Updating for a special day. I was looking at my old emails and realized that this is another story that shamelessfangirl talked about finishing. So I'm going to try to finish it for her. The first chapter is from shamelessfangirl. I finish the story in the next chapter.
I don't own GR or this first chapter.
Daggers of pain shot through his chest as he exhaled painfully. He had recently woken up from the blow to the face that had finally knocked him unconscious. Having managed to move into a somewhat upright sitting position, he leaned awkwardly on the wall, assessing the extent of his injuries. The immediate stabbing in his side told him that the couple of broken ribs were the cause of the breathing difficulty. His head swam for a moment causing him to wretch forward, almost blacking out. He coughed up some blood, the too familiar metallic tang clear. He sucked in some air, trying to ignore the pain that engulfed him, and clear his head, but flashbacks momentarily blinded him.
Hands bound and his body angled downwards, he remembered the water being poured over his clothed face. Panic and instinct caused him to pull against the restraints that held tight, breaking the skin around his wrists. The water burned his throat and lungs. God, he was going to drown. He gagged roughly, his body trying to expel the water to no use. He got tipped into the upright position and choked the water out, gulping down air, a right hook met his chest winding him further as a cool voice demanded some information from him. The last thing he remembered was the pain of the fist breaking his jaw before blacking out. His lungs and throat burned from the memory.
What was it they wanted again? Information? His brows furrowed. Well they were never going to get it from him; His previous training had made sure that the mindset of he-would-rather-die-than-tell was chiseled into his very being, and if the information put Rex or Holiday in danger, he would happily take it to his grave. He is their protector after all. He tested out his jaw, which gave a sickening crunch and a flash of white pain behind his eyelids. That didn't sound very healthy he mused. The more recent cuts stung as they reopened. He ground his teeth in annoyance as his hands bound and tied to the wall behind him could do nothing to stem the flow and stop this headache that wracked his brain.
He smirked inwardly. Holiday was going to have a field day with him - well, that's if he got out alive.
He frowned again. Losing blood, beat up and bound with no means of escape? - He had been in some bad situations, but this was slowly making its way up to the top spot.
The soft click of heels walking down the corridor caught Six's attention as they got closer. He straightened up and put on his stoic mask to hide the pain, like he would give these bastards the satisfaction.
The creak of the door cut through the silence as Six attentively listened to where the person was moving.
Icy fear ran down his spine as he realized who the person was. This was not going to end up well.
"As fun as it was water boarding you, it didn't get the results I wanted," Black Knight's smooth voice spoke, "So I've decided to speed the process up."
Six was more than ready to tell her where to shove it, but because of the current state that his jaw was in, just went with a low menacing growl instead.
Her nails tapped in a melodic-like fashion on the collar that she was holding, a smile on her lips.
"Let's test just how strong your will power actually is…"