A/N: Well Hello There! So, this is a little different from most of my story ideas, but I was playing around with the idea in my head and took a shot at it. Now keep in mind that I had no joy in the idea of Zack being tortured in any way, but he was best in my choice of favorite characters to work with.
While reading, trying to picture the bad guys has having a broken accent, kinda like a Boston or New York. I wasn't sure how to spell certain words they'd say so I fudged it up a bit and hope it still came out understandable.
DISCLAIMER (yep, it turns into one of those *wink wink*): More on the side of adult later on. If you're not into those kind of stories, this ones not for you, but you have been warned. Also, I do not own the rights to any of the Final Fantasy characters, nor do I profit from writing this. It's all for fun, Enjoy!
My Prisoner – Pt. 1
"Look forward!"
Zack had been standing still, looking at the floor. The thoughts of what was about to happen to him swirling madly through his mind. His eyes tried to focus forward as he was blinded by the flashlight being shone in his face.
"So just to clarify on the paperwork of one Zackary Fair is in our presence for a very special meeting this evening."
He winced at the sound of a deep male voice close to his ear.
He'd been caught. Carelessness on his part. He just hoped that Angeal had gotten away in time. Zack watched as they flipped through a folder on the desk, his SOLDIER profile picture held in the corner by a silver paper clip. He pursed his lips together, feeling the cold of the metal around his wrists and listening to the soft jingle as he lowered his hands. They weren't going to break him no matter what they did. Zack would never spill the information he had on project G. It had already nearly cost him and Angeal their lives just to break into the labs and steal the files. Rufus Shinra had made it a point to give them a very nice bonus in their next paycheck.
Now these jackholes had the idea that they were going to weasel the information out of him, seeing as nobody in their squadron could break into the Shinra facility. Zack felt as a body moved close behind him and he stiffened.
"Hands over your head, feet spread apart"
The voice commanding him to move was the same one that had barked in his ear only moments before. He raised his hands slowly over his head as his feet moved apart slightly. The dingy green jumpsuit he had been forced to put on shifted with his movements. Zack kept his eyes focused on the far wall as he felt a pair of strong hands begin to pat his body down, starting at the base of his neck and moving outwards and down his body. The man obviously didn't mind how hard he was smacking him, and Zack felt his feet stumble a few times.
"Stand still boy!" one of the other male guards had called out.
Zack just huffed out a breath and tried to steady his feet better. He closed his eyes briefly when he felt the man grope him from behind. Was that really necessary? His mind reeled with questions that he dare not voice. As he opened his eyes once more to stare at the smug faces in the room around him, he was informed to drop his arms and the man behind him moved to stand at his front instead.
"Open your mouth" He snarled and shined a flashlight into Zack's face, waiting for him to obey. He shone the light and moved it around a few times. "Lift your tongue" The light moved around his mouth. "Clean. Close it"
Zack did as he was told, watching as the man moved around the room and dug into a metal box on the far side of the room. "Gentlemen, have Mr. Fair seated please"
He watched as the two guards in the room made to move towards him and he stepped to the side, sitting down on the metal chair on his own accord. Still, one of them reached forward with a set of keys and singled for him to lift his wrists.
"No funny business or I'll hit you over the head" The other said in a snarky voice as Zack focused his eyes on the cuffs instead.
As soon as he heard the click of metal he felt the looseness around one wrist, Zack was surprised to see the man who had searched him standing in front on him with a folded piece of material in his hand. He felt his arms flop to his sides, the sound of one cuff hitting the chair, and glanced down to see the other man cuffing it around the arm of the metal seat. And so it starts… he thought to himself.
"Now I'm gonna make this an easy choice for you Mr. Fair…"
"Zack" He finally spoke up.
"Excuse me?" The man asked him looking dumbfounded.
"It's Zack. If you're going to interrogate me, can you at least use my first name?" He asked with a hint of cockiness lingering in his voice.
He felt the sting of a slap as he was suddenly struck across the face.
"That's not necessary Markus" The man was talking to the guard that had cuffed him to the chair. Zack didn't even flinch as he focused his attention back to the large man in front of him. "Look, I'll call you anything you want princess. So longs as you give me the information my boss requires"
So he's not the big man in charge? He thought smugly to himself. "Zack works just fine"
The man in front of him flipped the cloth around his fingers and nodded his head once. "Okay Zack" He made it a point to emphasize his name. "I want you to tell me everything you know about Project G"
"Why?" Zack couldn't help the word that slipped past his lips. He felt another smack across his face.
"None of your damn business!" The guard shouted. "Answer the man!"
He shook his head as stars flooded his vision. Zack waited to see if the man would be scolded for his action, but nothing pursued. So instead, he glared back at the large man in front of him. He was aware that the man had a uniform of some sort that looked to be about two sizes too small for his overweight form. His acid green eyes tried to burn into Zack's skull as his lip rose in a snarl.
"Look. I'm gonna reason with you here. I don't really have time for all the petty bullshit. See I would rather just threaten to cut off each of your fingers until you squeal like a helpless piglet, but my boss…well he likes things to be done a little less messy."
At these words Zack found himself clutching his hands into fists on top of the arms of the chair.
"So, how about I ask you once more and you tell me what I need to know"
Zack glared at the man, never blinking as he listened to his threats.
"Now Zack. What can you tell us about project G?" He asked and leaned forward.
The smell of the man's pungent breath was inches from his face, the scent of stale cigarettes and cheap booze lingered in the air for a second. Zack blew out a breath before stating his next sentence. "What I can tell you about Project G is…" He waited as three sets of eyes stared intently at him. "Not a God damned thing" and he grinned at the man in front of him.
He felt a harder blow to the back of his head and it turned the room white temporarily. He grunted at the blow and when his eyes refocused, he watched in shock as the man in front of him was reaching towards his face, shoving the piece of black material into his mouth. Zack made a movement to lift his arm and rip the rancid cloth away, but found that the larger guard was pinning his wrist painfully to the chair. His eyes moved to see the other guard handing what looked like a pair of pruning shears, commonly used for gardening, to the man in front of him and panic rose like lava into his throat. He began to move his head wildly in an attempt to free himself, but felt another smack over the back of his head stilling his actions.
"My, my Zack. You see, that's not quite the answer we was looking for"
Zack felt as his hand was lifted forcefully from the arm of the chair and held forward. He tried to pull it back, but just had an overwhelming pain surge through his whole arm as the guard squeezed his wrist hard enough to snap it. He heard himself grunt as he tried to lift from the chair and was shoved back down.
"Restrain him Damon"
"Yea, sure thing Frankie" The other guard moved behind Zack and placed another black cloth over his eyes, completely blinding him from the actions taking place in front of him.
He felt the grip on his wrist tighten as his pinky finger was pulled from his clenched fist. The feel of cold was touching either side of his skin and he felt his heart race, drumming inside his head.
Shit! This can't be happening!
Zack could almost taste the vial in his stomach as all his nerves were on edge and sent into overdrive.
"Now Zack…let's see if we have the correct answer after you have one less finger, shall we?"
He could hear the sick smugness of the bastard's voice! Zack commanded every muscle in his body to move, but felt another pair of hands pushing him back down. The sting of the sharp blades starting to cut into his flesh made him gasp around the cloth. He felt fear throughout his body, his mind raked with it, when suddenly there was a loud banging from the outside of the door.
"Get that Damon" The hack-man said with a sigh.
"Sure thing, Frankie"
He felt hands leave his shoulders as a pair of shoes clomped heavily across the room. The click of the door being unlocked and the bang as it struck against the wall was like a bomb going off in the small room. "Yeah?" Damon asked, clearly annoyed by the presence on the other side.
"The doc wants the prisoner brought to his office immediately"
Zack strained his ears against his erratically beating heart and listened to the younger sounding voice.
"Who the hell is it Damon?" Frankie yelled from where he sat.
Zack felt as the metal slipped from around his smallest finger and internal relief washed over him.
"Uh…It's Randall. Says the doc wants the prisoner now" Damon called out.
"Now? But I ain't got nothin' from him yet!" Frankie sounded quite disappointed.
"Just giving you my orders from the boss"
Zack heard as the sound of metal hit the table with some violent force.
"Fine!" Frankie said with some exasperation in his voice. "Take him"
"Can you cuff him from behind first?" The younger voice asked.
"Yeah , yeah. Markus handle that"
Zack heard the jingle of keys and the click of the cuff hitting metal before his body was yanked up from the chair and his hands were pinned behind his back. He felt the cool of the metal as the other one wrapped around his wrist. His senses were off since he still wore the blindfold, but he felt himself being shoved forward and a new set of hands reaching out to grab his arms. He moved his feet blindly as he felt his body being pushed through the door.
"You sure you can handle this one on your own Randall?" Frankie had asked.
"Oh yeah. If he tries anything funny…" Zack heard the sound of a gun cocking before it was placed between his shoulder blades. "Now, move it!" He heard the command as the gun was pressed harder into his back and Zack let his feet shuffle forwards.
"Yeah, well good luck cracking that nut!" He heard called from behind them as he was pushed further out of the room, the feel of Randall's hand tight around the cuffs behind his back as his heartbeat thumped loud in his ears.