Three
The routine was the same most days. Gary would be taken from his cell, tortured all day then tossed back in at night. He was given water and sometimes something to eat. He counted the days with a piece of chalk he'd managed to steal on the back side of the door. He did it in the morning before they took him. By now he had been tortured an assortment of ways. He'd been cut, beaten, burned, shut into small spaces, left without food and water for a few days, drugged, hung by the wrists in the same spot for hours and flogged.
Of course while this was going on, his captors were all to glad to point out that he was all alone and that no one was going to come for him. They taunted and verbally abused him. Gary hoped that Ghost would come soon. It had been almost three months, and while they had destroyed his body many times over, they had yet to break his mind. He was holding onto that with an unconscious strength. It was nighttime now, but he was too exhausted to do anything but lean against the wall at his back. He'd attempted to escape twice but failed. The punishment for doing such hadn't been fun at all. Where they managed to find all these ancient torture devices, he wasn't sure but they certainly were painful. He wasn't sure if he could last much longer under the circumstances.
Andre was sadistic, but Andre's higher up was far worse. Many of his own men feared him. He'd begun torturing Gary a week ago. It had gone from being painful to completely agonizing. Every night, when it was over, Gary would be sobbing of how much pain he was in, his head hanging. The man was beyond psycopathic, he was completely deranged. Not to mention he was the one who came up with new ways to torture Gary. One day they took him to a room, tied him to a chair and left. The door was one of those you'd see on a place that would fill with water to equalize the pressure. The room first was flooded with icy cold water, up to his chin. Then the water was drained, the second time water filled the room it was super-heated, scalding his skin, a wound that lasted for several days.
Ghost was annoyed and worried. The recent missions they'd been on were successful but he couldn't help feeling like HQ had screwed over Roach.
"We'll go for him soon Ghost, I promise." MacTavish said. "I already gave Sheppard a piece of my mind."
"Good. I shouldn't have left him there. I should have gone back for him, anything. God, he's still a kid for fucks sake."
"You really are attached to him aren't you?" MacTavish asked.
Ghost smiled wanly. "He's grown on me. You remember his first day here?"
"I remember he was scared out of his wits."
"I for one was picturing him to be somewhat older and a lot larger."
"He is rather scrawny. But his mind is sharp! He hacked the base's computer in under an hour, a record in and of itself."
Toad intervened.
"Yeah and he got into so much trouble afterward. Poor guy, I thought General Sheppard was going to eat him whole. This place is a whole lot different without him. When you go to rescue him, count me in."
"I wasn't aware you two were friendly."
"He still owes me money!"
Gary had finally begun to doze off when Andre came in and doused him with cold water.
"I have great news my friend. Today you will tell us what we want to know. Tomorrow, you will die."
"You might as well just kill me. I'll never tell you anything, you pig!"
"Says the man who was squealing like a woman."
"If you were to engage me in fair fight, I'd strangle you with your own guts."
Andre tsked.
"I would have thought by now that my superior would have taught you manners by now."
"Maybe he's failing because he's stupid." Gary replied. He was going to be put to death soon anyway, he figured he had nothing left to lose. Gary knew what he wasw doing was stupid, he had stopped caring. It came with the realization that he'd die before Ghost and Captain MacTavish could come for him. He wasn't even sure he wanted them to come anymore.
He knew that these deranged men would stop at nothing to get the information, the codes to access the base. Gary didn't know them of course, but he wasn't about to tell them that. So he pretended he did know them to bide his time. It had worked so far. Gary was backhanded hard enough to make his head snap to one side. He secretly celebrated frustrating Andre and his superior, it meant a small victory on his part.
Andre called for two large men and Gary was brought to a small chamber. He'd been there many times already. He was strapped to a table.
"Now then, tell me the codes." A cold voice sounded to his right. Today was the first time they'd blindfolded him.
"I'm sorry, I left the codes in my other clothes." Gary replied. He cried out when he felt something hot and sharp press into the tender skin of his stomach.
"Let's try that answer again."
"Fuck you." He screamed again when the object press lower on his stomach.
"Tell me Gary, are these people even worth it? You protect them, but for what? As far as I've seen they haven't even bothered to come for you. You must not even be all that important to them if they just tossed you aside like so much American trash."
It hurt worse than any injury they could possibly inflict. Gary whimpered.
"You're wrong."
"Am I? Then why are you crying, Gary? Is it because deep down you know I'm right? Face it boy, you've been left here to rot."
"Even if that's the case, you'll never get anything out of me."
"Its been three months since your capture. If you'd known those codes, you would have told me by now. What a waste of my time. Take him back to his cell, he dies tomorrow."
AN: So sorry to leave you hanging like that! Will update soon! Thank you for the reviews!
