Diablo's gaze snapped over- Flare was waking up. That was a good sign, now if only he could get her to stay still. "You're safe, at a friends houseish mansion." He answered calmly.

"mmm kay, wait is houseish even a word?" Flare mused sleeply. Before she tried to sit up only to groan.

(fyi Wild there are drugs known as paralytics which would basically force flare to stay still.)

"No, it's not." Diablo answered, standing and stalking over to Tom. He held out his hand and the shorter blonde man gave him some medicine and water. Diablo crushed the pills and mixed it with the water, handing it to Flare. "Could you please drink this?" He asked, his gaze half pleading.

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(Okie, that's what he used then lol)

Flare sighed "why am i even listening to you?" she mused drinking the water, only to find she couldn't move afterwards. Oh great, i've been drugged AGAIN. Well, at least i can stay awake. she thought rolling her eyes back. It was obvious she was broken in ways most people couldn't even begin to comprehend. and i am supposed to be unbreakable, it's what i was trained for. she thought sighing deeply.

"Because I'm trying to help. Now don't be surprised, the water was slightly misty and you could have noticed, so don't blame me. At least you'll sit still long enough to rest a little, and it only temporarily *paralizes* from the neck down so you can yell at me if you want. I mean, if it helps, yell on." Diablo offered unehlpfully, sitting in a chair not to far away.

"oh you're hopeless" flare muttered in Russian loud enough for Diablo to hear. Not that Flare knew whether or not diablo knew russian

Diablo winced a little, but caught it quickly and gave no other sign he knew what Flare meant. Yes, in the army he picked up a couple simpl Russian words... mostly insults. Hopeless being one of them. Also stupid, idiotic, a moron, and others. He also picked up the one word he used the most in Russian. *Sorry*. "Well sorry about that, I WISH someone cared but no, even you are calling me hopeless. At least I already knew." He mumbled in German. Diablo stood, knowing the drug wouldn't wear off for at very least an hour or two and at most 5 hours. He hunched his shoulders and walked a little ways away, out of sight, leaving Flare alone. Tom hd left to do other things. Diablo stared at a wall and relieved the memories... he had fought Russians, Germans, the Spanish, and French in his wars. He had learned snippets from each, excluding German because Diablo learned the language at a young age.

Flare realized she had hurt Diablo and instantly felt bad. He might think she didn't care about him, but she did. She said he was hopeless but she really meant that he had no clue how to deal with her. Because let's face it she had always been a killer, and as such she had never liked staying still. In fact she had been trained to always be on the move. It was how she survived. So when she had to stay still for long periods of time she got frustrated. She sighed closing her eyes. She didn't want to fall asleep, mainly because she didn't want the nightmares that always haunted her. But after several minutes she drifted off to sleep.A younger version of Flare was standing in a training room, blood stained her hands and clothes. "very good Blood Widow"her trainer told her before tying her hands together. "Now see if you can disarm me without using your hands." Flare nodded before swiftly moving towards him, but she didn't see the knife. She felt something slash across her back and she twisted avoiding what would have been a fatal blow. 30 minutes later her trainer had been disarmed and knocked out. Flare woke up gasping for breath sweat soaking her clothes. She let out a small cry she hoped no one heard, though she doubted she'd get that lucky.

Diablo paced in the hallway for a while, pondering different thought and allowing memories to resurface. He thought about stuff until he heard a cry, which snapped him out of his musings. Diablo darted back into the room, relieved to see Flare wasn't being attacked. "Are you ok?" He asked, rather sure the sedative/paralizing thing had worn off. "What happened?" Diablo soundd concerned, even though he was slightly injured by what she said.

"nightmares, it's why i rarely ever sleep. Oh and i'm sorry about what i said. I didn't mean it. I just meant that you have no clue how to deal with me. Because let's face it I have always been a killer, and as such i never liked staying still. In fact i have been trained to always be on the move. It's how I survive." Flare said being being completly honest. She was still slightly shaken after her dream. " I really just want to be able to get some sleep without the nightmares, but that may never happen." She added shaking her head slightly. Her eyes met Diablo's, but they had no emotion. She was just too broken to let herself show what she felt.