Thanks for the reponse and all the reviews, I really apprieciate it. I had a bit of trouble to top that chapter so I decided to redo the plotline. This is in the Tintin cannon and Tintin's about 19/20 in this story. The story will get more painful as it goes on so If thats whats anyone's looking for please bear with me, I'm in between University assignments at the moment. And for the guest reviewer that asked if that scene was inspired by Bible Tv Series, the answer is yes. I'm not religious but I really enjoyed the show so thanks for spotting that. Apologies if I have repeated myself in the ideal music cause I tend to use the same tracks to inspire me when I write, and it tends to make me write better

Chapter Premise: Tintin is reunited with a old friend and their is a new problem developing.

Ideal Music: I Am - Lisa Gerrard

Devotion - Lisa Gerrard

Tintin was thrown back into the same cell he had occupied barely minuets ago. After the ordeal he couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into tears. Gingerly he moved his hand up onto his back, grimacing as his hand hit the abused and slashed skin. Puling himself up from his stomach he used the wall as a leaning agent to balance his body as he moved into a more comfortable position. After finding a comfortable position he let himself slide down the wall and leaned his head against the wall wishing that he could drift away into a world different than the one he currently resided in.

Barely miunets after he had started to settle, a loud commotion entered and the guards re-entered dragging another man in between them. Without taking any notice of Tintin they re-opened the door and quickly pushed the elder man in but one of the guards took exception to the fact that Tintin was being so quiet. Kneeling down he put his face right up to Tintin's and smiled widely.

"awwh, whats wrong? Was that to strong for you!" he mockingly laughed in a sing song voice. He tried to ignore it when suddenly he was thrown sharply onto his stomach and kicked straight up into his abdomen making him grunt in pain. The two guards chorused in laughter and it was followed by a second muscle wrenching kick straight into his chest. One of them leant down and grabbed Tintin's hair in a vice like grip, pulling him up onto his knees. A swift punch to his face follwed, causing him to wobble on his knees. The second guard pressed his whole hand against the lacerated skin on Tintin's back and despite gritting his teeth to stop himself from screaming a reconisable wimber found its way.

"Leave him alone!" The older prisoner suddenly cried out, trying to push himself in between the guards. The man however was pushed back onto the floor. One of the guards swung his fist back and then hit Tintin with full force causing him to fall onto his back, taking every last bit of strenght out him. The guards then left, relutantly at that, knowing that they could have inflicted more damage than they did.

The older prisoner approached him and Tintin flinched trying to get away from him, unaware of his identity.

"Oh my gosh Tintin?!"

Hearing the familiarity of the voice Tintin couldn't help but turn around, meeting the face of someone he never thought he wouldn't see in a place like this.

"Emir Ben Kalish Ezab?" He exclaimed.

"My god, Tintin, what have they done to you?" He asked, grasping his hand and pulling him into a sitting position.

"How did you get here?" Tintin asked, whezzing as his chest adjusted to the pain.

"I was caught by Bab El Ehr's men after I got my children out of the capital with my wife. All I want is for them to be safe. But what are you doing here? I... I never knew you were in Wadesah"

"I was visiting a friend in the city, I was just about to leave the city when ..when it happened"

He grimaced in pain as he tried to move but the Emir leant a hand, helping him manoever himself into a more comfortable position. The emir gripped his hand as Tintin cried out loudly in pain. Eventually they were lying against the wall and Tintin was the one to break the ice.

"Whats going to happen to us?" Tintin asked, knowing fully well the answer he could possibly recieve in return.

"I.. I erm, I don't know. They could keep us imprisoned, resort to torture or they could even..." The Emir stopped, unsure if Tintin wanted to hear the rest of the sentence.

"Or even what?" Tintin asked, worried about what the Emir was intending to say.

"I Don't think you'll like it"

"Please just tell me" he pleaded.

"Tintin, trust me you don't want to know and to be honest I'm pretty sure they won't resort to it anyway. Please tell me Captain Haddock knows you're in Wasdesah"

Tintin stayed silent, not knowing how to answer that statement because the answer would tear him apart.

"Tintin?"

"No, He doesn't"

"Tintin!" The Emir exclaimed, mad that he hadn't told someone where he was, knowing that, that act alone could diminish the chances of him being rescued.

"The Captain was away when I left, I saw an oppotunity to do some traveling on my own, I never thought to.. to.., I'm an idiot"

"It's not your fault, You've never done anything could deserve this kind of treatment"

"It was bound to catch up with me eventually" Tintin stated, knowing, just knowing that this was going to end in the worst way imaginable.

Finally, another chapter done. Sorry for the wait for the people who are enjoying this and like I said if you want to see more misery, your going to need to hang on for a little bit longer. If you like please review!