Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Flashpoint.
Captive
Darkness was hovering on the edge of his awareness. Threatening to swallow him. Another punch, another question, another threat to kill him if he didn't start talking soon. Empty promises, all of them. Sam would've had smiled if he had the energy. Maybe he did because his kidnappers suddenly got angry (more so than before) and hit him hard enough that the black spots dancing in front of his eyes joined together, creating one big black wall between himself and the world.
Morons. Someone should tell them that beating a prisoner into oblivion wasn't going to earn them any answers. The darkness made good on its threat – promise – and took him in.
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Voices, close to him. But unrecognizable. Like a radio with bad reception. Maybe if he stayed real quiet they wouldn't notice he was awake. No such luck. Ice water was dumped on his head. Shocked Sam drew a deep breath immediately regretting it as his ribs protested violently. Goon #2 apparently found it amusing. Made Sam regret he only broke this guy's nose.
"Okay, officer. You tell us what we want to know and this will all be over." Sam didn't doubt that.
"Go to hell."
Wrong answer. The taser came back.
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He was alone for now. No one around. Maybe only for a few minutes, maybe for the next hours. Time to take stock of his situation. Beaten? Check. Tased? Check. Utterly screwed? Check. Scared? Maybe, but he wasn't going to admit it. If he did he'd be vulnerable and that wasn't going to happen. The door opened. Shit.
The gorillas were back.
On the upside, if they were still bothering with him it meant his team was safe. And for that he smiled at them and told them where they could stick their questions.
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Every breath was painful. His head throbbed in sync with his heartbeat. His whole body felt like one giant lump of hurt. Keep breathing Braddock. That's the trick. Just keep breathing.
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The world had stopped making sense. There were noises and shouts. And shouts and noises. It faded in and out. Like someone was messing around with the volume. And the light too. Really that wasn't nice. The noise got louder – he thought. Or maybe not. Hard to tell.
The door opened again. Maybe they finally got tired of him. Came to finish it once and for all. Not sure if that thought frightened him. He ought to feel scared. Didn't he? Maybe.
Hands were touching him, lifting his head off the floor. That was new.
"Sam? Hey buddy, can you hear me?"
Sarge?
"Come on, open your eyes for me. Can you do that?"
Awareness was fading again. There might have been more voices calling him. He couldn't tell anymore. Darkness was beckoning. But that was okay. His team was here. They had his back.
A/N: So, what do you think? Horrible? Mediocre? Sue me for mental cruelty? Reviews are always appreciated *hint hint* Also I'm not sure whether I should add another chapter (maybe the teams POV or something with the hospital), so let me know if you want one.
On another note English isn't my first language so if you find any mistakes, pointing them out helps me improve.