A/N: And here's the chapter that's gonna be a bit gorey, and the start of some more intense chapters. None will be intense or gorey enough to be rated M, but it may be a bit too much for some people. So there's the WARNING, for those people that don't like this kind of stuff.

Warning - Non-graphic torture

Disclaimer: I own none of the recognizable characters, Disney/Pixar does.

Finn woke with a groan. His head was pounding, his stomach hurt, and he couldn't feel his foreleg. One quick glance down, though, and he saw it was still there. And immense relief, but he wanted to know why he couldn't feel it.

He tried sitting up but quickly became aware of the ropes holding him down. Almost panicking, Finn took a moment to calm his rapid breathing and heart rate. Panic would do him no good. He needed a clear mind to get out of this. At least, if he wanted to get out alive.

When his mind cleared of panic, he began feeling more of his body. The pain seeming to course through his veins made him ground again, shutting his eyes right and clenching his jaw. He breathed in, then out, and repeated the process until the pain was a bit more bearable.

He shifted, lifting his head up enough to get a good view of the rest of him. He felt rope rub harshly against his sensitive skin, saw the blood around his chest, ribs and hind legs where he was tied. It was tight enough to cut off some circulation, which explained the lack of feel.

Clinking metal drew his attention to his hooves. Small chains were wrapped around his fetlock. He couldn't move. He wouldn't be able to stand. He wouldn't be able to defend himself.

He tried wriggling around a bit, but the rope cut deeper into his skin and fresh blood appeared around his wounds. He tried looking around for another way out, but he saw none. He'd have to wait for someone. Whether that was a good or bad guy was yet to be known.

Turns out, he didn't have to wait long. A door to his right opened, light bursting into the room. He winces, squinting but trying to make out the four forms coming into the room. Two horses, two humans.

"The mighty Finn McMissile," he recognized that voice, but couldn't put a name to it. "I'm so glad you could make it to our little... party."

Finn pinned his ears, but didn't bother responding. He didn't have to, and instead took in the appearance of the newcomers.

The one that had spoken was a chestnut stallion, short mane and long tail. The other horse was a grey that he presumed was also a stud, or a gelding, and he also had short hair. The two humans were white males with short, brown hair. They both wore old jeans and old, torn up T-shirts. Over all, nothing out of the ordinary.

However the more Finn's eyes adjusted to the light, the more he could make out. Each of them bore a similar mark along their right arm, or foreleg. An X, with a horizontal strike through it. He had no idea what it meant.

The chestnut drew nearer to him as one of the humans walked around him. "I assume you'd like to know what we're about to do to you."

It wasn't a question, so once again Finn didn't feel the need to respond. He bared his teeth at the chestnut.

The chestnut drew back, baring his own teeth as he said, "Our boss sent us here to get information. By any means necessary."

Finn smelled smoke, and one glance behind him told him all he needed to know. They were going to try burning the information out of him.

He'd been through worse, and he sure wouldn't talk. He may die here, but his loyalty ran far, and he would not be forced out of that.

"Where are your associates? Holley Shiftwell, in particular?"

Finn let himself growl, pinning his ears, "I'll never tell you where they are."

The chestnut looked over him, nodding to the person behind him. Finn braced himself for the incoming slew of pain.

Even after bracing himself, the pain the fire caused was not fun. He wouldn't let himself cry out, but he grit his teeth so hard he thought he might break his jaw.

When it was clear the fire wasn't enough to get the information they wanted, they began to try other methods. Methods that Finn would rather not discuss, on any given day. They were painful, and he still had vibrant scars from some of them.

When he thought he couldn't take it anymore, and he thought he was about to die, the door burst open once more. Finn didn't have the energy to look up, but he did hear the familiar voice.

"Release him now, or there will be hell to pay."

With Holley's voice cutting through the air, Finn felt himself relax. She was here. He was being rescued.

A/N: This doesn't have anything to do with "The Organization" which I'm still working on oops. However I should have that first chapter posted by... Halloween, probably.