Sage was grabbed by one of the large oafs that looked like men and dragged along when he stumbled forward. "He's too slow," he grumbled, though Sage could barely understand what he was saying. He hurt ...well, all over, really, but his shoulder was the worst. He'd been shot only a two days ago, and the wound was still fresh. Having his arms wretched around and all the fun stuff wasn't helping it to heal, to say the least. Eventually, though, he got over it, and started to fight again. Every one of his captors would soon bear a sign that they'd taken him...he'd make sure if that. A black eye here, a broken toe there. He may not have hands, but stomping on their feet and headbutting and biting were all surprisingly effective. They came to a small building soon, and they shoved Sage in, nodding respectfully to a gentleman, no doubt the person who'd hired them. "So you're the money behind the muscles," he snorted, only to have one of the hired men hit him where he'd been shot, and he collapsed with a pained cry. He didn't bother getting up...he could barely breathe by then.

Soon, Anya managed to make out that they had left her alone in what seemed like the smallest cell they could find. She wasn't tied up, or restricted in any way, but her arm was so damn painful. She shifted a little, going to hold it in her opposite hands, worried that she'd broken or fractured it. Though even the smallest movements made her cry out. She easn't sure if it actually hurt herself that bad, but she was worried in the sense that she might have broken it, and she dad no idea just how long she would be there. Her vision was still blurry, but she could see slightly clearer shapes now. And she had a figure walking towards the door. Was... was that Sage? She didn't know, because they had stopped moving for a long while. She heard a cry, one filled with so much more pain than her own.

Sage continued to lay on the ground, despite the men prodding him with their feet. One kicked him, and all he could do by then was spit on his shoe. That earned him another kick which quite honestly almost made him cry out again. One of the men grabbed him by the arms, causing him to yelp again as they yanked him to his feet. He didn't really fight them until he noticed they were dragging him towards a small, closet like room. No. Ni, no, no. He wasn't going in there. He paled, and started wriggling around like an animal doing all he could to stay out of the small space.

Anya sat so still... she was blinking, she could see, but only because of a small crack in the wall. The rest of her body was so... fragile. She could move, but every little flinch caused her so much pain. she could feel everything. Her arm, her hip, her cheek where she had been punched... it all hurt. She was shaking, and the only sound she could dare make was the squeaks that stifled her tears... She wasn't exactly sure what was happening... or why, or who these people were but all she wanted for it all to stop... something like this was inevitable.

Sage's wriggling only delayed the inevitable. Though, it did cause him some satisfaction when it sounded as though a headbutt broke one man's nose. He allowed himself a small victory there. They opened the door to the closet though, and he planted his feet, unwilling to move any farther. The man sighed and it took three of the big bozos to pick him up and actually move him, get him into the closet. Or cell. Whatever the creepy tiny place was. He landed hard, on his back with yelp as his injured shoulder hit the rough ground. But by the time his vision cleared enough, they'd already closed the door. Crap. Blinding panic shot through him and he growled, and kicked, and wiggles around as best he could. He almost sounded like a wild animal in there. But he could breathe, couldn't speak...his chest was heaving but he still felt he couldn't draw in enough air, and his eyes were wild as he glanced around, seeing his father instead of the actual closet he was in. Gosh, did the flashbacks have to happen? That was the worst part. And he could never seem to stop them. After his brief time of complete chaos, and he'd exhausted himself, he curled up in a small ball in the corner, trembling. He couldn't even touch the walls, since his hands were bound behind his back, as some sort of comfort. Silent tears even coursed down his face .... He hadn't cried in years...not since his mom was killed in front of him. This was crazy, and Anya didn't have to see him like this, he hated feeling so...breakable. but he couldn't control this. And man, he was terrified.

Anya closed her eyes as a bright light filled the doorways, not having the energy to make a run for it. Tears still streamed down her face, though, the only sound she made to go along with them were small squeaks that swiveled their way out and she tried to breathe. She didn't try and see who came in, she just tipped her head back and tried to open her airways up. She felt sick... physically sick. She was in so much pain, and her head was spinning madly. All she could do was listen to his mad few minutes, trying not to let herself get to that point. She just tried to move her injured arm so that she was holding it in front of her, in an attempt to find a more comfortable position for it, she did, and it was a bit more comfortable, but in the process she found herself stifling a painful yelp. Eventually, she looked over to the corner, trying to stop the steady flow of tears that were still running down her cheeks. "S...Sage?" She asked, her voice still wavering along with her breathing. Was that him? God, she hoped not. This was the last thing he needed.

Sage dimly heard her voice, and after a few moments was able to grunt weakly in response. Gosh, he was a mess. He couldn't breathe, no matter how hard he panted, and all he could see was one flashback after another. They made his head spin, his stomach hurt.... everything was hell. And in top of that, his shoulder was bleeding again, from all the rough treatment, so that only added to the pile. He gagged up bile after a minute or two, and if he'd eaten anything he would have thrown it all up. Ugh. He couldn't still his trembling body, or the tears that he seemed he couldn't control. He wasn't physically crying, per say, but the tears flowed none the less. Everything hurt, outside and inside. Why couldn't he have just gone through with it and died one night sooner? Just one night ...none of this would be happening right now. But...if he had died then he wouldn't have gotten last night. No, he wanted that. Maybe it was a good thing he was still alive. Maybe he could help Anya get out of here. But he didn't see how, when he couldn't even stop the flashbacks or calm himself down. He was like a young child ... A two year old, and he hated it. He was supposed to be the strong one, the stubborn ever fighting street kid. And what was he doing? Curling up in a corner panicking because of the small space they were in. It was stupid... pathetic.

Anya felt a tremble run through her. It was Sage. Why the hell had he ended up here... he really didn't need this. She could understand someone going after her... she was enough that they could ask a decent amount of money from her parents to get her back, but Sage...? She didn't have a clue why he was there. Sure he had most likely picked up enemies along the way, but that was a given, considering he lived on the streets. She managed to move her neck a little as she looked him over... blood was seeping through his shirt and he looked so pale... sickly. That's when the memory of Lizzie telling her about what his father had done came to mind. About how he would be locked away in the darkness. No wonder he had himself in such a mess. Anya trusted that she would be found sooner or later, or that they would somehow get out, but Sage didn't have that... didn't have the comfort of knowing someone out there was looking for him. She promised herself that if they did get found, whether it be by her guards or someone else, she would take Sage with her. She wasn't going to leave him to suffer on the streets again... no, he would go back with her, whether he liked it or not. The girl looked over at him with furrowed brows. She needed to calm him down somehow, or else he would just get worse. She tried to shuffle over, avoiding whatever he had coughed up before placing her good hand over his, trying to soothe him somehow. She was too breathless to say anything more... so she just tried to do something. Though, she knew this wasn't the kind of situation that a simple touch would fix, and most certainly not her touch, given her hand was still shaking violently.

Sage jumped at her touch, jerking away at first, thinking she was something else. More specifically, someone else. But the touch was gentle, not harsh, and he figured out it was only Anya, trying to help. Calm him down, maybe. He curled his fingers around hers as best he could, though the ropes were tight around his wrists, so it was hard to clench his hand. He closed his eyes, trying to stop freaking out, stop the flashbacks, but it didn't help. His jerky, rasping breaths were causing his head to swirl...it wasn't just in his head, panicking like this for so long did hamper the amount of oxygen he was getting. He might pass out...he definitely felt like he was going to pass out. But he always felt like that, and only passed out every now and then. But now was probably the worst...he could die in here. He couldn't get out...he couldn't even get his wits about him to untie his hands, which he'd normally have done by now. Anya would get out, he knew that, and it was a comfort. She'd last longer than he would....he'd be in a constant state of pure panic, and as little as he normally ate or drank, he wouldn't last very long in a cell where they gave them nothing. His whole body was tense, trembling like a leaf...ugh, why couldn't he get a hold of himself?

Anya tried not to jump when he jerked away, finding herself a little on edge. She found herself lucky that she hadn't been tied up too... that she could still move around. She would have to find a way to untie him... she thought about pulling out her little pocket knife, but when she reached for it, it just wasn't there. The men must have taken it from her... god, this was going to be tricky. She needed him calm so that they could talk things over, and figure out what they were going to do... she was scared to sort things out alone. She wasn't as quick to think as Sage was... and there was no way she could find a way to slip out, not while they were both in a flurry. Anya was slowly starting to control her breathing, trying to clear her head, but the dizziness was just getting worse. Her arm was still aching, though, in this position it was much more comfortable. She took another deep breath before quietly pushing out a breath. "We're going to get out of here, Sage." She promised quietly, not expecting a reply. He just needed to focus on keeping himself awake... controlling his breathing and emotions. Though, that was far easier said than done.