A/N: Hello peoples! ... Goodbye peoples!...
WARNING: Same as chapter 27.
MyLittleRobin is ma muse!
Day Four...
Roach woke up a while later to find himself in the darkness. A sob escaped him when he immediately recognized where he was.
"No... n-no no nooo..."
He tried to move his hands, but they were still in the handcuffs and the movement set his injured arm aflame. He couldn't walk because he had broken his leg, which currently felt like it had been run over by a tank. He laid back down and curled in on himself as he cried. He laid there for a while, getting closer and closer to hyperventilating as each second passed by, when suddenly he heard footsteps. He sniffled and sat up a bit, looking expectantly at the door. The bar slowly slid out of its place... something wasn't right. He pushed himself back, but the room was so small that there wasn't anywhere to go. The door opened and closed, but he saw a figure walk in just before it closed.
Fear gripped his heart as the person moved closer to him. He wanted to ask who it was, but he had a bad feeling that it was John... and he was right, it was. But today, John had brought a few of his favorite knives and wanted to play. Roach could feel it. John was standing right above him. He screamed when a pair of strong hands wrapped around the handcuffs that held his arms in place and yanked him up. His arm was on fire. He couldn't stand it. The movement hurt his leg too and it felt like firecrackers were exploding inside of it.
Roach didn't know, but there was a thick hook high on the wall. John could see because he had night vision goggles on. He put the chain of the handcuffs in the hook and snapped the top part shut so Roach couldn't get away. Roach tried to kick with his uninjured leg but John moved out of the way and kneed him in the groin. He laughed when the younger man cried in pain and went limp.
Roach's feet were dangling in the air, which left his arms to support his weight. The pain that ran through his injured arm was horrific. His arm throbbed and burned worse than anything he'd ever felt before. His cheeks were soaked with fresh tears. He hated this. He couldn't even see, which made the anticipation unbearable. He wondered what John was gonna do, but at the same time he didn't want to know.
The fact that John was his father only made him cry more. Didn't anyone care about him? If his own father hated him, then surely everyone else did. Why would his father do this to him? Didn't anyone love him? The thought of Alyss, the kind, caring mother she had been made him cry harder. She had loved him. But she had been dead for a long time. Charlie. Charlie had loved him... Then he had gotten him killed. Charlie had only gotten to live for 11 years. Why had he done that?! Why was he so careless? If only he had stayed, Charlie would still be alive... His heart felt like it was being ripped out of his chest at the thought of Charlie. He had always been such a sweet boy, always putting others first and standing up for those who were bullied at school. He and Roach had been so close. Closer than normal brothers were. They loved each other more than anything... Then Roach made a stupid move and got Charlie killed. He hated himself for that.
He screamed when a knife seemed to appear out of nowhere and stabbed him in the shoulder. His voice was already hoarse from all the screaming he had done yesterday. Now it felt like he had drunk a gallon of acid. The knife in his shoulder twisted and he screamed again, louder than last time. The sound was cut off when he accidentally bit his tongue and blood filled his mouth. He spit it into the darkness... coincidentally right where John's face was.
"YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!" John yelled as he wiped the blood from his face.
He savagely ripped the knife from his shoulder and slashed him across the face with it. Then he threw the knife to the floor and started punching Roach, putting all of his strength behind each blow. It hurt. It hurt so bad that Roach just wanted to die, if only for the pain to stop. Luckily for him, he passed out after 15 minutes of it.
Day Five...
Ghost laid on his usual table. They never moved him from it. If they needed to take him somewhere, they just rolled the table to wherever they needed to take him. It was weird here, though. Usually when a soldier got captured, the person who captured them asked them things about their team. Like where their base was and who was on their team. Dan hadn't asked him a single question in all the five days that he'd been here. He was beginning to wonder if they just tortured for the hell of it...
His head snapped toward the door when he heard who he assumed was Dan walk in. He still had the blindfold on, which annoyed the shit out of him. Dan laughed and he sighed defeatedly. Looked like it was time for another round of torture. He wished they wouldn't. He was already covered in bruises, blood, and dirt, had several broken ribs, a bunch of cuts, most of which needed stitches, and a broken wrist. He was exhausted from the lack of sleep and malnourished because he hadn't eaten in five days... which totally sucked. He was a mess.
"I made you something new..." Dan said, the excitement clear in his voice.
Dread surged through his body. He didn't want anything, especially not if it was from Dan. Dan had been injecting him with poisons for the past five days that caused hallucinations and he absolutely loathed it. Everything he had seen with the poison in his system was about Roach. So far, he had seen Roach gutted and fed to dogs, ripped apart, stabbed, drowned to death, raped, and shot. He didn't think he would be able to stand another second of it.
Dan saw his reaction and said, "This one's different. That's why we're experimenting, dumbass."
Ugh... I hate experiments...
He shuddered and jumped when he felt a pair of hands turn his head away and start untying the blindfold. After a few moments it was off and he felt sort of relieved. He opened his eyes half way and closed them again. His eyes were crusty and gross. He couldn't see either, which didn't help.
"Don't get excited, it's going back on after we're done experimenting."
He flinched again when he suddenly felt something cold and wet dab at his eyes. After a moment he realized that Dan was cleaning them off... what the fuck?
"I'm not being nice, I need you to be able to see for the experiment."
Oh, that's why.
When Dan was done, he opened his eyes again. They felt a lot better this time. He could see, too. He turned to look at Dan, who was preparing a syringe filled with some type of reddish shit. He didn't like the looks of that stuff... Dan sat down in the rolling chair by the table and rubbed his arm with alcohol, then injected the liquid into his arm. It stung and he winced and squirmed uncomfortably. Dan smirked and put the empty syringe on the desk behind him.
At first he didn't feel anything. But after a few moments, it kicked in and he screamed and writhed on the cold table. It felt like fire. It was almost as if his blood was the oil and the poison was the fire, setting everything in its path alight. All he could think of was when Shepherd had tried to have him and Roach burned alive. He could actually feel the unbearable heat as the fire ate away at him, going through layers of flesh and eventually reaching the bone within. He couldn't stand it. After the incident with Shepherd, both he and Roach had issues with fire. They both avoided it whenever possible and he couldn't even stand being around it, much less burning to death in it.
"Huh. Well, at least it works. Haha, it feels like fire doesn't it?" Dan asked in amusement.
Ghost felt tears running down his cheeks, but even those were boiling hot. The more he cried, the more it hurt, but he just couldn't stop. The pain was too bad. He looked down at his arm and his eyes widened in terror when he saw fire climbing up it. The smell of burning skin was thick in the air as he screamed and thrashed. He looked further down and saw the rest of his body engulfed in flames.
"Sadly, the poison's effects only last about 10 minutes. But I'm working on another one that'll be even more fun! It should be ready soon..."
He could feel his whole body burning and when he looked down, he could see his flesh melting and feel it running down his legs like wax from a burning candle.
Could this day get any worse?
A/N: So, tough times for Ghost and Roach. I plan on having next chapter be another one with torture in it, then I'll probably do a time skip... unless you guys want more torture? I dunno, I feel like you guys are getting bored with all the torture. Please review and tell me! I DO listen to you guys, believe it or not. I really do. Speaking of which, someone wanted a Roach/Ghost pairing. And before anyone complains, in this story they are really close to the same age. Literally, there's a two year difference (Ghost is 21). So, does anyone want a Roach/Ghost pairing? I'll do it if you guys want me to! If some of you do and the rest don't, I will probably just make another story where they have a pairing, that way everyone's happy. But anywho, please review and tell me if you want more torture or a time skip and if you want a Roach/Ghost pairing or no! TELL MEEEEE! :)
