malcolm spat into his face. That earned him a forceful punch to the jaw and he finally passed out.
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( Read on under the cut: When he came to, his surroundings had changed. )
To be continued in the second and final chapter tomorrow! It's written but the beta has yet to correct it.
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.
Author:
dieastraBeta: Thank you Beth for the quick beta!
Rating: T
Characters: Malcolm Merlyn, Ra's al Ghul
Word Count: 1.635
Notes: Spoilers for episode 3x15 "Nanda Parbat" which airs this week! I saw promotion pictures which inspired me to this story. If you've seen them too you'll know why. I linked the pictures in the text.
Summary: Malcolm is back in Nanda Parbat.
Picture: Malcolm kneeling before Ra's al Ghul
He was back. Back in the place that once had meant so much to him. Forced to kneel before the man who had changed his life forever. And who now would take that life from him. Of that Malcolm had no doubt. It was only a matter of time. But he wouldn’t be dying quickly, he would have to suffer. Until the time came that he welcomed death with open arms.
Malcolm also knew that nothing he could possibly say would make a difference. So he didn’t bother. His pride was all he had left. He refused to talk at all while kneeling before Ra’s al Ghul. He contended himself with throwing hateful glances towards the man while subtly testing his restraints – damn, they were tight, no way to wriggle out of them - and otherwise tried to let whatever Ra’s was saying wash over him. It was not important. They all knew why he was here and what the result would be. But obviously, Ra’s felt the need to make an example of him in front of his men. Malcolm just wished he would get it over and done with it.
It was like in an action movie with the bad guy making his impressive final speech. To be honest, Malcolm had done his fair share of gloating at other opportunities. It came with the territory. Funny how your perspective changed when you were on the receiving end. The hard cold stone floor dug mercilessly into his kneecaps and he still felt weak from whatever they had dosed him with. He was getting too old for this shit.
He’d tried to fight them when they came for him, but there were three of them and he was alone. And he didn’t have his weapons. Still, he’d managed to kill one with the knife he always hid in his boot. But then he had felt the prick of a dart in his neck. His usual effective moves became sluggish and his punches lacked power. Bastards. Should he feel honored that Ra’s had felt the need to send three goons after him, or insulted that it hadn’t been five?
He had been only dimly aware how they had dragged him to the helicopter and how he had ended up here.
Picture: Malcolm being dragged before Ra's al Ghul
Here, that was Nanda Parbat.
Picture: Close-up of Malcolm kneeling
When Ra’s made the mistake of getting down to Malcolm’s level to stare right into his eyes while making the most disturbing comment about Thea, Malcolm spat into his face. That earned him a forceful punch to the jaw and he finally passed out.
( Read on under the cut: When he came to, his surroundings had changed. )
To be continued in the second and final chapter tomorrow! It's written but the beta has yet to correct it.
.
.