This is my second story, my first one did not go so well, god only one
review in 2 weeks 0.0 kinda hard to believe, ok so on with the story
"You know what you did was wrong"
A big man well-known as Dr. Layon kicked a teenager across the room. The teen looked up; he could not get up, not while these blasted restraints where on him.
"Tito, you know you were not to depart the base grounds, not while the guardian force is on our back!"
Dr. Layon picked the teenager, Tito up by his blue, Tito cringed in pain, and at least 2 of Tito's ribs were broken from that last kick. Layon let go of his hair and Tito hit the ground hard, breathing heavily.
"Forty lashes shall do him good! Guards! Take him out of here and you know what to do!"
Two guards went up to him, wide grins on their face; they knew this would be fun, especially if it was one of the backdrafts best pilots they were thrashing, one of the guards grabbed Tito by the hair, while the other held on to his neck, making it more painful, Layon couldn't help but let out a little chuckle, as the guards and Tito left the room. Tito was looking down at the ground trying to remember what happened and how he got here to the backdraft. One of the guards suddenly pulled his head up by the hair making him look up.
"Well, well, well, Tito, one of the backdrafts greatest pilots getting 40 lashes, hope we don't hit too hard..."
"Shut up Gogie"
The guard holding his neck pushed him
"Don't talk to him like that! You little rat!"
They turned in to a white room; on the wall were metal clamps. Tito was quickly moved from the old cuffs to the cuffs on the wall, and then he heard the guards walk away. All of the sudden a crack of a whip caught his ears. Then some one walked toward him and tore off his shirt
"Have a nice trip..."
The foot steps walked a few steps back. The first lash stung his back like a hundred of African killer bees. Tito felt the blood trickle down his back and go one to the edge of his pants soaking up there, making that part of his pants blacker than the rest. As the second lash was going toward him he went blank and memories started to flow back to him. He and two other friends were playing in the field near his house; it was a sticky hot summer day a sweat ran down their faces.
They played in the field as little green things stuck to their shoe laces. They all fell down at the same time and laughed looking at the sky, but some thing was wrong, very wrong. Two lightning saixs' ran past them and made them tumble a few yards away, and then 4, 5,7,20 zabats flew over them. The next thing he knew he and his friend was being taken off in a lightning saix, leaving a dirty blond headed boy behind... the lash struck him again, sweat came off his back with that hit. He did not notice but he was already on his 38th lashing.
"Common! Yell for once!"
The guard whipped him again; Tito's back was a bloody and sweaty mess. The guard gave him one last thrash and grunted. A guard walked to Tito and whispered in his ear
"You were supposed to yell..."
Tito was unlocked and he looked to the frowning guards because of him not making a sound while they hit him, they turned away and walked out of the room. Tito looked at his wrists they where also a mess, Tito grabbed his now wrinkled shirt and walked out of the room casually like nothing happened, although his back would tell for him. He had his shirt over his shoulder and he looked at his wrists and rubbed them. He saw a few people pass by and they looked at him and his bloody back. Tito went in to an elevator filled with 4 more people. A girl in a pilot suit spoke up
"Did they get ya good Tito?"
"Yea but I did not make a sound"
"Your kidding me, your back looks so messed up... I told you not to sneak out"
"Be quiet Kaki"
The teen closed her mouth. And was silent till the elevator door opened and tito walked out.
"See ya tito"
"see ya Kaki"
"You know what you did was wrong"
A big man well-known as Dr. Layon kicked a teenager across the room. The teen looked up; he could not get up, not while these blasted restraints where on him.
"Tito, you know you were not to depart the base grounds, not while the guardian force is on our back!"
Dr. Layon picked the teenager, Tito up by his blue, Tito cringed in pain, and at least 2 of Tito's ribs were broken from that last kick. Layon let go of his hair and Tito hit the ground hard, breathing heavily.
"Forty lashes shall do him good! Guards! Take him out of here and you know what to do!"
Two guards went up to him, wide grins on their face; they knew this would be fun, especially if it was one of the backdrafts best pilots they were thrashing, one of the guards grabbed Tito by the hair, while the other held on to his neck, making it more painful, Layon couldn't help but let out a little chuckle, as the guards and Tito left the room. Tito was looking down at the ground trying to remember what happened and how he got here to the backdraft. One of the guards suddenly pulled his head up by the hair making him look up.
"Well, well, well, Tito, one of the backdrafts greatest pilots getting 40 lashes, hope we don't hit too hard..."
"Shut up Gogie"
The guard holding his neck pushed him
"Don't talk to him like that! You little rat!"
They turned in to a white room; on the wall were metal clamps. Tito was quickly moved from the old cuffs to the cuffs on the wall, and then he heard the guards walk away. All of the sudden a crack of a whip caught his ears. Then some one walked toward him and tore off his shirt
"Have a nice trip..."
The foot steps walked a few steps back. The first lash stung his back like a hundred of African killer bees. Tito felt the blood trickle down his back and go one to the edge of his pants soaking up there, making that part of his pants blacker than the rest. As the second lash was going toward him he went blank and memories started to flow back to him. He and two other friends were playing in the field near his house; it was a sticky hot summer day a sweat ran down their faces.
They played in the field as little green things stuck to their shoe laces. They all fell down at the same time and laughed looking at the sky, but some thing was wrong, very wrong. Two lightning saixs' ran past them and made them tumble a few yards away, and then 4, 5,7,20 zabats flew over them. The next thing he knew he and his friend was being taken off in a lightning saix, leaving a dirty blond headed boy behind... the lash struck him again, sweat came off his back with that hit. He did not notice but he was already on his 38th lashing.
"Common! Yell for once!"
The guard whipped him again; Tito's back was a bloody and sweaty mess. The guard gave him one last thrash and grunted. A guard walked to Tito and whispered in his ear
"You were supposed to yell..."
Tito was unlocked and he looked to the frowning guards because of him not making a sound while they hit him, they turned away and walked out of the room. Tito looked at his wrists they where also a mess, Tito grabbed his now wrinkled shirt and walked out of the room casually like nothing happened, although his back would tell for him. He had his shirt over his shoulder and he looked at his wrists and rubbed them. He saw a few people pass by and they looked at him and his bloody back. Tito went in to an elevator filled with 4 more people. A girl in a pilot suit spoke up
"Did they get ya good Tito?"
"Yea but I did not make a sound"
"Your kidding me, your back looks so messed up... I told you not to sneak out"
"Be quiet Kaki"
The teen closed her mouth. And was silent till the elevator door opened and tito walked out.
"See ya tito"
"see ya Kaki"