Take no Prisoners

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November 4th-6th, 2025
-An undisclosed location in France-

Failed.

Ani had failed and been captured. She sat in a cell, magical handcuffs locking her wrist on a steel table as she sat alone. It'd been hours. She'd counted the time that passed. While there were no windows she knew that was morning now. What would happen to her? Prison, likely. She'd attempted to assassinate a powerful French ministry member. And, unfortunately, he'd known she was coming. Somewhere her father had screwed up. He'd chosen poorly, sending his daughter in to a mission that would fail no matter who he sent.

They were probably waiting to see if she sweat. Make her nervous so that she would talk when they interrogated her. But they didn't know her. Didn't know who she was. Who had trained her. She'd never speak. Her father had trained her to never break, no matter the torture. Plus, this was the French. They had a reputation for being weak. She knew she could handle whatever they threw at her. 

The door open, and she didn't move. Her gaze locked onto a spot on the wall. She wouldn't acknowledge them. The a pair of French aurors entered. "Who sent you?" The first one asked in French. She didn't react. "What is your name?" The second one added a few silent moments later. Nothing. "Why did you try to kill him? Who paid you?" Still, nothing. Ani didn't even blink. 

One of the men walked around the table and spotted the tattoo on the back of her right shoulder. A decorated and elaborate T. Her father's crest and mark. Her father was an infamous assassin in the magical world. People knew his sign. "This is.... That Armenian assassin's mark. You don't think..?" He looked to his partner, who was now starting to smile. "Well well, look at that. We caught one of the Davtyan girls. Go tell the boss." Ani finally looked at the man, her gaze icy as she met his gaze. She still didn't say anything, and the men left. Even after the door closed you could hear them. Saying to tell the Ministry, and call in an experienced interrogator. No doubt realizing in that moment that they'd never get her to talk.

The silence returned for a few hours. Then the men returned. They tried, unsuccessfully to pry answers from her. But she never spoke. They went at it for hours but still, nothing. 

This repeated for days. But new people came. Questioning her for hours and hours, but never getting a single word out of her. NEver getting a reaction. Finally, they left for the night. Ani knew it  was night as she was still counting the time. 2 days. How long would it be until the ministry gave them approval to use other methods to question her? 

The door opened.  Ani looked this time, and, her eyes widened as one of her sisters entered. Thank god. Her father had sent one of them to rescue her. She didn't say anything, her training telling her to stay silent. Instead of coming to unlock the handcuffs though, her sister reached into her robe and pulled out her wand, pointing it at Ani. 

"Nothing personal," she said and Ani's blood ran cold. No. Her sister wasn't here to save her. She was here to kill her. Ani ducked, the spell slamming into the wall behind the wall inches above her head...