Author: Muttzrock

Title: Locked Away

Chapter Title: Hell

Disclaimer: OWN NOTHING!! NOT ONE DROP!

Pairings: eventually Oliver/Marcus

Warnings: Language, violence, sexual incidents explicit versions will be posted on my site.

Summary 1: Oliver gets punished for a crime he didn't commit and gets sent off to an army based Juvenile detention program. And the squad leader 2nd Lieutenant Flint doesn't go easy on him.

Summary 2: Oliver unfortunate first day.

Notes: I know it's a miracle I finally updated after so long! Looking for BETA please

Oliver had not slept a wink that night, he was too terrified to close his eyes, everyone here had landed themselves here in this camp because they did something wrong, he on the other hand didn't all these men are going to make mincemeat out of him and what happens if they found out he was gay? The scot shivered in fear and buried his face in his pillow. He nearly jumped out of skin when he heard the door flew open and his 2nd Lieutenant walked in dropping a big bag on the floor. He switched on the light causing hurt to everyone's eyes "Get out of bed! New recruits stay here, rest of you get dressed and outside!" Flint barked out the orders, making the older recruit members jump up and get read but made the new comers a bit disoriented.

As soon as it was just Marcus and the new recruits he got a chair and put it in front of him "Right, time for haircuts" he said plugging the trimmer

"No way am I letting you cut my hair!" Dazza growled at him

Flint rose an eyebrow "I wouldn't be shaving your hair now will I? You don't have any, or haven't you already noticed! Anymore back talk from you and you will have no breakfast!"

"You wouldn't" the chav frowned

"I think I would, and I just have, you're not eating till lunch" he told him and switched on the trimmer "While I'm doing this you can tell me why you've landed yourselves in here. Wood, sit in the chair!"

Oliver swallowed and kept his head down as he said on the chair, he nearly cried out when he heard the trimmer buzz loudly next to his ear. He squeezed his eyes tight as he felt the cold sweat on the back of his neck "I was framed" he said hoping those words would magically send him back home.

Flint snorted "Nice try, you miss breakfast too, I don't take kindly to lies" he began trimming the hair in front of him.

The scot kept his head perfectly still, he licked his dry lips "I brought drugs into my school, cocaine" he clarified.

The 2nd Lieutenant just nodded, something didn't seem right, this lad really didn't look the type to be dealing drugs but then looks can be deceiving. It wasn't long till he finished his duty "Well move" he snapped at Wood when he didn't get off the chair straight away then watched him cower away. His attention turned onto the mosher "Take out all your piercings!"

The mosher nodded without question, scared that if he protested he'd have to go without breakfast as well, when he done he put all his metal rings into Flint's open hand and sat on the chair. Oliver watched as the haircuts were being done, he felt his had and missed his hair but there's no way he'll express his sentiments with anyone else in the room.

"Right!" Marcus pushed the last boy off the chair; he grabbed the bag and poured out the contents, which consist of army clothes. "Stand up private!" he said sharply looking at Oliver, who stood up quickly "Try this on" the scot puts on the jacket that was too small for him, Marcus forcefully pulled the jacket off the other boy's back and threw it at Dazza "That's yours!" He got out another jacket and repeated the ritual till everyone had a jacket, then trousers, boots and berets.

When everyone was dressed they left the mobile building. Flint looked over to his other recruits "Hepburn go get me a sandwich, new recruits except Davidson and Wood go follow the others to the cafeteria". Oliver stood with Davidson while the rest of the squad left and as their 2nd Lieutenant got out a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket he popped a fag in his mouth and got out his lighter to light the stick.

"Give us one!" Dazza ordered.

In a swift movement Flint kneed the chav in the stomach, Oliver watched in horror as Dazza coiled in a ball and coughed. "I give the orders round here! You speak you spoken too, alright!" growled Marcus towering over the other boy. The chav nodded still trying to breathe from being winded so violently. "Let that be a lesson to you too Wood"

"Yes sir" the scot mumbled unsure of himself.

"Yes what?!" Marcus shouted in the Private's face.

"Yes, sir!"

Flint just nodded then blew cigarette smoke in Oliver face making the younger boy cough, he turned seeing Hepburn march towards him "Very good Private" he said taking his sandwich.

"Anything else sir?"

"Tell everyone I want them out here in 10 minutes"

Hepburn saluted then marched off, Marcus bit into his breakfast, Oliver felt his stomach grumble, he lifted a hand nervously "Excuse me sir?"

"What do you want Private?"

"Sorry sir, I'm really hungry"

"So?"

"So could I please go eat?"

"No"

"Yes sir"

10 minutes had passed; Flint looked at his squad of ten recruits and went through the 'at ease' and 'attention' stances and made them all switch between stances till everyone was in sync. When he was finally satisfied with the result, he spoke up to announce the next task. "Right get yourselves in order of height" he ordered and watched as his five trained privates got in the line of height, while the new comers were looking at him like pathetic lost dogs. He sighed grabbing the only black boy in his squad and shoved him in the second place of the height line, then he grabbed Oliver putting him in fourth place, then the mosher in fifth, the chav in sixth, and the other boy in ninth. Malfoy was at the end of the line "Now you will count out your numbers and when you do stand to attention" he gave the order for his recruits to start.

"One!"

"What?" the new recruit frowned.

Marcus rolled his eyes "You know how to count don't you?"

"Yes sir"

"Right start again!"

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

"Three" Oliver accidentally shouted out "Four" he quickly tried to recover but it was too late.

"Ten push ups Wood!" the younger boy nodded and got down on the floor and began the push ups. "One…" their officer began counting out the push ups "two, three, FOUR, five, six, seven, eight, nine and ten, stand up Wood!" Oliver scrambled to his feet "Start again" The squad had, had to start again a lot more times, since the new recruits found themselves panicking and loosing track on numbers, when each one stopped the flow Flint would add an extra 10 push ups. Wood just finished his 100th push ups "For hopefully the last time, again!"

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

"Four!"

"Five!"

"Six!"

"Seven!"

"Eight!"

"Nine!"

"Ten, last person standing sir!"

"At fucking last!" he rubbed the bridge of his nose grudgingly moving on with the next task "Right now we now know how to count one to ten, this should be simple for you lot though I have a feeling at least one of you will fuck it up! No we go, one, two, one, two etcetera, you got that"

"Yes sir!" the squad replied. Flint gave the order for them to start,

"One!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Four!" Oliver flinched as he gave the wrong reply and knew he had to do 110 and push ups now.

Flint sighed "All of you fall out and go to the cafeteria for lunch, except you Wood!"

The scot nodded and watched as the others saluted and walked off, he looked at the officer pathetically as he went down to the floor, when he wasn't looking he felt weight on his back and his head went straight up and saw 2nd Lieutenant had his foot resting on his back "120 push ups!" he ordered.

"But sir it's supposed to be 110" argued Oliver who instantly regretted it

"130 now!"

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After Oliver's excruciating press ups he had missed lunch, and was forced with the other recruits to parade a long distance, when ever he or anyone else fell out of step Marcus would kick them in the shin, because the scot was so exhausted from not eating and the previous push ups he felt himself going out of sync a lot. Eventually after a very long day they all went to the cafeteria they all had the dinner, Wood scoffed it down in a blink of an eye even though the food was hardly tasty. When they retired to their beds, he saw the boys who had arrived with him go into their beds and fell asleep instantly, while the others sat on the floor and chatted. Oliver yawned and crawled into his bed as soon as his head hit the pillow he was gone like a light. He had been too tired to worry or think back on the day's hell, or to think forward to what new levels or hurt would bring him tomorrow, he just slept heavily.

It's been a long time since I updated so I'm a bit rusty, and it's been a longer time since I was in cadets and knew all about this stuff, so I'm trying to scrape my memory to make this a realistic army camp ^-^ Hope you guys enjoyed