Even

Summary: After all these years, she was finally going to get even.

He woke up in a daze, and realized he was tied tightly to something. He had sat there in the cold, dark, until a blinding light hit him. A door opening, the figure of someone he once knew very well…

Courtney?

She slammed the door shut, locking it securely. "It's over, Duncan." She pushed him tighter against the chair, kicking it a bit. Her eyes were wide, as his heart started to beat faster than he could remember. Calm down, calm down, calm down.

He knew that she had been angry but he had never guessed it would come to this. If only he had been more careful…

He tried to speak, but she shushed him. "Listen," She said, sharpening the blade with a rock, as Duncan's eyes widened with each scrape. "I was reading the other day, you know, how I love to do that for enjoyment. Wanna guess what I was reading?" It was dark. He could see her outline as she stepped away, but he swore he could have seen metal glinting off the table. What was she planning on doing? "Huh, Duncan? Care to guess?" He voice had a bit of an edge now.

He stayed still, quiet. His hands were starting to lose circulation. He tried to reach for his pocket knife in his back pocket, but the rope was thick around his hands. Just a little lower… "I was reading this book about Medieval torture devices, right? And there's this thing called the bloody eagle." He stopped. He played back what she had said, realized that she wanted him to remember.

She had told him about this before, yes, when they had first met… he remembered it clearly now. "I remember you telling me about it." At the sound of his voice, he saw her flinch, and she pointed the blade toward his neck. Apparently, she hadn't wanted him to talk.

"Don't you dare speak." She slowly, shakily, took the blade back, folding her hands in her lap. Sitting down on the table full of metal. "Apparently, it's when they would rip open the person's stomach, spread out there ribs, and wrapped all of their intestines around the ribs, one of the most painful being the liver." She took a few pieces of the metal in her hands. Duncan could have sworn that one of them looked like a screw driver, the other like a bike chain, the other like something a dentist would use to scrap your teeth.

He slowly reached for the pocket knife again, but he eyes swiftly met his with rage and anger. She kicked his tied up chair over, making the knife fly across the floor to the edge of the wall. They both looked after it, but then met each other's face again. "You can't pull out a damn pocket knife, or a lighter this time, Duncan." She smiled vengefully at him. "It's my turn." He gulped, swallowing the last bit of hope he had.

She walked back over to her own knife, picking it up swiftly, facing away from him. "That's why they call it the 'Bloody Eagle'. Because it's like you have wings." She spread out her hands, her voice going soft. "Like you can fly away."

She turned to him, smiling, a hint of betrayal in her eyes. "You aren't fucking flying though, are you Duncan?" He voice turned to acid. As she approached him, he felt all hope begin to fade. "They used to say heartbreak was the worst torture your body could go through, but that's a load of bull shit. How about we start with the liver?"

As the knife met his skin, Duncan screamed.

A/N: I'm pretty sure I wrote this for as a drabble for a forum, so I added a bunch to it and realized I like it better longer. :D

So anyways, Duncan is tortured! YAY! Best one-shot ever. But the Bloody Eagle is a real torture device. I watched this whole video on it. It was really fugging gross! I guessed that Duncan deserved some of that.

Thanks for reading this horrific load of craziness!