A/N: Hi this is my first fanfiction that I have tried to write properly. I have run a few Rp's before, but nothing this big. This story will get pretty dark later on and I WILL bump it up to a M.

And yes the interrogation techniques used in this Fic are used in real life.

Disclaimer: I don't own Redwall It was written by the late and great Brian Jacques

Prologue-Imprisoned

A young Squirrel stood in the darkness of a large cave. His coarse grey fur was patched and matted, and his body was scarred and covered in bruises and cuts, but he was muscular and well built, even if little thin from starvation.

He was tied up, he was disorientated, and the cold air in the cave bit sharply through his ragged coat of fur. His eyes scanned the darkness for something, anything to get rid of the creeping sensation of fear and dread in the pit of his stomach, but nothing served to sooth his unease.

As his eyes adjusted to the brooding blackness of the cave, he soon noticed that he was alone, and he shifted slightly, his chains clanking as he moved. His scars were recent and badly healed, whoever had patched him up had quite obviously been no expert in the arts of healing. Suddenly he began to think clearly, his accelerated breathing slowed as he fought to bring his fear under control. How long had he been here? How quickly would they kill him? He guessed a slow painful death, after all he would do the same in his enemy's position...once they had the information they wanted that is...

After some time had passed, he noticed the hollow, echoing sounds of footsteps and a creak of a door being opened. Dim light streamed through the open doorway, and a large figure appeared in front of him, however only a shadowy outline was visible.

The figure took a few steps forward, reaching the frightened captive, and whispered lowly.

"Your name...squirrel?" The last part was a sneer, the captive noticed, and he lifted his head in firm rebellion.

"You already know my name." Was a reply in which he hoped was a defiant manner.

The shadow moved forwards suddenly and the squirrel gasped in pain as a heavily clawed paw shot into his stomach. A matter of seconds later and he could see his tormentor clearly. They held a torch in one paw, the other was clenched, and the squirrel fearfully looked up into the smouldering,bloodshot eyes of a large, heavily muscled jackal.

"Now, let's try this again. Your name?"

He shuddered.

"Koph" he managed to say, his voice was choking with fear now as he felt terror rising up in him. This beast was easily two feet taller than him, and much more powerful. He tried to think clearly, tried to drive out the fear that was clouding his mind. He remembered what his best freind Dakkon had told him in a time that now seemed years ago .

'When being interrogated, stare at a spot on the wall and keep your eyes on it. Note everything about that spot, then pick another and keep going. It will take your mind off the situation, Just whatever you do, keep your mind off the pain.'

He did this now...a suddenly the jackal's face loomed into view, a large muzzle pressed against his tattered left ear as his tormentor spoke. "Concentrate on the little spot, yes? IDIOT!" Koph felt the blow that struck his face with no warning, and he fell to the ground in pain, warm blood trickling down from his mouth. The large Jackal stood over him and again whispered softly, almost soothingly.

"Every beast has their breaking point, and I will find yours...I know what you did, and I will make you suffer for it. So you go ahead and concentrate on your little spot, however I can assure you, it shall gain you nothing. Foolish boy, we invented your little rebellion's training program. We know everything about you."

He was dragged up to a standing position before yet another blow to his face came, breaking his nose and once again sending him to the ground in a crumpled heap. He was pulled up into a standing position once more, and his entire body screamed with protest. "Now talk." hissed the jackal.

Koph just stared at the wall and thought to himself 'this isn't working, this guy can make anyone talk. I'll just be a warm up if he gets his hands on Dakkon.'

Another blow came to him this time hitting his throat and almost crushing his lungs. This time the jackal did not pick him up but rather leant over him, and with the torch in his hand he put it against Koph's cheek, the flames seared the flesh and fur leaving a burn mark. Koph let out an agonized cry, and his vision swam with dark spots... According to Dakkon it was standard procedure to endure interrogation for twenty-four hours, then he was supposed to reveal low grade information, and at a slow pace; to only reveal unnecessary details and evade important questions. But Koph knew his enemy would not fall for that, he would push questions in, and expect answers... he just knew it he couldn't hold out for twenty-four hours.

He wasn't like Dakkon, he wasn't even an Assassin, he had no real training; just a few tips, and Dakkon couldn't rescue him. It would be impossible if his guess at where he was, was actually correct... Koph knew he would break before twenty four hours. He might as well lower his suffering before he died...Dakkon would forgive him surely?

He looked into the eyes of the mad Jackal and coughed, blood spattering the stones beneath him. "What is it you wish to know ?"

"Everything every last detail, and from the start to the end." The jackal snarled with barely-contained hate and excitement, and Koph shuddered as he began his tale.

A/N:well that was the first bit. It was originally a lot longer but was to waaay to violent and gave away to much information, so I decided to shorten it a bit. I would like to thank Darktiger09, my beta reader, and to Killy-S who also reviewed.