A/N: I told you i was bored... I have to sit in bed for a week, what else am i to do, really?
Three Days Grace again...yeah, cause they rock...
Do i really have to say i am poor again? YEah, don't own anything...
Why do i keep using the word 'yeah'?
Anyway, torture in this chapter... skip it if you must...
World So Cold
(BPOV)
I never thought I'd feel this
Guilty and I'm broken down inside
Livin' with myself
Nothing but lies
I always thought I'd make it
But never knew I'd let it get so bad
Livin' with myself
Is all I have
I feel numb
I can't come to life
I feel like I'm frozen in time
~World So Cold, Three Days Grace
Edward had been gone for a month, and considering that I hadn't caught wind of his death I assumed that was good news. I sighed and walked towards my destination, knowing just exactly what was going to become of me.
The instant I entered the building I was dragged into a huge room that had seven feet tall, four foot wide pillars spread six feet apart. There were twenty of them. "Es werden zehn Feinde zu sein, sie los zu werden, wenn du leben willst." There will be ten enemies, get rid of them if you want to live.
"Keine waffen?" No weapons? I asked curiously, shocking him with my fluency and accent.
"Sie verdinienen nichts." You deserve none. He spat back before he left the room. He left the room and I quickly wound my way to the center of the pillars. I heard doors open and I frowned when I heard guns get loaded.
Oh fun… I thought to myself. I took the glasses I wore off of my face—which I didn't need anyway, I had perfect vision—and I tore the lenses out of the frame silently. I used the reflective glass to see around the two sides of the pillar I leaned against. I smiled and shoved the glass in my pocket before grabbing the top of the pillar and pulling myself up. I rolled over the top of the pillar, wrapped my legs around the man's neck on the other side, flipped back to where I was (bringing the man with me), I landed on my back and broke his neck easily with my legs.
I heard gunshots and feet coming towards me as I grabbed the man's gun. I didn't have time to care if he was alive, besides, terrorist? Me? Easy choice. I slowly slid around the pillar again, using one of my mirrors again. I shot one man in the chest, knocking him out of the game before I moved to a new pillar. I could hear whispers to my left as two men debated how to attack me. I flipped up onto the pillar they stood under and snapped both of their necks. Two gunshots came after me but I was back on the ground before they found purchase in me.
I could tell I was being watched as I rid the world of six more terrorists. I put the gun in my pocket and looked up to see several men watching me in awe. Edward—Edwin—was amongst them. He tapped three times on the railing, signaling that what was being said about me wasn't going to lead to my demise.
Three men entered the room and I pointed my gun at them, as military fashioned as possible. I had to; my story was based on being raised in a military family. I looked at the three of them who stared back at me. "Lassen sie lhre waffe." Drop your gun. One man said raising his gun.
"Zuerst." You first. I ordered in a strong voice. His eyes widened. Fuck, they really do hate women… Oh well, at least I make a big first impression. I thought cryptically.
"Das ist nicht wie das funktioniert." That's not how this works.
"Sie haben offensichtlich kennst mich nicht." You obviously don't know me. I raised an eyebrow. He stepped forward. I looked at all of his dead comrades and his eyes followed mine. He slowly put his gun down and I followed. I was dragged, drugged and knocked unconscious, of course I allowed it, but I didn't like it.
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(EPOV)
"Time to prove yourself, Edwin." A man ranked quite high in the terrorist group stated as we walked to the torture room. I looked through the window and saw her. Bella was strapped down to a table. She was unconscious, but alive.
"What do I need to do sir?"
"Test her. Is she a spy? Is she truly fit for our cause? You get to be in my place this time… If you do something I think is too soft, well, let's just say you won't be happy."
These are some cold effin people… I thought angrily to myself. I kept my face composed and walked into the room. Bella was still passed out, lying against the table weakly. Please forgive me. I pleaded with her silently. I ran a smelling salt under her nose. She coughed and opened her eyes instantly. Her eyes met mine, they were dark brown, different than I had seen them ever before. I was sure they were her true eyes, and not contacts that she normally wore. "What's your name?" She looked at me strangely. Everyone else who saw might have thought she was having trouble understanding me, but I knew she was shocked that I was in the room with her, and not someone else.
"Marie," she whispered.
"Sorry?" I wondered in a slightly harsher voice. I made the word sound angry, but I portrayed with my eyes that it was a complete apology for what I had to do to her. She seemed to understand because she blinked her eyes twice at me.
"My name is Marie." Her voice sounded off, she could seriously act. If I hadn't known her I would seriously think that she had a really rudimentary knowledge of the English language.
"Sprechen sie Deutsch?" I asked her.
"Besser als Englisch." Better than English. She replied. I saw one of her hands feel out the chains that bound her down, trying to find a weakness.
"Sie werden nicht Flossen einen Ausweg." You won't find a way out. I warned her. "Was machst du denn hier?" What are you doing here? I asked her as I walked out of her line of sight. I had no choice in the world, if I didn't hurt her I would get her killed and blow my own cover, but if I did we both would make it to the top quickly.
"Rache an denen, die meinen Bruder getötet hatte. Er kämpfte für Amerika und seine verbündeten ihn getötet." Take vengeance on those who had my brother killed. He fought for America, and his own allies killed him. She spoke so fluently it shocked me, she was more fluent than I was.
"Sind Sie sicher, das ist die Wahrheit, Marie?" Are you sure that's the truth, Marie? Her eyes narrowed curiously, damn she was a good actress.
"Natürlich, herr. Was würde ich für gelogen?" Of course, sir. What would I have to lie for? She looked confused and a small bit worried, but she still looked completely calm and relaxed. I grabbed a long metal rod, the end of it glowed a hot red color.
Pretend she's your enemy, pretend like you don't know her. I told myself over and over again. God, please forgive me. I bent down and began to talk in her ear. "Wir müssen aussortieren die Spione ..." We must weed out the spies. I told her, then in Swedish I whispered two almost silent words. "Förlåt mig." Forgive me.
"Ich bin kein Spion." I am not a spy. She replied to my first statement, loudly enough for others to hear, but then she whispered back in Swedish. "Jag har redan ... Ta det inte lätt för mig." I already have. Don't take it easy on me. I smiled cruelly at her.
"Wir werden sehen." We shall see. I stated. I lifted the bottom of her shirt and pressed the rod against her skin. Reflexively her back arched and she screeched. I knew it was a show for the others, but it broke my heart.
Over and over again I asked her the same questions, always getting the same answers. She was good at withstanding torture, better than me. Not only did she with stand it she still had enough wits about her to continue acting her part. It showed me just how strong she truly was. Every time I got an answer I 'didn't like' I would change devices of torture…
After seven long hours a man walked in and smiled, holding a towel in his hand. I resisted the urge to warn Bella about what was coming. "Sag die Wahrheit, Marie." Tell the truth, Marie. I ordered, walking away from and pulling a hose off of the wall. I wanted to warn her, but I knew it wouldn't help.
"Ich habe!" I have! Bella called out loudly, sadly, painfully.
"We have more ways to finding out, Miss Marie." The other man said, throwing the towel over her face. Her calmness left her for the first time, she began to throw her head in different directions. She tried to get away from the cloth that covered her face. I kept a passive look on my face and turned on the hose in my hand.
Bella coughed and gagged, throwing her head back and forth, trying to find a way out.
Waterboarding, it made you feel as though you were drowning, and even the calmest of people couldn't relax. No matter how much you know, no matter how many time you tell yourself you can't possibly drown, your mind still panics. Even the strongest of people feared it, and it could make almost anyone talk…not Bella though. When it was over she merely cried and told her story again, swearing to us that she wasn't a spy.
I started to believe her for a moment. She was so damn convincing. Even through all this torture she had her composure. Most women would have spilled their guts hours ago, hell most men would have spilled everything hours ago, but she didn't. She was brave and more dedicated then the rest.
Through the fourth round of waterboarding, I knew that her tears were truly genuine. Her mind was panicked and frayed, I hated seeing her like this. I was also afraid that her panic might translate into her giving herself up, and I really didn't want that to happen. She surprised me again.
"Stoppen Sie bitte!" Stop please! Bella screamed.
"Sag mir, was ich wissen muss." Tell me what I need to know. The man who held the towel ordered, looking into her eyes.
"Ich habe euch alles, alles ..." I've told you everything, everything. She whimpered.
"Are you sure?" He asked, grabbing her face and pulling her up to look at him. "Have you told us the pure truth?"
"Ich habe…" I have… Bella stuttered out her words.
"We shall see…" He said, he grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the room. "You did good. Have you tortured people before?"
"Several," I answered shortly, truthfully.
"Ah, if she doesn't break after James gets to her, she'll be a keeper." The man smiled and laughed. "No women lasts through him though. Most of them start talking five minutes in… And most of them don't live much longer than that."
James… I remembered reading his criminal record…he was a serial rapist and known for mutilating bodies… Bella…oh God be with her… I prayed silently.
"How long do you think she will last?" A new arrival asked.
"Fifteen minutes," the man next to me answered. "She's a feisty little one."
"How 'bout you?"
"She'll make it." I stated.
"Really?" The man asked amused. "What makes you think that?"
"I didn't see lies in her eyes. She truly feels the need to pursue this, she wants revenge… That is a good enough motive to live through anything." I shrugged.
"He has a point." The new arrival stated. "I'm with Edwin."
"Be prepared to lose. If I have my choice she will be screaming within the first five seconds." A dark voice stated. James walked past us towards the room. "Send a prayer her way, she's going to heaven or hell rather quickly if I have my choice." He sneered before he entered the room.
There was a long, silent twenty minutes before I heard Bella scream. I winced, but thankfully so did the other two men who stood with me. "I didn't know that she knew how to scream…" The first stated.
"She's a third of the way through…she has a chance." The second stated.
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An hour passed and James came out of the room angrily. "I don't know how she did it. She's on our side." He seethed, angry that he hadn't broken her. My heart lifted and jumped up with joy, but I kept it off of my face.
"Go get her cleaned up…she's been through hell." The man next to me ordered. I nodded and walked into the room. All of her clothes had been torn off of her body, but you couldn't truly see any of her. She was clothed now in bruises and deep cuts. Her face was swollen and distorted. She was passed out cold, but when I felt the side of her neck I felt a semi-strong pulse still flowing through her veins. I untied her and hoisted her up in my arms before taking her to an empty room.
I sat her on the bed and slowly began to stitch up all of her wounds. I covered some of the more gruesome wounds so that she couldn't get infections. I don't know how she had the strength to do it, but while I was setting a bone in her ankle she woke up and opened her eyes.
"Wer sind sie?" Who are you? She asked in a broken voice. I felt fear run through me, I thought that perhaps the torture had affected her mind, but when I looked at her I saw her eyes flick to a security camera that was watching us. She was perfectly fine…well, well enough to still think clearly.
"My name is Edwin." I whispered quietly.
"Edwin…I hurt…" She whispered in reply, her voice sounded unsure of the English words.
"I know…I went through it too." I frowned. "We all have to. We have to make sure no one is a traitor."
"James never came after you…" She said sadly as I wrapped her ankle up. I was glad that my father was a doctor, it helped me to take care of her wounds better than mine had been taken care of. "You don't know what torture is…" She hissed when I touched her ankle.
"Sorry…" I sighed.
"I'm alive…" She breathed.
"I'm going to need you to roll over, I have to check your back." I told her. I helped her roll to her side so I could help heal the wounds on her back.
"This world is so cold…" Bella whispered.
"I know…"
"They take your only family, then they try to kill you for helping to avenge them." I smiled slightly. Bella had just told me that she was alright. We had discussed signals for each other before we had taken this task in hand. She had pointed out that she would heal, and for that I was thankful.
"I understand…" I sighed before helping her to roll over. I started to walk away.
"Might I have some clothes tomorrow?"
"You might not be able to put them on for a week, Marie."
"I know…I just don't feel comfortable like this." She whispered.
"I will see what can be done…" I promised, leaving her in her room.
A/N: Poor Edward...it is terrible what he had to do...but it was better than the alternative.
Love? Hate? You know the drill.
