G.P.G.T.S
By: Black Wolf
This started as a fun…short… story but it kind of turned into a long story that traces back to its rather brutal roots. I started this story in my head to help me sleep, and I found a funny picture of the Gundam pilots in what looks like detention or study hall. So I wrote a story about it. Hopefully you'll notice the way I write quickly because it'll be really confusing if you don't. If you don't remember my email find part 1 and get it from there. Short Chapter, Sorry, I got stuck.
Sit back and enjoy!
G.P.G.T.S
Part 2:
Level 10 Punishment
"Now I thought you were smarter than that Mr. Yuy." The dean grinned at him. Heero fought the impulse to squish him into the ground like the bug he was. The only thing that kept him from it was his self-control. It wasn't worth prison to kill the bastard.
"Sir?" Heero feigned innocence well but not well enough to fool a sadist. "I was sent here to work on a project for battle strategies. I would appreciate it if you would let me work in peace." He smirked at him.
"Level ten punishment. Insubordination." The dean grinned at Heero evilly.
"Report to the final exam area tomorrow immediately after school." The evil, fake smile made Heero's stomach churn. "I'll make sure it goes in the book."
"Sir, how many levels of punishment are there?" Heero asked as the dean turned to leave.
"Ten." He answered without turning around. He kept walking out of the Library.
"Oh shit," He swore under his breath and turned back towards his computer. He typed rapidly for a moment then stopped and thought, for the first time, what they were going to do to him. Being a military academy, and a school for 'hopeless cases' they had certain liberties. He had heard of level ten punishments, none of them seemed very bad. But there hadn't been any since the new dean had showed up. The highest anyone had gone was level six. Heero had skipped them all and had gone straight to ten. "I guess I'll find out later." He turned to his computer and continued working.
Later that day Heero returned to his 'dorm', which was more of a cubicle. So they couldn't put him in solitary confinement. He was too valuable to kill him, and that wouldn't be a punishment anyway. HE didn't see the other four boys until the next morning. He didn't have enough time to talk to them either. They all wished him luck before going to class. Heero went through the day uneventfully. He reported as he was told to the final exam building after school. He figured the wait was part of the punishment. So he didn't let it bother him. Half and an hour later the dean finally showed up and led him into a building with sparse things in it. There was a table with straps where wrists, elbows, knees, ankles and torso would be. Upon closer inspection the wall room looked like a torture chamber. All kinds of harm inflicting weapons hung from the walls. He knew what they were going to do now. He bolted for the door. Two burly men were blocking it. Suddenly a light switch was flicked and a circle of men appeared with the extra light. The place was defiantly designed for inflicting harm. The floor sloped to a drain, it reminded him of a slaughterhouse, where the blood was run from the animals. At a signal from the dean four of the burly men took Heero and fastened him roughly to the table.
"Belt," the dean barked and it was brought to his hand instantly. IT was not a regular leather belt, it studded. Heero now knew what was going to happen, but he didn't expect what happened next, he was wheeled out onto the training grounds, the whole school was there. They were going to use him as an example. He closed his eyes as the swish of the belt ended in a slap on his skin. The studs would bruise but not break the skin. The next hit landed on his chest, effectively de-airing him. His shirt was providing some amount of protection against the lashing but was looking thinner. "Whip," the weapon materialized in his hand. With a quick flick of his wrist Heero's shirt was shredded in half. With another snap the rest of the shirt fell away. The next strike opened his chest and tore muscles. "Scream, it'll reduce the pain," the dean growled low.
"Never…you farking bastard," Heero snarled in-between gasps for air. It hurt like hell but he wouldn't give him the pleasure of him screaming. The dean re-acted by letting out a flurry of blows all over Heero's body.
"Flip him over." The dean commanded and it was done. He called for another weapon and began the assault on Heero's back. After several more lashes of the new weapon had bruised his flesh, the dean took to shredding the skin. At this point many of the schools students had gathered to watch. This fit perfectly into the dean's hands. 'Yes, this fits perfectly. Make an example out of him, so no one else will dare try.'
On a hill just above the field, a new school nurse watched. At the age of fifteen she was young for a nurse. She's graduated at the age of thirteen. She's been on her way to start her internship with the school medical staff when she heard the murmurings of a large crowd of people. She climbed a small rise to investigate further. Just as she topped the rise the crowd began to break up. Just a few people lingered to impede her view. From her perch it appeared as if someone had been beaten to a pulp and the spectators were just leaving. As a group of people walked by she heard snatches of conversation.
"That was pointless," "That was utterly disgusting," "Geez, I hope he survives," "He didn't even scream." She waited until the grounds were devoid of people and then went down to investigate. The 'pulp' was chained Crucifix style to a post. After several minutes of gloating, the final person left the area. She waited several more minutes until she was sure it was safe and then treaded cautiously down to the prone figure. Blood oozed down his torso and soaked through the tatters of his shirt and pants.
After a tremendous effort involving slipping the boys hands through the manacles, the girl stood back and thought about the best way to transfer him to safety.
End of Part 2