This takes place right after Quatre destroys Sandrock, and is in space in
the shuttle, unconscious. Duo has just been taken captive and Heero is
planning to save him. I changed the plot around a bit.
I don't really care if the facts I have aren't correct. It's my fic; I can do what I want.
Disclaimer: I own none of the Gundam Wing characters.
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Heero acted as if nothing about it bothered him, but Duo was in a semi- state of shock. He clenched his fists together and tried to fight back tears as he watched the man, Jim, lower the knife down upon Quatre's exposed back to draw the board.
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Quatre had his eyes closed, and was trying to will himself into unconsciousness again, when the sharp pain on his back awoke him. Almost forgetting himself, he nearly cried out. He jerked, trying to escape his tormenters. Jim had drawn the first, red line of the board. Gritting his teeth, Quatre tried to figure out what they were doing to him, and remade his vow not to cry out. Jim drew the second line, and when it crossed over the first, Quatre could barely hold in a whimper of pain. The third and fourth lines were drawn swiftly after that, leaving Quatre wondering how much longer this would keep up, and what the two were doing.
Joe took the knife and made an O in the upper right hand corner, and Jim swiftly made an X in the middle. Quatre's eyes opened wide with pain and shock and he almost stopped breathing. This is too much. . .Duo! Someone! Help me!
Cassie entered the room where all the men were waiting in line to enter the room where Quatre was tied up. She went straight over to the first man in line, ignoring the men's comments about her good looks and body, and, faking tears, said to him, "that pilot in there killed my husband! Sir, I would be forever in debt to you if you would let me go in front of you!"
He looked down at her and shook his head. "Get to the back of the line, lady. I've been waiting more than an hour to get up here."
Cassie squared her shoulders and stared the man straight in the eyes. "Then I offer a challenge to you. If I can beat you in an arm wrestle, I go in front of you."
The man, who was fairly strong, laughed at her. "Sure, pretty thing, I'll take you on!"
Cassie didn't have the strength to match this man, but Quatre had taught her a few tricks. "When you're arm-wrestling contest, squeeze the person's hand as hard as possible. That'll stop him from focusing all his strength on his arm. Next, you stare him straight in the eyes and don't look at your arm. That'll make him uneasy. Last, just put all of your strength into your lower arm. Form a base that he can't knock over."
She smiled grimly and took the mans hand. She followed all of Quatre's advice that he had given her, and won the match. The man she had beat stood up and looked mystified. But he kept his promise to Cassie and let her go in front. It was all she could do to stop crying. Soon she would see Quatre, yes, but it wouldn't be a happy meeting.
The men were chuckling at their clever thinking. Joe of them leaned over and made a small cut on Quatre's neck, then turned back to the game. He drew an O in the lower left hand corner, making it a tic-tac-toe. He looked with triumph at his partner, then drew a line across his three Os. "Harr. I gets t'sign my name, and you get t'put yer initials. Deals a deal."
Jim spat angrily, making sure to aim at Quatre's back. The young boy wrinkled his nose up in disgust. He didn't want these foul creatures to touch him anymore.
"Deals a deal, pardner. Yew goes firs'."
Joe picked up the knife again and carved his name, Joe Shontle. He used slow, deep strokes, and Quatre couldn't help but let out a small noise of protest at the pain.
Jim laughed. "So yew do 'ave feelin's! 'Ere I thought yew were jus' cold and cruel and unfeeling all this time! My turn, Joe." Joe handed him the knife, and Jim carved his initials, JK. He dug so deeply, and went over the lines several times, that Quatre couldn't stand it any longer. He screamed in agony, causing both men to laugh joyfully. They each gave him a swift kick to the stomach, and left the room.
The soldier entered again and roughly put Quatre's shirt back on him, which triggered a groan from the near unconscious form. He received a swift punch in the face and came back to his full senses again. He was tied in his original position again, arms behind his back. The soldier left and it didn't take long for the next person to enter.
A.N. Well…there's one of my attempts to write pain and torture. I know this whole tic-tac-toe idea may seem a bit…gross...but it's just the kind of person I am.
Please review, and thanks for reading.
~Lady V.
I don't really care if the facts I have aren't correct. It's my fic; I can do what I want.
Disclaimer: I own none of the Gundam Wing characters.
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Heero acted as if nothing about it bothered him, but Duo was in a semi- state of shock. He clenched his fists together and tried to fight back tears as he watched the man, Jim, lower the knife down upon Quatre's exposed back to draw the board.
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Quatre had his eyes closed, and was trying to will himself into unconsciousness again, when the sharp pain on his back awoke him. Almost forgetting himself, he nearly cried out. He jerked, trying to escape his tormenters. Jim had drawn the first, red line of the board. Gritting his teeth, Quatre tried to figure out what they were doing to him, and remade his vow not to cry out. Jim drew the second line, and when it crossed over the first, Quatre could barely hold in a whimper of pain. The third and fourth lines were drawn swiftly after that, leaving Quatre wondering how much longer this would keep up, and what the two were doing.
Joe took the knife and made an O in the upper right hand corner, and Jim swiftly made an X in the middle. Quatre's eyes opened wide with pain and shock and he almost stopped breathing. This is too much. . .Duo! Someone! Help me!
Cassie entered the room where all the men were waiting in line to enter the room where Quatre was tied up. She went straight over to the first man in line, ignoring the men's comments about her good looks and body, and, faking tears, said to him, "that pilot in there killed my husband! Sir, I would be forever in debt to you if you would let me go in front of you!"
He looked down at her and shook his head. "Get to the back of the line, lady. I've been waiting more than an hour to get up here."
Cassie squared her shoulders and stared the man straight in the eyes. "Then I offer a challenge to you. If I can beat you in an arm wrestle, I go in front of you."
The man, who was fairly strong, laughed at her. "Sure, pretty thing, I'll take you on!"
Cassie didn't have the strength to match this man, but Quatre had taught her a few tricks. "When you're arm-wrestling contest, squeeze the person's hand as hard as possible. That'll stop him from focusing all his strength on his arm. Next, you stare him straight in the eyes and don't look at your arm. That'll make him uneasy. Last, just put all of your strength into your lower arm. Form a base that he can't knock over."
She smiled grimly and took the mans hand. She followed all of Quatre's advice that he had given her, and won the match. The man she had beat stood up and looked mystified. But he kept his promise to Cassie and let her go in front. It was all she could do to stop crying. Soon she would see Quatre, yes, but it wouldn't be a happy meeting.
The men were chuckling at their clever thinking. Joe of them leaned over and made a small cut on Quatre's neck, then turned back to the game. He drew an O in the lower left hand corner, making it a tic-tac-toe. He looked with triumph at his partner, then drew a line across his three Os. "Harr. I gets t'sign my name, and you get t'put yer initials. Deals a deal."
Jim spat angrily, making sure to aim at Quatre's back. The young boy wrinkled his nose up in disgust. He didn't want these foul creatures to touch him anymore.
"Deals a deal, pardner. Yew goes firs'."
Joe picked up the knife again and carved his name, Joe Shontle. He used slow, deep strokes, and Quatre couldn't help but let out a small noise of protest at the pain.
Jim laughed. "So yew do 'ave feelin's! 'Ere I thought yew were jus' cold and cruel and unfeeling all this time! My turn, Joe." Joe handed him the knife, and Jim carved his initials, JK. He dug so deeply, and went over the lines several times, that Quatre couldn't stand it any longer. He screamed in agony, causing both men to laugh joyfully. They each gave him a swift kick to the stomach, and left the room.
The soldier entered again and roughly put Quatre's shirt back on him, which triggered a groan from the near unconscious form. He received a swift punch in the face and came back to his full senses again. He was tied in his original position again, arms behind his back. The soldier left and it didn't take long for the next person to enter.
A.N. Well…there's one of my attempts to write pain and torture. I know this whole tic-tac-toe idea may seem a bit…gross...but it's just the kind of person I am.
Please review, and thanks for reading.
~Lady V.