Authors Note: Just to let you know, there is some torture in this chapter, I had a warning last chapter but incase you didn't notice I am reminding you again.
Another thing I would like to thank Hawk's Soul, she gave me great inspiration to write this chapter and it really touched how concerned she was for Hawkeye and I want to let her know if she is reading this that I promise I won't kill off Hawkeye…..yet wink, anyway on with the story.
The Man behind the Smile
Chapter 13: He Might Survive, But We're Not Sure
Margaret was sleeping, or she thought she was. She was standing in her wedding dress; at the alter; a man stood next to her. She couldn't see his face, but she knew who it was. She was still amazed at how skinny he was, "I do," he whispered softly and turned to face her.
Margaret smiled, "I do," she repeated, they leaned into to each other, their lips were inches apart, "Margaret," he whispered softly, "Margaret," slowly he seemed to pull away, he was shaking her gently, his face was melting away to look like someone else's.
"BJ?"
"Margaret, come on, wake up," so it was a dream, she sighed disappointedly. She opened her eyes, there standing above her was, BJ, Charles, and Colonel Potter.
"Come one, Major," Colonel said wrapping his arms around her shoulders and slowly pulling her to her feet.
"How did you get here?"
"We'll explain later," BJ said, putting an arm around her waste to help steady her.
"Hawkeye, we have to save him…." She muttered, barely coherent.
"Not in that condition," Charles said taking Colonel Potter's spot in supporting her, "you need food and water, before you do anything,"
"We have to get you out of here, we found an empty hallway, apparently there all away from there posts," Potter led them back through winding hallways and out the back door and it was surprisingly easy, no one was there to stop them, no guards at the door or anything.
"We have to get him out of there," Margaret wrenched herself away from the rest of them, "he's gonna get hurt, we have to help him,"
"Margaret, we don't know if there's anything we can do," BJ said, "eat something and we will try, we promise,"
Margaret grudgingly sat down and ate, they were right, she would only be a nuisance if she couldn't do anything.
She ate in record time and was up in an instant, "so what's the plan?"
"We have to get a bearing of the how the building is formatted first," Potter said, "we need to see how bad the situation is first, then we will go from there,"
Hawkeye was dragged into another room, he literally went down kicking. By the time they had him changed to the wall, three men were unconscious and one was doctoring a sore….groin area.
"Well, you certainly weren't going to go down easily," Jackson said from where he was sitting casually in a wooden chair in the corner. He crossed his legs and stared at Hawkeye for a minute, "so how are we going to do this Benny boy?"
"Don't call me that," he said through clenched teeth, "it really gets on my nerves."
"Here," Margaret said, she was looking through a three foot high window, inside was Margaret and Hawkeye starring at each other, "that's sick," she said. Hawkeye was on his knees, his arms forced behind him, chained. BJ, Charles and Potter, crouched to look too, "Quiet," Charles commanded, "I think they're talking,"
"Why should I call you that? Let me guess, brings back unpleasant memories of you….former masters,"
"What is he talking about?" Charles and BJ said looking at Margaret.
Margaret didn't answer, "I think it's best that he told you when he gets out of there,"
Hawkeye glared with venom, "you heartless bastard,"
"Ben…..anyway, let's got on with this, shall I torture you to death or do you want to make it quick and easy….and painless?"
Hawkeye locked eyes with him, but didn't answer they just sat there having a staring contest, Jackson was the first to look away, "Alright my chose," three guards walked into the room, one crouched down next to Hawkeye and pulled out a dagger.
Outside Margaret gasped in horror and buried her face in Sherman's shoulder.
The man gently ran the dagger along Hawkeye's jaw line slowly drawing blood, Hawkeye flinched lightly but nothing more, sending the man a disgusted look he spat on the ground in front of him and whispered heatedly, "Traitor,"
"Witch," the man countered and then back handed him hard against the cheek then punched him again in the stomach. Hawkeye doubled over, but he could go far do to the new chain around his neck that held him in a semi-upright position.
"We have to go get him, Colonel, please," Margaret begged him watching with fear in her eyes as three men began beating Hawkeye relentlessly, "please,"
BJ and Charles exchanged looks, "we'll go," BJ said, "you stay out here and watch out backs."
BJ and Charles silently made there way there way through the halls, the only sound coming from the forbidding room where Hawkeye was being held captive.
"Charles…you're smart….do you think there's a chance we can save him?"
"Honestly, Hunnicut, and this is the only you will ever hear me admit this and you better not breath a word, but….I don't know,"
"So what's the plan? Barge in there like a pair of idiots, think this out logically? You're the expert right?"
"Don't start with me, Hunnicut, but now that you mention it I do have a plan…"
End Chapter 13
Short I know, but I am trying to work out some kinks in my plot and I am trying to work them out. Again thanks for all reviews. Update soon.