Just around the Corner. Chapter 8
Whooo hooo, 8 chapters I'm a happy me. You know what, I'm in a pretty evil mood so in this chapter I might torture a little blonde individual who is manacled and locked in a dungeon... any guesses who? : Rubs hands together evilly: don't kill me though, I might free him in the end... or I might not. I have the power. :Dances:
Disclaimer: well, I grabbed my badger army together and we're going to storm Squaresoft and kidnap my Tidus (and maybe Vincent and Zidane) and move to Thailand. Still holding up the offer for anyone who wants to help. Heheh.
Tidus POV
Two weeks, that's how long I have left to live. 14 bloody days. Ferret and Spid told me as they dragged me from the cell to test a new toy. It included whirling spikes digging into my flesh with me strapped to a table. They loved it so much I couldn't walk out of the metal chamber without support. They still made me though, prodding my back and jabbing my legs with one of the long spikes.
Its been 6 days since I was caught, 3 days ago I talked to Yuna in our dreams, since then I haven't managed, either for the fact that she was awake or I was being brutally tortured with a new invention of my captors. I did manage to catch Rikku though, her dream was quite... interesting, heheh, it was filled with machina and desserts. I had to fight off a robotic scone before I could get to her. We didn't have much of a talk due to the fact that I was sorely weakened from my morning beating. I think I convinced her that I was alive but I doubt she would have remembered it by the time she awoke.
My hope is slowly draining away from me, I don't have much left, and that dies a little every time Ferret whips me or with every threat Spid makes. I have to play their stupid games or else I get put in with the stuck in a cage with a rabid fiend treatment again. Their less painful games include after my meal (a piece of dry bread and some water in a filthy cup) I must jog around my cell in a circle slapping the wall to the tune of Yankee Doodle. Then once they have had their fun with me all-day I must recite the following words.
"I Tidus, the chosen one of the faith, the one who is not supposed to exist that will not exist in 2 weeks except a bloody corpse. My throat will be slit and my blood will pour off an altar in Bevelle. Thus granting power to those who want it. I have no friends and if I do they all think I'm dead and don't care about me." Ferret thinks it's a lovely game and sometimes says it along with me so he can enjoy it more. The more painful games can be anything from hanging me by my hair, Serious whipping or their personal favourite, "lets see which objects produce most blood when shoved into skin."
I am sat in my cell trying to clean my fresh wounds. Ferret and Spid don't even bother to keep me manacled anymore. I don't even have the strength to walk, and they both have weapons. I tear off another strip off my shorts, they don't look like shorts anymore, in fact none of my clothes look the same as they did. I have ripped loads of strips off to clean my never-ending wounds. I hiss as the dirty cloth touches the gash on the back of my leg, blood has caked all over and since I keep getting attacked my body has numbed itself to most of the pain. I don't even know where there is a cut since my whole body hurts with a numb throb. I have nearly finished wiping the blood off licking the back of my leg where it is tender, when I hear my door open. I close my eyes praying its Wakka or Lulu come to rescue me. Footsteps echo in the small metal room and I hear a chuckle, I knew who the chuckle belongs to but I'm still praying it isn't him. I open my eyes slowly to confirm the truth that I am still prisoner, that Wakka and Lulu aren't coming to rescue me. Ferret laughs and sneers at me.
"Finished licking your wounds like a dog? Good. The boss has got a new toy for you to test for us." He pulls out an oval object; it was metallic and shone a little in the dim light. I look closely at it but all I can determine from it is that it's a machina.
Do you want to know what it does?" Ferret laughs then flicks something on the back of it. A faint buzzing noise is heard and at the end of the oval some electric blue shocks fly about. I subconsciously crawl away from it until my back hits the wall and I know I'm trapped. I know what that machina is. Ferret walks closer to me and flicks the back of the machina again and the buzzing grows louder so does the blue sparks at the end. I cringe and tense my whole body. Ferret laughs that annoying sneering laugh again and dives at me.
My eyes are scrunched shut, and I bite my tongue as I wait for the pain. I don't have to wait long; a searing jolt runs through me spouting from my left shoulder. It feels like its on my fire and is going to melt off, I wish it would! That way it would hurt less. I try to focus on something other than the pain in my shoulder and I find that biting my tongue so as not to scream works. I don't want to give Ferret the pleasure knowing how much pain I'm in. It works and the pain in my body lessens, so does the pain in my shoulder. I dare to open my eyes and see that Ferret has taken the thing off my skin, I can smell burning flesh and my mouth is full of blood. I must have bit my tongue so hard I cut it. I feebly try to spit the blood at Ferret, some of it catches his shoes and he tuts.
"What do you think you are doing? I like these shoes. Maybe I should turn the power of my Joltzer (the machina) up. What do you say?" I groan, just let him kill me, I cant live much longer, I need to die now, please let him kill me now so then I'm free and then my blood cant give them the power they want. Please kill me.
"Eh? You want to die now? You'll just have to wait, two weeks then you will get your wish, until then..." the buzzing increases. I smack my head mentally, I didn't know I'd said the last sentence. Any more self cursing would have to wait however, as the pain in my shoulder is multiplied by dozens. I try to focus on not screaming but I find my mouth is wide open and the scream is louder than ever. My body wracks back and forth as I arch my back and flail my arms. I cant breathe! I've forgotten how to breathe, I can't think of anything but the pain. Kill me! Kill me! KILL ME!
I release one final piercing scream as my mind is wrenched into oblivion and my body ceases the flailing and just twitches pathetically on the floor.
Am I mean? Do you want to beat me up? if the answer is yes to both those questions then just remember one thing... is he dead? He could be. I am the one who decides, so to help me decide you have to review. And I might even loan out some atomic badgers to people, just to see if they work. Well, I'll see you in the next chapter.
Whooo hooo, 8 chapters I'm a happy me. You know what, I'm in a pretty evil mood so in this chapter I might torture a little blonde individual who is manacled and locked in a dungeon... any guesses who? : Rubs hands together evilly: don't kill me though, I might free him in the end... or I might not. I have the power. :Dances:
Disclaimer: well, I grabbed my badger army together and we're going to storm Squaresoft and kidnap my Tidus (and maybe Vincent and Zidane) and move to Thailand. Still holding up the offer for anyone who wants to help. Heheh.
Tidus POV
Two weeks, that's how long I have left to live. 14 bloody days. Ferret and Spid told me as they dragged me from the cell to test a new toy. It included whirling spikes digging into my flesh with me strapped to a table. They loved it so much I couldn't walk out of the metal chamber without support. They still made me though, prodding my back and jabbing my legs with one of the long spikes.
Its been 6 days since I was caught, 3 days ago I talked to Yuna in our dreams, since then I haven't managed, either for the fact that she was awake or I was being brutally tortured with a new invention of my captors. I did manage to catch Rikku though, her dream was quite... interesting, heheh, it was filled with machina and desserts. I had to fight off a robotic scone before I could get to her. We didn't have much of a talk due to the fact that I was sorely weakened from my morning beating. I think I convinced her that I was alive but I doubt she would have remembered it by the time she awoke.
My hope is slowly draining away from me, I don't have much left, and that dies a little every time Ferret whips me or with every threat Spid makes. I have to play their stupid games or else I get put in with the stuck in a cage with a rabid fiend treatment again. Their less painful games include after my meal (a piece of dry bread and some water in a filthy cup) I must jog around my cell in a circle slapping the wall to the tune of Yankee Doodle. Then once they have had their fun with me all-day I must recite the following words.
"I Tidus, the chosen one of the faith, the one who is not supposed to exist that will not exist in 2 weeks except a bloody corpse. My throat will be slit and my blood will pour off an altar in Bevelle. Thus granting power to those who want it. I have no friends and if I do they all think I'm dead and don't care about me." Ferret thinks it's a lovely game and sometimes says it along with me so he can enjoy it more. The more painful games can be anything from hanging me by my hair, Serious whipping or their personal favourite, "lets see which objects produce most blood when shoved into skin."
I am sat in my cell trying to clean my fresh wounds. Ferret and Spid don't even bother to keep me manacled anymore. I don't even have the strength to walk, and they both have weapons. I tear off another strip off my shorts, they don't look like shorts anymore, in fact none of my clothes look the same as they did. I have ripped loads of strips off to clean my never-ending wounds. I hiss as the dirty cloth touches the gash on the back of my leg, blood has caked all over and since I keep getting attacked my body has numbed itself to most of the pain. I don't even know where there is a cut since my whole body hurts with a numb throb. I have nearly finished wiping the blood off licking the back of my leg where it is tender, when I hear my door open. I close my eyes praying its Wakka or Lulu come to rescue me. Footsteps echo in the small metal room and I hear a chuckle, I knew who the chuckle belongs to but I'm still praying it isn't him. I open my eyes slowly to confirm the truth that I am still prisoner, that Wakka and Lulu aren't coming to rescue me. Ferret laughs and sneers at me.
"Finished licking your wounds like a dog? Good. The boss has got a new toy for you to test for us." He pulls out an oval object; it was metallic and shone a little in the dim light. I look closely at it but all I can determine from it is that it's a machina.
Do you want to know what it does?" Ferret laughs then flicks something on the back of it. A faint buzzing noise is heard and at the end of the oval some electric blue shocks fly about. I subconsciously crawl away from it until my back hits the wall and I know I'm trapped. I know what that machina is. Ferret walks closer to me and flicks the back of the machina again and the buzzing grows louder so does the blue sparks at the end. I cringe and tense my whole body. Ferret laughs that annoying sneering laugh again and dives at me.
My eyes are scrunched shut, and I bite my tongue as I wait for the pain. I don't have to wait long; a searing jolt runs through me spouting from my left shoulder. It feels like its on my fire and is going to melt off, I wish it would! That way it would hurt less. I try to focus on something other than the pain in my shoulder and I find that biting my tongue so as not to scream works. I don't want to give Ferret the pleasure knowing how much pain I'm in. It works and the pain in my body lessens, so does the pain in my shoulder. I dare to open my eyes and see that Ferret has taken the thing off my skin, I can smell burning flesh and my mouth is full of blood. I must have bit my tongue so hard I cut it. I feebly try to spit the blood at Ferret, some of it catches his shoes and he tuts.
"What do you think you are doing? I like these shoes. Maybe I should turn the power of my Joltzer (the machina) up. What do you say?" I groan, just let him kill me, I cant live much longer, I need to die now, please let him kill me now so then I'm free and then my blood cant give them the power they want. Please kill me.
"Eh? You want to die now? You'll just have to wait, two weeks then you will get your wish, until then..." the buzzing increases. I smack my head mentally, I didn't know I'd said the last sentence. Any more self cursing would have to wait however, as the pain in my shoulder is multiplied by dozens. I try to focus on not screaming but I find my mouth is wide open and the scream is louder than ever. My body wracks back and forth as I arch my back and flail my arms. I cant breathe! I've forgotten how to breathe, I can't think of anything but the pain. Kill me! Kill me! KILL ME!
I release one final piercing scream as my mind is wrenched into oblivion and my body ceases the flailing and just twitches pathetically on the floor.
Am I mean? Do you want to beat me up? if the answer is yes to both those questions then just remember one thing... is he dead? He could be. I am the one who decides, so to help me decide you have to review. And I might even loan out some atomic badgers to people, just to see if they work. Well, I'll see you in the next chapter.