Hello again, i've got a bit of writers block conerning Shadows so I've decided to take a break and move to something with a little bit more pain and misery to say the least as certain people liked my nightmare stories and I wanted to go back to basics. I need time to set up the story for Shadows and it's getting there it really is. Please review if you like the story and if you aren't into Fanfictions full of pain then don't read past this point but if you liked my nightmare fanfictions then keep reading. This is set after Tintin And The Picaros but does not feature Myles though, I've instead added some extra OC's I've also inculded Abdulllah but he is older and more mature than before. Any mistakes are my fault alone but if anyone sees any that is spelt very badly please say so.

Title: Below Eastern Skies

Catergory: Adventures Of Tintin

Characthers: Tintin, Captain Haddock, Emir Ben Kalish Ezab, Bab El Ehr, Abdullah, Olivera De Figurea

Genre: Hurt, Angst, Drama

Rating: T

Themes: Torture, Friendship

Ideal Music: Elegy - Lisa Gerrard

Hope - Hans Zimmer

The War Is Over - Sarah Brightman

Summary: Tintin is captured whilst in Wadesah when Bab El Ehr retakes the Capital. What will become of him and will anyone be able to get him out.

He couldn't help it. It was well founded that he would be in the wrong place at the wrong time and this was definately the wrong time.

He was dragged harshly across the wooden floor and thrown straight into the first avaible empty cell. Upon being thrown in, he threw himself up against the door but was only met by the uncomfortable stares from the guards, who were laughing as they walked away.

Tintin slipped his hands though the bars, pressing his forehead against the cold silver bars wondering just how he was going to get himself out of this bizzare situation. Pushing himself off the bars he made his way over to the adjoining wall and let himself fall to the floor.

It was just luck that he happened to be in Wadesah when the rebels managed to take the capital and actually shifted power from Emir Ben Kalish Ezab to Bab El Ehr and as usual he had to be there. He didn't go looking for trouble this time, he gone to visit Olivera however he'd been getting ready to go to the airport the coup de etate had suddenly out of the blue come into being.

Now he was trappped and alone miles away from home and had no idea what was going to come next.

"Out of everyone they captured it had be you" A voice stated from the depths of the dark room. Tintin turned to consult the voice but got nothing but darkness in return. Slowly a figure moved forward and a face formed as the sunlight hit his skin.

"Bab El Ehr" he stated through gritted theeth.

"Why is always you?"

"I'm begining to wonder the same thing myself" Tintin replied scarcastically trying his best not to smile in the process. This comment only proceeded to anger him.

"Watch your lip, It'll be your undoing" He growled back. "I wouldn't get your hopes up on your 'friends' getting you out of this"

"I wouldn't put it past them so good luck with that" Tintin said bravely.

"You'll never learn. By the time i'm finished, you won't be worth rescuing"

Clicking his fingers two men appeared from the coridoor. One began to unlock the steel lock causing Tintin to step back. The second the door opened the guard gave Tintin a hard punch straight in the face causing to fall straight onto the hard stone floor. Tintin was only wearing a short sleved white shirt with black trousers. Both guards grabbed him, pulling him onto his feet and pratically dragged him out of his cell.

"Get him into the square and teach him some manners"

"Usual amount?" The guard asked.

"No, make it forty"

The guards dragged him away pulling him through various coridoors and then suddenly he was in the square and the light blinded him for a good few seconds. He was pulled forward and before he knew it his hands were been bound with thick rope, tightly at that and then the end of that rope was tied to a wooden pole that was stuck firmly in the ground and its hieght reached up to Tintin's chest.

Looking round he realised he was in the public square and people were starting to gather in large numbers leaving him apprehensive as to what was going to happen next. He was pushed down into a squatting position and from that angle he was at he caught a flash of a long whip in the other guards hand. He began to involentarily shake as he thought more and more about how this was going to end. He quickly scanned the crowd, seeing nothing but the angry faces of those who wanted to see him suffer. He looked round at his right just in time to see Olivera pushing through the crowd untill he reached the barrier that prevented him from walking the last few metres to his friend. At that moment Olivera felt like collasping onto his knees and as thier eyes meet he could see the fear radiating in his eyes. His eye's were begging for help but Tintin knew he couldn't risk it.

One of the guards produced a long sharp knife causing Tintin to shake even harder. He approached the long jornalist and cut up the sleves and then moved onto the back of his shirt, slicing it up untill the shirt fell helplessly to the ground. His toned chest heaved as the other guard pulled his whip out from his belt and began to flex his arm muscles readying himself for the injury he was about to inflict on the man in front of him. Tintin rested his head against the wood hoping this would be over quickly. Watching it flick back he braced himself for the pain that was about to come.

The guard flung his whip straight against Tintin's back ripping the first layer of skin, causing Tintin to cry out in pain and grasp the wooden pole. He gritted his theeth and attempted to pull himself back up but was met by a furtherlash in exactly the same place making him gasp loudly in pain. Olivera closed his eyes not wanting to witness the pain that was being inflicted upon his best friend. As the third lash came across his back he couldn't hold it in anymore, letting out a loud scream.

Olivera's eyes started to water as he thought about the many ways in which this could end. Eventually the whip strikes came in faster and faster making him shout out harder causing his eyes to water with every strike and by the time the final strike was about to come he was grasping the pole with his fingertips, barely able to hold onto anything and thats when it came. The final strike, and when it came Tintin had no choice but to let go leaving him hanging by only the rope but he was thankful that it was finally over. As one of his hands was released his eyes locked with Olivera's for the second time and noticed that tears where running down Olivera's face. He was desperate to help him but he knew Tintin would say no, he knew him all too well and just knew he would refuse.

As the guards pulled him to his feet and dragged him back to the door Olivera got an unfortunate glance at the whip wounds that were ravaged across his back, blood lightly seeping out of some of the deeper cuts. He couldn't bear it, he just couldn't.

It might be a potential first chapter but that will only be if it gets a lot a attention and reviews. I'm at work on the second chapter should that happen. Thanks for reading and if you've enjoyed please feel free to review.