Bed of roses
Chapter 6
By shadows/of/flame
Cowering in the shadows didn't help the young boy from seeing the horror around him.
He winced as his saver, Torn, coughed and spluttered as Erol slammed him into the wall again.
All the air escaped from his lungs, and he winced as he tried to get some air back into his ravaged lungs.
"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NOT TO HELP THE PRISONER? WHEN WILL YOU UNDERSTAND!" Erol roared, kicking Torn sharply in the ribs again.
"He needed... my help! He needed proper food! Hes not... just one... of your lab rats!" Torn yelled back, but all he got in response was a kick in the ribs, and a harsh slap across the face.
"DON'T ANSWER BACK!" Erol roared, smacking Torn again, drawing blood from his nose.
"THIS COULD GET US BOTH FIRED! BECAUSE OF YOUR STUPIDITY, WE'RE BOTH IN JEOPARDY!"
Torn coughed up blood, and replied "I would rather... be fired... than live... knowing there was someone I could have... saved. Experimenting on another human being is... awful and... inhumane!"
Erol sighed deeply, and hit Torn over the head with the butt of his gun.
Torns ravaged body couldn't take anymore, and he collapsed face first onto the ground.
The other Krimzon Guards looked on to the torture, some snorting, before turning away, and others looking at their commander with grief and sorrow before turning away, back to their duties.
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Torn was locked up in a cell for the night, his unconcious form casting a shadow over Jaks cell.
The little boy wondered how it was possible to help the Krimzon Guard that had helped him, and eventually found a loose rock in one of the stone walls.
He slowly and quietly pulled it out, and slipped through the new hole, making his way through to Torns cell.
When the patrolling KG were out of line of sight of Torns cell, and none of the other prisoners were looking, the small boy tended to Torns wounds and helped him recover, unconcious though he was.
A splitting headache greeted the KG commander as he woke up a few days later, still in the cell, with a small, damp cloth dabbing at his feverish forehead.
He opened one eye blearily, and saw Jak smiling slightly at him.
"You... got in?" Torn whispered.
The boy nodded, smiling slightly at Torn.
"But... how? The doors are sealed shut!"
Jak pointed discreetly to the stone, which was back in the wall, but jutting out slightly so he could remove it and climb back through.
Jak had bandages as big as the Eiffel Tower on his chest and arms, but he was still smiling.
Torn, surprised at his own actions, cuddled up slightly to the young boy. It was a comforting feeling, to have another life there, like a light in an otherwise bleak situation.
Jak moved around until he was comfy in Torns arms, and fell fast asleep, he also enjoying the comforts of another human being.
Torn looked at the young elf, so asleep and, for once, serenely peaceful, not having a reason to be afraid.
'I promised myself I would protect him, and even today, I look over him, even though it doesn't seem like it very much... I guess I treated him a lot better back then.'
The older commander decided he needed a sleep too, and closed his bruised eyes, hoping the nightmare would end soon...
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Heavy boots echoed against the cells, ricocheting around and making even more of an echo.
As the sound reached Torns ears, he knew that he was in trouble.
"GET UP!"
Torn knew it was Praxis this time, judging by the amount of spit flying onto his face.
Torn sat up slowly, arms aching from sleeping awkwardly on them.
Praxis grabbed Torn by the back of his collar, and dragged him out of the cell, Torns boots making a neverending screech as the metal toes were dragged along the damp concrete.
"Why are you in a fucking cell? Your troops are in disarray! FIX IT!"
Torn stumbled into his bedroom after Praxis had released him, wiping the spit off his face before speedily changing into his KG uniform.
"I really need to leave this place..." Torn groaned to himself, radioing Ashelin.
"Where are my troops?" he asked.
Ashelin snorted.
"YOUR troops? Torn, haven't you heard the news?"
"What?" Torn asked.
Torn swore that Ashelin was smirking.
"Haven't you heard? Erols taken your place as commander of the Krimzon Guard... You've been demoted Torn."
Bit short, but thats teh mushiness bitfor ya. Big fight next chappie, and the big surprise is still to come :)