Your Kind….
Chapter 18: Questions
By: Jen "The Stampede" Motou
I opened my eyes slowly, seeing the blotches of colors blur before me. I could still feel my arms firmly tided behind my back, as my eyes focused on my lap. "I believe he's come to, Commander." A deep voice from behind echoed, and I then heard an intrigued coo from the front. "Urgh…." I groaned, the pain in my head continued to rest in the very back, causing the room to feel as if it was spinning. "Now then, where was I?" the forward voice spoke, in a sort of cocky tone. I failed to lift up my head at his words; it was too much effort when the headache was just beginning to subside. "That's right…..what were the Legged Ships plans?" I yet again failed to reply in any such fashion that could have been considered as such. I only closed my eyes and let out another groan, as I felt the small stream of blood continue to flow from my now cracked bottom lip. I heard a growl, and the words repeated. I still did nothing.
I soon felt a white gloved hand wrap it's self firmly around my slender neck, forcing my head up and my eyes to lock with my captor's. "Do not make light of me boy. If you value your friend at all, you will respond. What are the legged ships plans?" Still dizzy, I retorted in a rather cocky tone. "It's called the Arch-Angel Not the "Legged ship"." A low growl admitted from his throat once more, but it faded into a grin. He then nodded to a soldier standing behind me. As ordered the soldier soon stood before me, and rewarded my arrogance with a swift punch to my stomach. I yelped in agony, from the blow, doubling over in pain. "Urgh…." I moaned in my half slumped over position, my arms pulling tight, as they pressed against the chair. "I say again, what are the legged ships plans?"
I lifted my head still slumped over to glare deep into his 'eyes'. I then gritted my teeth, much like a cornered animal baring its fangs, and hissed viscously, "Go to HELL." For as horrid as I sounded, I didn't strike the fear, or at least anger, I had hoped too. He in turn only smiled, and rose from his seat, and walked the short distance it took to tower over my small injured form. "My dear boy, this war is hell, so it's hard to go there." He spoke calmly as I glared at him, his grin the changed to rage, as his hand struck my cheek, forcefully knocking my head to the side. "You've been here for at least four months, and still so much arrogance! How dare you talk back to me! Now you will answer my questions, or I can have your so-called-faith crushed rather easily." 'Athrun…don't you touch him…' Was thought in mind however my tongue was quicker, and spat a harsh "Fuck off!" Before I realized what I was saying my tongue had gotten the best of me, and was on a "roll". "You can't even do anything yourself! Fucking loser. All you do is attack defenseless neutral colonies, and steal the opposing side's technology because you can't come up with it on your own! You're a Fucking murderer! Fuck Off, I'm not tellin' you shit! Bastard!"
His composer changed little at my outburst. He just looked to the soldiers behind me, and stated rather calmly "You may leave." "Sir!" They all shouted, and I heard them exit the room. My blonde haired captor then approached me from behind and released my bound arms. I jumped up quickly and spun around. Backing away from him, he grinned as he continued to close the distance, the tension in the air thickening quickly. He held a small blade in his left hand, it seemed to have the intent to use it. I took a few more steps backwards, before he charged me slamming my body against the wall, and driving the blade deep into my right shoulder, and then removing quickly. I could assume from his laughter, he did it only to hear the shrill screams of utter pain escape my lungs. It could have been a reason to see the signs of utter pain, and fear that were now, etched upon my young features. He snickered as he wrapped his hand around my neck again, and ran the smooth metal across my face. "Stubborn one aren't you? Well hear me boy, tell any of this to dear Mr. Zala and I'll kill you." I glared at him, and let out a low growl. "Why wait? Do it!" I ordered, and instead of him taking me up on the offer he sent yet another blow to my stomach and then rolled up the white t-shirt sleeve covering my left arm. "Healed well huh?" without much warning he then slid the blade beneath the skin and broke the wound my Gundam had previously given, back open, and I felt the warm liquid, that was my blood splash down my arm and to the floor. Releasing his grasp on my neck, I fell to the floor crying, more of sobbing, as the pain overcame me. "Fine, if you tell any of this to Athrun I'll kill Him."
To Be Continued…..