Prisoner 26
Rating: M
Warnings: some sware words
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Key:
Talking – Other characters speaking
Talking– Sakura speaking/thinking
Talking – Inner Sakura
Every day they would enter her cell, letting in bright light from the open door – the light that she was denied as a method to kill her determination. They would walk around the chair she was strapped in, inspecting her festering wounds before beginning their daily routine.
First they would ask if she was ready to talk, to cooperate and tell them everything they wanted to know. Every day they enticed her – regular meals, the stopping of the torture, being allowed outside – and every day she would remain defiant.
Tell us where the Hokage keep their most secret scrolls.
What are the identities of the ANBU Black Ops?
Who has been creating the battle plans?
Where are Konoha's spies located?
She refused to answer, and they would begin their threats of torture. They would tighten the chakra suppressors around her wrists, ankles and neck – cutting off blood flow as well as chakra.
What do they take me for? I will never betray Konoha!
It struck them as odd that after three months she had not broken. They inflicted every painful torture – physical and mental – that they could think of. They had used her as a punching bag, to test new genjutsu techniques, inventions that suppress chakra, and had tried to use her body to sate their pleasures. Something prevented the final thing from coming to pass; she put it towards smelling like shit and the festered wounds. No one wanted to have sex with someone who smelt and looked like they'd catch every disease in the world.
She had lost track of time in all its forms. Days had merged into weeks and months and for all she knew, years could have passed. Time was hard to judge when one was locked away in the darkness with no clock or calendar. At least she wasn't lonely – her inner personality was still as lively as ever, creating a secret friend who would make her smile and laugh during a time that was meant to grind her into submission.
Talk you miserable piece of shit!
Face it, no one knows she's here. No one will come for you kunoichi.
It's all a lie… they're just saying that to psyche you out! We'll just sit tight here until Naruto or someone can raid the base… or wherever we are and come rescue us!
Right…
Ugh, let's go. Leave her here to rot, by the looks of those wounds we won't have long to wait. By the time anyone finds her she'll just be bare bones!
Well… he has a point there. With the wounds we have it's only a matter of time unless someone can give us some antibiotics, I suspect within a few days it'd be too late to save your right leg.
Aren't you supposed to be cheering me up? I already know what situation we're in without your extra commentary – I am the second-best medic in Konoha after Tsunade-shishou.
The door slammed shut and darkness rained once again. Sighing, she attempted to make herself comfortable before attempting to rest. She was drained, her injuries causing her constant tiredness. Her situation was dire, and what her captors spoke was the truth – she'd die of infection in a matter of weeks. In a number of days it'd be too late to save her right leg – she'd need it amputated if she ever got out of the place!
What I would give to hear Naruto's voice again. Or at least see Konoha and my friends. Ino must be beside herself… We were together before that damn ambush. At least Shikamaru was able to get her away before she was taken too. I would have taken all those ninja down if it wasn't for that chakra suppression jutsu. Damn…
It wasn't your fault… sure ninja should be prepared for the unexpected, how were you to know that they had that little number up their sleeve. They obviously had been studying you for a while, how else would they have known that you were quite trusted by Tsunade? Shikamaru and Ino surprised them but with them out of the picture they were free to focus on you.
It was quiet for a long time. Sleep was uneasy, especially with every guard walking past and banging loudly on the door. Angry, but unable to do anything about it, she just sat and continued to try sleeping – the cycle of being rudely awakened and falling back into an exhausted sleep continuing.
A far-off boom rattled her in the chair. Exhausted, she ignored it at first until three came in quick succession and frantic sounds of her captives running and yelling over the loud explosions. The next few hours were punctured by her fading in and out of consciousness – she was exhausted and her body just decided to take the opportunity of distracted guards to rest.
Oh my… -Kura… Ok? We… ages… dead!
She's… get her… hurry! We… time.
The voices are so familiar… They know me and its obvious they care about me.
Is she… Hurry! Get… Antibiotics… Medic!
Author's Note: I've been watching programs about WWI and II that have been on recently – some documentaries and some movies. Don't ask what I was thinking when I was writing this it just came out! I might continue this from other points of view… depends on reviews.