Ha another short chapter!

Sorry bout that but I liked the end so whatever.

I was shot at and beat and raped. That was just the first hour. After that they dragged me to a cell somewhere four floors below. I sat with my legs crossed and sighed. The best thing to do would be to kill myself; but with what? All I had was a rusty nail that happened to be on the ground nearby. I could dig out my jugular but that would take forever. I could hold my breath till I suffocated, but that was risky. If I had a gun I would be perfect, but they wouldn't give me one of those.

I sat there for the longest time but nothing came to me and while I was in intense pain, I knew that I had to stay. If they had me there, they wouldn't need to go after any of the rest of the company. I sighed again.

My heart was slowing again. I didn't know how long I would last. It wasn't much longer before I was coughing up pints of blood. I might as well have been dead.

The cell opened as I collapsed, and I saw dress shoes coming closer. My eyes travelled up to rest on the face from my nightmares. I chuckled. "Well, looks like I wasn't cut out to be a Turk, huh?" He looked coldly down at me and pursed his lips. "What's wrong, Rochefort? Magrod got your tongue?"

I laughed again, blood trickling from my lips. I didn't know why he was there, that's how far gone I was. I just wanted to die laughing at him.

He picked me up and wrapped me in a blanket, before he carried me out and I looked around at the majority of the Turks. They were all armed and aiming at guards who must have been watching my cell. I looked back at Rochefort. "Where's Falcon?"

He didn't answer me but kept walking. I saw every member of Avalanche lying dead as we left the building. I realized with great surprise that the Turks had come back for me. I felt the world spinning and black was creeping in on my vision. The last thing I heard was Rochefort saying under his breath, "Whores should stay in the slums."

I opened my eyes to bright white light. It took the longest time to see beyond that. I saw that a doctor was drifting among machines that I was hooked up to. The heart monitor was infinitely loud. The doctor saw that I was awake and hurried out of the room. He came back with Falcon and he looked worried. The doctor unhooked the breathing machine and left.

"Why did you tell them to leave?" he asked quietly. It was silent for a while. He knew exactly why. "You did well." He took on a formal tone now. "You did what you could to resist capture in an ambush, and in fact fought valiantly. You escaped in impossible conditions, resisted horrid torture, and rescued your partner despite your own injuries. You showed the qualities of a true Turk operative." He rested a hand on mine. "You did it, you're one of us."

I smiled. "I did, didn't I?" My voice was terribly weak and quiet, and I tried to clear my throat. "How am I?"

He sighed. "Lots of bed rest for a while, but you can leave the medic ward in a few days. They stabilized your heart, but you'll have some meds to take for a while to make sure you don't have a heart attack. Besides that you have pain meds and sleep."

"So what ever happened to the tape they made?"

He backed away a few steps. "They had sent it here as a hostage tape. The guys down in recon had to watch it in case they could find out anything about the group." He looked away. "They made me watch it too. It was horrifying."

I looked at him sadly. He must have thought I was even more repulsive. He looked back and knelt beside me. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you. I should've and I didn't. I'm sorry."

I shook my head. "No, I wanted to make sure you got out. It isn't your fault that I told them to leave." I chuckled. "Let's not talk about it anymore."

He sat in a plastic chair next to the bed. We were quiet for a long time and I was starting to drift off.

"Can I kiss you?" I looked over at him in surprise. I had almost forgotten he was there.

"Yeah."

He stood and leaned over me, brushing his lips across mine. My heart jumped erratically and the monitor went nuts. I grabbed his head and brought it back down for more, until the doctor rushed into the room. He gasped and apologized, running out blushing deeply.

I chuckled and went back to what I was doing.

Awwwww so cuuuuute!

Vincent: Would I really do that?

The younger, wanton you would.

Vincent: I wasn't really wanton...

Do you want the lemon monkeys to win the argument?

Vincent: Hell yeah!

Then you were wanton. Deal.

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