By Iron Anne Flint
Author's note: this is after Sayid tortured Tariq, and what I think he might've done after doing what he did...
Rated T for violence and torture
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Sayid watched as the water that ran from hands turned from a light pink to a deeper red, and began swirling in the sink before him.
Reality had sunk in as he felt his stomach churn once again at the thought of what he had done just a half–an–hour before. He turned around and fell to his knees beside the toilet bowl. He gagged only for a moment before, once again, vomiting into the toilet. He spat out the rest of the filth from his mouth and took a few deep breaths. Once he gained his composure, he began furiously scrubbing at his hands again.
After getting all the blood rinsed off of his hands, he walked out of the bathroom to the two American guards that awaited him, and led him back to his cell.
After they had locked him up for the night, he laid down on the small cot and tried to shut his mind down to rest. But as weary and tired as he was he couldn't sleep, his mind was racing as he went over the events of that evening.
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Sayids hands trembled slightly as he reached out and grabbed a pair of pliers that would break the knuckles of his former commanding officer.
"Sayid you know you cannot do this. You know you are to weak." Tariq said.
Sayid slowly walked behind him and knelt down, placing the pliers on the mans knuckles, "I am sorry Tariq, but I am not as weak as you think me."
After breaking three of the officers knuckles, and trying to block out his screams of agony, Tariq still said nothing.
So, Sayid had no choice but to take more drastic measures, he reached into the metal box (given to him by Inman), and pulled out a small, very thin piece of metal with a sharp point.
He then went behind Tariq again, pushed the metal underneath his fingernail and pushed up, peeling the fingernails off of his right hand.
Each nail came off, and blood flowed freely down the hand and dripped off onto Sayids, while the screams of Tariq filled the room.
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Sayid sat up and clamped his hands over his ears, trying to block out the sound of the mans' screams that still played over and over again in his mind.
He began crying as he hit his forehead and fists against the wall, "Oh God, please forgive me for what I have done!!!" he cried out, his voice almost indiscernible with sobs, "Please help me forget!"
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"He's dead!!! The pilot is dead! He was executed 2 days ago!!" Tariq shouted with tears of pain mingled with sweat running down his face.
Sayid stopped what he was doing and walked around to face Tariq, "Where was he buried?" Sayid asked
Tariq let out a whimper of pain before answering, "He was buried four kilometers from here in a field!! That's is the truth I swear to you!!!"
Sayid nodded, then placed the tools back in the metal box, and walked out, leaving Tariq crying and whimpering in pain.
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Sayid looked up at the ceiling towards the sky, tears running freely down his face, "Oh God, in your presence, I vow I will never do that again. I will never do that again." then, he laid himself down on the small cot again, and quietly cried himself to sleep.
But little did he know, that in the years to come, he would break and slowly forget the vow he had just promised...