Title: Forgiven
Author: Keridwen
Disclaimer: Ok, after re reading my piece a few times I have noticed a few things.
1. I am very erratic with the conversation between Jocelyn and Leonard. I am still trying to find a better way to convey their constant moods swings when they're fighting. I ask for tips. Flames ok, I already know I need help with this
2 Also I don't claim to be the expert on divorced people. I have observed a few cases that, for me, have come close to home, but my parents are still happily married, I hope I am hitting it close to the mark. Also I am not making light of divorce, it is a terrible thing, and it had screwed up many of my friends as they were growing up.
3 It is hard to remember, but these Nilians are Empaths in a way. They do read the emotions of the prisoners during everything that goes on which is why they separated L and J rather quickly at the end of chapter five, I am just not focusing on that right now, so that is why I have only mentioned it a few times. It will come back in this chapter, and at the end to illustrate a minor point.
Ok I'm done for now, I'll give anyone ten federation credits if they can guess who Star Trek belongs to! If you don't know, well, you obviously are new to my stories at least.
P.S. If you hate torture, skip this one.
You've been warned
Chapter Seven: Pain
McCoy regained consciousness just as the interrogator shut the door to the cell.
"He isn't talking just yet."
"I don't care what it takes, get it out of him."
McCoy stiffened just as the door shut once again and footsteps walked over to where he lay on the floor. The guard leaned down and whispered into his ear."
"Tell me, tell me what we need to know."
McCoy didn't move.
"I know you are in pain, I can feel it. You also are determined to keep to yourself what you know. I hope you last for a little longer, I have a new toy I am just dying to try out."
The interrogators last toy had been a shock stick that had sent waves of electricity through the victim.
He grabbed McCoy by the collar and hauled him to his knees. " They tell me you are the healer on your space vessel. Tell me, do you need your hands to do this healing?"
He grabbed one of McCoy's hands and held it against the floor.
"I hope so, I hope you enjoy helping others.
He took his booted foot and slammed it down on the hand. He smiled in satisfaction as he felt bones crunch, and the wave of pain that came from his victim.
"I am taking away everything you enjoy, Healer."
"You can't control me through torture," whispered McCoy through gritted teeth and pain filled gasps.
"Oh yes I can, I am excellent at what I do. I can control you through all aspects of your mind. I can break your body."
Another boot on the other hand.
"And your mind. Your feel pain and I know you feel it, so no amount of willpower keeps your desires away from me."
"Oh yes, and I also control your soul."
A blast from and energy weapon came through the window.
"That is how I control your soul. That was the execution of your companion. I hope you didn't care for her too much."
"You a... are a "
"I am what? I am sure you were just about to call me a very nasty name; I can feel it beginning in your heart. You hate me, but you also despair. This despair will be your undoing Doctor. Your companion is gone and you shall soon follow."
He dropped McCoy on the floor again and asked, "Now TELL ME, where is the federation base. We know it is on our planet. Tell me quickly!"
The Doctor remained silent.
The guard kicked him in disgust and stepped outside again.
The light in the cell faded, leaving McCoy on the floor of the damp cell. His breathing remained shallow, and slowly he tried to move. The words of the interrogator came back with stinging clarity.
/He'll make it so you can never heal again/
He sat up carefully, not moving his now broken and useless fingers. They were blissfully numb and swollen, so the pain wasn't enough to make him pass out.
Without the use of his fingers he had no hope of escape. He had only one weapon left to him, and ironically, it was the interrogator himself who had given it to him.
/ This despair will be your undoing, Doctor/
Despair was the key. Despair would keep him alive. As long as he was on the brink of despair, he had a chance. He knew he had a chance because the interrogator had also told him something else.
Jocelyn was alive.
He knew her; she wouldn't just let anyone drag her off to be shot.
They would have to go through hell first.
Well Duh folks, what is the number one rule of Star Trek?
No, not that ew, I can't believe you would think of such a thing!
#1 rule: main characters DON"T DIE.
EVER
NEVER
ESPECIALLY NOT VULCANS
ONLY PEOPLE IN RED SHIRTS
OK now that that is clear, next chapter.
Author: Keridwen
Disclaimer: Ok, after re reading my piece a few times I have noticed a few things.
1. I am very erratic with the conversation between Jocelyn and Leonard. I am still trying to find a better way to convey their constant moods swings when they're fighting. I ask for tips. Flames ok, I already know I need help with this
2 Also I don't claim to be the expert on divorced people. I have observed a few cases that, for me, have come close to home, but my parents are still happily married, I hope I am hitting it close to the mark. Also I am not making light of divorce, it is a terrible thing, and it had screwed up many of my friends as they were growing up.
3 It is hard to remember, but these Nilians are Empaths in a way. They do read the emotions of the prisoners during everything that goes on which is why they separated L and J rather quickly at the end of chapter five, I am just not focusing on that right now, so that is why I have only mentioned it a few times. It will come back in this chapter, and at the end to illustrate a minor point.
Ok I'm done for now, I'll give anyone ten federation credits if they can guess who Star Trek belongs to! If you don't know, well, you obviously are new to my stories at least.
P.S. If you hate torture, skip this one.
You've been warned
Chapter Seven: Pain
McCoy regained consciousness just as the interrogator shut the door to the cell.
"He isn't talking just yet."
"I don't care what it takes, get it out of him."
McCoy stiffened just as the door shut once again and footsteps walked over to where he lay on the floor. The guard leaned down and whispered into his ear."
"Tell me, tell me what we need to know."
McCoy didn't move.
"I know you are in pain, I can feel it. You also are determined to keep to yourself what you know. I hope you last for a little longer, I have a new toy I am just dying to try out."
The interrogators last toy had been a shock stick that had sent waves of electricity through the victim.
He grabbed McCoy by the collar and hauled him to his knees. " They tell me you are the healer on your space vessel. Tell me, do you need your hands to do this healing?"
He grabbed one of McCoy's hands and held it against the floor.
"I hope so, I hope you enjoy helping others.
He took his booted foot and slammed it down on the hand. He smiled in satisfaction as he felt bones crunch, and the wave of pain that came from his victim.
"I am taking away everything you enjoy, Healer."
"You can't control me through torture," whispered McCoy through gritted teeth and pain filled gasps.
"Oh yes I can, I am excellent at what I do. I can control you through all aspects of your mind. I can break your body."
Another boot on the other hand.
"And your mind. Your feel pain and I know you feel it, so no amount of willpower keeps your desires away from me."
"Oh yes, and I also control your soul."
A blast from and energy weapon came through the window.
"That is how I control your soul. That was the execution of your companion. I hope you didn't care for her too much."
"You a... are a "
"I am what? I am sure you were just about to call me a very nasty name; I can feel it beginning in your heart. You hate me, but you also despair. This despair will be your undoing Doctor. Your companion is gone and you shall soon follow."
He dropped McCoy on the floor again and asked, "Now TELL ME, where is the federation base. We know it is on our planet. Tell me quickly!"
The Doctor remained silent.
The guard kicked him in disgust and stepped outside again.
The light in the cell faded, leaving McCoy on the floor of the damp cell. His breathing remained shallow, and slowly he tried to move. The words of the interrogator came back with stinging clarity.
/He'll make it so you can never heal again/
He sat up carefully, not moving his now broken and useless fingers. They were blissfully numb and swollen, so the pain wasn't enough to make him pass out.
Without the use of his fingers he had no hope of escape. He had only one weapon left to him, and ironically, it was the interrogator himself who had given it to him.
/ This despair will be your undoing, Doctor/
Despair was the key. Despair would keep him alive. As long as he was on the brink of despair, he had a chance. He knew he had a chance because the interrogator had also told him something else.
Jocelyn was alive.
He knew her; she wouldn't just let anyone drag her off to be shot.
They would have to go through hell first.
Well Duh folks, what is the number one rule of Star Trek?
No, not that ew, I can't believe you would think of such a thing!
#1 rule: main characters DON"T DIE.
EVER
NEVER
ESPECIALLY NOT VULCANS
ONLY PEOPLE IN RED SHIRTS
OK now that that is clear, next chapter.