"Well, Private Dex. It seems as though you are stuck in a little trouble, perhaps?" A tall, dark man paced around the chair that Grif was strapped into. A peice of ductape was around his head and covering his mouth. The private was twitching and turning, trying to get his hands undone from the binds. His hair was soaked with blood and sweat, and dried blood was evident on the young man's face.
"Why are you twisting, Dexter? You and I both know that you cannot escape that. You and I are going to have a little...experience, with eachother." The man pulled a chair from the side of the room and sat on Grif's side. Pulling a side table with medical tools next to him, he grabbed the head hold that was above Grif onto him, tying Grif's forehead down, tha back of his head pressed against the head rest. The man pulled a pair of glasses on, and picked up a tiny pair of sizzors.
"Might as well get these old stitches open. You wont have any imperfections when Im done, Dexter." With that, the man began to dig into Grif's skin.
In a cell block only two buildings away, the remaing Reds and the Blues sat in their own idvividual cells, all looking beat down and bruised. Donut's quiet sniffiling could be heard by everyone, despite his attempt to hide it. Sarge was pacing back and forth, while Simmons was silently thinking. A green armored soilder was walking around the cell block, looking in each cell to check.
Washington was the only one they were concerened about escaping, and the soilder had a seperate gaurd for his cell. Tucker was kicking his feet back and forth, while Caboose, in the cell over, was coloring on the wall with crayons he allways had with him. Simmons, on his other side, suddenly got an idea.
"Caboose? I need you do something for me. Its important." The cyborg whispered. They had all their armor taken, so all his robotic parts were open. Thankfully, Simmons had installed his own gun into his robotic arm.
"Yeah, Simmons?" Caboose whispered back. Somehow, the young man understood that he needed to whisper.
"I need you to help those soilders." Simmons told him, looking for the soilder to walk around again.
"Ok." Caboose decided that the soilders need to have fun, so he decided to be nice and share his crayons. Throwing the box at the soilder, it bounced off of him, and hitting the alarm.
A loud rining ran through the room, and one seperate guns came out of the ceiling, shooting rapidly at the soilders untill they were dead. Simmons grinned, and unlocked his cell with his robotic arm.
Steping out of the cell, he picked the lock card from the green soilder, and unlocked all the cells. "It was a break-out alarm. It must have been set up to shoot everything in the room till' everyone was dead." Simmons looked around, only counting 6, including himself.
"Where's Grif?" He asked, having not noticed before they were captured that the hawian was taken elsewhere. The others looked around, untill Wash realized something.
"The soilder gaurding my cell was whispering into his radio to someone about a brunette man that only had half of his real body parts, and had a lot of of someone else's body parts. Is that Grif?' He asked, looking at the Red's for comfirmation.
"Yes, it Grif. Surgery? What could they possibly do to Grif?" Donut asked, confusion mixed with worry in his voice. Tucker kneeled down to look at the green soilder's folder.
"It says that Grif is a person of intest here. They need something from him." He read, a look of worry on his face.
"What could they possibly need?" Simmons asked.
Grif could barely keep his eyes open as people talked above him. Murrmers of "Lets try it out" seemed very far away to Grif's ears. His hands loosly griping the arms of the chair, he tried again in vain to loosen the ties holding him. The man, who Grif had heard being called James, looked down and grinned. "I think our Grif here wants us to continue, don't you, Grif?" James pulled on the roots of his hair, making Grif wince in pain.
"Sir, the implant is ready." One assistant said, looking up from the tiny device. James grinned even wider, and started to stroke Grif hair. "Ok, that means you all can leave. I want to do this myself. By myself." The assistants looked like they were going to argue, but left the room without a word.
James took the device and turned to Grif. "Well, you lucked out, Grif. The painfull part is over." James told him, leaving down to attach the small device to the wires attached to his head, through his skull and on his brain. Grif watched silently as James pressed the tiny button on the device, and started to cry when it finaly dawned on him when he realized who this man was. "Now. Its time for the really painfull part." James whispered. As he spoke, a hot, searing pain filled Grif, as though if pins and needles were digging into him. As he screamed as much as he could, with the duct tape still over his mouth, memmories filled his brain. Him and Simmons laughing over simple arguements. His sister and him secretly talking in the caves of blood gulth before he left he there.
Memmories of one man.
The same man standing in front of him.
His dad.
Really short chapter, but they will get longer as the story progresses. 3