AU- Unfortunately or fortunately however you look at it I do not own the Twilight series or some of its more annoying characters(*cough-Edward-cough*) trust me if I did there would have been some major changes :D-This is a trigger warning story and Female x Female if that makes you uncomfortable then boo hoo there's the door(kicks open imaginary door) I don't have time for homophobic ppl..anyway my lovelies who have stayed this is my first ever Fan Fiction so go easy on me and I have no Beta currently if people like this story later on ppl can ms me if they're interested in the position. OK then Bella is still the same door mat in the beginning but she becomes a total BA...ik nothing about the army and I am researching as I go so bear with me...this is a flashback kinda story leading to this point in the prologue...on to the story...
Date: July ?, 2007
Location: Prison Camp, somewhere in Afghanistan
'She washot' was the first conscious thought she had had in god knows how long. She could hear the drips of sweat run from her back to drip drip on the floor. 'Sounds like rain' was her next half delirious thought and oh god how she missed the rain and water in general really. In fact at this point in time if asked she would never say she hated the rain ever again...oh no that position was reserved for the merciless sun now. The red hot orb of evil that was currently beating down on her sunburned arms cruelly with no reprieve. Now as her senses slowly came back she could fully register the burning, tugging pull of her arms, the smell of cooked flesh and the terrible gut-wrenching wails of a creature in terrible pain. She feebly attempted to raise her head. Taking in the scenery she saw nothing but '..sand...I hate sand' for miles around. Glancing up she found the source of the terrible pain in her arms. She was tied by the wrists to some sort of structure and apparently left out in the scorching Afghani dessert to hang like a common animal. This also explained her dehydration and inability to turn her head to look behind her 'wonderful...fantastic It's not like I'm part Owl either...My back is left completely open to atta-' her thought process was cut off as a loud whooshing sound rung in the air and her back erupted in agony, fire lacing and weaving its majestic web. She cried out in shock and pain then bit her lip and screwed her eyes shut determined not to give her captors the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Whoosh..Whoosh...Whoosh...Whoosh..her torture lasted 40 lashes before her captor let up though at that point her back was screaming in agony as she fought hard not to lose consciousness. Through her half-lidded eyes she could see a large shadow fall over limp form temporarily giving a small respite from the burning sun. Struggling to open her eyes she finally glimpsed into the face of her torturer.
"You...!"