Rocky cursed and reached out towards Sam, "Hey, Sammy boy, I'm gonna look you over. Alright?" Sam nodded and Rocky gently grabbed the younger man's head. He gently ran his fingers through the blond hair until they came into contact with a warm sticky substance. Rocky held in a curse and angled Sam's head so he could get a look. There was a deep cut on the back of Sam's head, the deep red blood a stark contrast to the light colored hair. The bleeding had mostly stopped but the back of Sam's collar was soaked in it. Rocky leaned back, "Kid, looks like you got yourself a nasty knock to the head. Probably what's messin with your eyes. I don't know how bad it is but it could be only temporary." Rocky smirked, "You know, when we get out of here, they are going to have to shave all that pretty blond hair to get a look at that." Sam scowled and threw a small piece of stone at Rocky, hitting the older man square in the chest. Rocky smiled, "At least you can still aim."
Sam tilted his head, "Really? Where did I hit you?"
Rocky smirked, even though Sam couldn't see, "Center mass. Think you can do it again?"
Sam shrugged, "Probably, as long as I know where you are."
Rocky pressed a few stones into Sam's hand, "Well, if we plan on getting out of here, we need to make sure you are in fighting shape. Take a few shots." Sam took a breath and threw the first one and was rewarded by the soft sound of it striking flesh. The second one he threw the same place but it clattered against the wall. Rocky had moved. Sam sat, he slowed his breathing and listened. When he heard Rocky's breathing, he threw the stone.
"Ow." Rocky rubbed at his forehead, "Damn kid, you're good."
It was Sam's turn to smirk, "Well I am a sniper."
Rocky punched Sam's arm, "Yeah, yeah. No need to brag."
Sam was about to retort when the door swung open. Even though he couldn't see, he could feel the presence of the new arrival and could tell he wasn't a small man. Without warning, the man grabbed Sam and dragged him from the room. Sam managed to get on his feet and followed the man's violent tugging. Eventually, after many twists and turns that Sam was hard pressed to memorize, the man threw Sam into a chair. Sam held his breath as he waited to see what happened. Sam heard a door open, a single set of footsteps approach.
"Hello Sam."
Sam knew that voice.
A chair dragged across the ground, the sound harsh and sudden. Then it stopped and Sam could feel someone sitting in front of him. "Long time no see Samuel. Now why is that? Too afraid to face me after you killed my son? After you killed your friend? No matter, I've been keeping tabs on you. I know all about what happened out there in the desert with that black ops team of yours. You know, some of them died... were you responsible for their death's too?" The man took a breath, "Well, lets see how you hold out through torture a second time. This time, there won't be an escape. If you try, we kill your friend. If you back talk, we kill your friend. If you don't sit there and take it like a man, we kill your friend. So in other words, do exactly what I want or your friend dies. Don't worry though, we don't have any plans to kill you yet, I'm sure there are many more people out in the world that would like to see you suffer, maybe we will give them a go before we end it for you."
Sam kept his face straight, "Matt wouldn't want this. Do you think he would ever be ok with this? I was his best friend!"
A sharp slap had Sam recoiling, "You don't get to talk about him like that. You killed him! It's all your fault!"
Sam shook his head, "I was cleared to fire, I didn't know he was down there. He shouldn't have been down there!"
The man growled, "Are you trying to blame my son for his own death?"
Sam shook his head, "No, we had bad intel. Someone sent him in there and we didn't know. It wasn't our fault and it wasn't his. Listen, I'm a cop now, what you are doing, it's a bad idea. Once they figure out I'm missing, you'll have the whole force out for your blood. We protect our own. I couldn't save Matt, but I can stop you from making the biggest mistake of your life. Please, let us go and nothing will happen to you."
When he spoke, the man's voice was soft, "I don't care what you say or what happens to me. You will pay for my son's death." Sam listened as the footsteps retreated towards the door. They paused, "Make it hurt."
The door opened and closed then Sam heard the metallic clang of a knife against the metal chair he was sitting in. Sam tried to brace himself for the pain, but he couldn't see, didn't know when it was coming. The sharp bite of the knife into his arm was unexpected and his hand twitched, making the cut jagged and uneven. Sam bit back a hiss of pain and tried to block it out. If he could get in the right head space, this would be no where near as bad as the last time. It was hard though, the cuts the large man was drawing into his arms were unexpected, he couldn't see and it was messing with his concentration. A deep cut drew a gasp from Sam and the large man chuckled before cutting in again, more harshly than before, searching for a scream of pain. Sam smirked on the inside, this guy was going to have try a lot harder than making lines of cuts on his arms to get a reaction out of him.
x.X. Flashpoint .X.x
A/N- Hope you enjoyed!
To SuzSeb- I'm not sure I like what I'm doing to him either.
