A/N: *feeling sheepish* Okay so I haven't seen this show for just about ever. *grumbles* Not my fault it's on at 12:30 AM
and 5:30 AM! Anywayz mistakes pointed out are appreciated as long as you're not servire about it and um yeah... that's about it.
Disclaimer: Hm...what do I own in this fic? Uh let me think...ABSOLUTLY NOTHING!
Didn't Know What I Had
Part 3: Tourture
"Can't this thing go any faster!" Wildwing muttered, pushing the pedal on the areowing (Is that right @-@) down to the floor. Mallory
was holding onto the seat so hard her knuckles were white.
"Wildwing slow down! We won't be able to save Nosedive if we're dead!"
"Somethings terribly wrong with him! I can feel it!"
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"Harder boy!" Nosedive was working as hard as he could, his 11-year-old body totally exhausted. He tried to go faster but he just couldn't.
The barbed whip struck his back with all the force in the gaurd. A long bloody gash formed on Dive's back. He gave a weak cry of pain.
The guard smirked, and hit him again. And again. He whimpered, falling to his knees. The gaurd didn't let up, hitting him each time with as
much force as the first time. After so long he just crumbled to the floor. The red circle dimmed and Dive opened his eyes again. His back
was stinging, his head and body ached. It had been 1/2 an hour since Dragaunus had started this game of his. Draggy was seriously enjoying
himself. Dive, needless to say, was having no fun at all. He lay there, panting, on the floor of the cube. Each memorie, starting with the first one
had gotten worse, and he'd gotten older. And they were more painful. While he was pondering the relationships between them he came to a conclussion.
They all had ended just before he'd felt the security of his big brothers arms. And somehow that made it even more painful.
"I've dragged you through pain duck, no lets try something a little different." Dragaunus pushed the blue button on his consoul. The corisponding button
lit up. Another memory filled NoseDive's vision. He was back on Puckworld. It was in the Flashblade home and his parents had given him and Wildwing
thier first ice cream cone. His was chocoalate and was sweet and runny. It stuck to his beak and feathers as he tried to eat it as fast as possible. Wildwing
was laughing at him as Mrs. Flashblade tried to whipe of his face. The memory felt so good, he let his gaurd down. Suddenly the blue turned off and the red
flashed back. He was in one of the camps, and some beige ducks where pelting him with rocks.
"Freak!"
"Worthless little monster!"
"You're a waste of flesh!"
"Why don't you die and save the air for those of us that can do something without Big Brother watching over us all the time!" Dive wasn't sure which hurt
worse. The rocks or the words. One boy picked up a particularly sharp rock and chucked it at the back of his head. It cut deeply, just like the jabs and daunts.
Red dim, Blue on.
Playing a game with Wildwing. Something similar to human charades. Wildwing was trying to get him to guess what animal he was being.
Dive knew he was trying to be a monkey but was playing along and pretending not to be able to guess. Both were trying thier hardest not to laugh.
Blue off, red on.
A memory of one of thier foster parents being abusive to him after getting drunk. Wildwing wasn't there yet, but he was due home soon. The man was smaking him
around telling him how worthless he was. Punch after Punch connected with his face. The NoseDive of the present was crying out in pain, feeling every hit all over
again.
"That's it Duck! I'm going to drag your mind through hell!" Dragaunus laughed as he switched back to blue.
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"Did you find the signal yet Tanya?" Wildwing asked, sick to his stomache. 45 minutes had passed of his brothers 2 1/2 hours had passed. 45 minutes of who knows what.
"Not yet. But I'm looking."
"We'll keep patroling the area. Keep in touch."
"Right." Wildwing sighed. Quilt and regret filled his chest.
"I'm sorry Dive. If I hadn't been pressing you so hard you wouldn't have taken off. And then you wouldn't be in this mess. I promised you you wouldn't get hurt." Angerily he
glared out the window. "Dragaunus! You're going to pay! I swear it!"
and 5:30 AM! Anywayz mistakes pointed out are appreciated as long as you're not servire about it and um yeah... that's about it.
Disclaimer: Hm...what do I own in this fic? Uh let me think...ABSOLUTLY NOTHING!
Didn't Know What I Had
Part 3: Tourture
"Can't this thing go any faster!" Wildwing muttered, pushing the pedal on the areowing (Is that right @-@) down to the floor. Mallory
was holding onto the seat so hard her knuckles were white.
"Wildwing slow down! We won't be able to save Nosedive if we're dead!"
"Somethings terribly wrong with him! I can feel it!"
********************************************************************************************
"Harder boy!" Nosedive was working as hard as he could, his 11-year-old body totally exhausted. He tried to go faster but he just couldn't.
The barbed whip struck his back with all the force in the gaurd. A long bloody gash formed on Dive's back. He gave a weak cry of pain.
The guard smirked, and hit him again. And again. He whimpered, falling to his knees. The gaurd didn't let up, hitting him each time with as
much force as the first time. After so long he just crumbled to the floor. The red circle dimmed and Dive opened his eyes again. His back
was stinging, his head and body ached. It had been 1/2 an hour since Dragaunus had started this game of his. Draggy was seriously enjoying
himself. Dive, needless to say, was having no fun at all. He lay there, panting, on the floor of the cube. Each memorie, starting with the first one
had gotten worse, and he'd gotten older. And they were more painful. While he was pondering the relationships between them he came to a conclussion.
They all had ended just before he'd felt the security of his big brothers arms. And somehow that made it even more painful.
"I've dragged you through pain duck, no lets try something a little different." Dragaunus pushed the blue button on his consoul. The corisponding button
lit up. Another memory filled NoseDive's vision. He was back on Puckworld. It was in the Flashblade home and his parents had given him and Wildwing
thier first ice cream cone. His was chocoalate and was sweet and runny. It stuck to his beak and feathers as he tried to eat it as fast as possible. Wildwing
was laughing at him as Mrs. Flashblade tried to whipe of his face. The memory felt so good, he let his gaurd down. Suddenly the blue turned off and the red
flashed back. He was in one of the camps, and some beige ducks where pelting him with rocks.
"Freak!"
"Worthless little monster!"
"You're a waste of flesh!"
"Why don't you die and save the air for those of us that can do something without Big Brother watching over us all the time!" Dive wasn't sure which hurt
worse. The rocks or the words. One boy picked up a particularly sharp rock and chucked it at the back of his head. It cut deeply, just like the jabs and daunts.
Red dim, Blue on.
Playing a game with Wildwing. Something similar to human charades. Wildwing was trying to get him to guess what animal he was being.
Dive knew he was trying to be a monkey but was playing along and pretending not to be able to guess. Both were trying thier hardest not to laugh.
Blue off, red on.
A memory of one of thier foster parents being abusive to him after getting drunk. Wildwing wasn't there yet, but he was due home soon. The man was smaking him
around telling him how worthless he was. Punch after Punch connected with his face. The NoseDive of the present was crying out in pain, feeling every hit all over
again.
"That's it Duck! I'm going to drag your mind through hell!" Dragaunus laughed as he switched back to blue.
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"Did you find the signal yet Tanya?" Wildwing asked, sick to his stomache. 45 minutes had passed of his brothers 2 1/2 hours had passed. 45 minutes of who knows what.
"Not yet. But I'm looking."
"We'll keep patroling the area. Keep in touch."
"Right." Wildwing sighed. Quilt and regret filled his chest.
"I'm sorry Dive. If I hadn't been pressing you so hard you wouldn't have taken off. And then you wouldn't be in this mess. I promised you you wouldn't get hurt." Angerily he
glared out the window. "Dragaunus! You're going to pay! I swear it!"
