Mwa ha ha ha! I'm back! Sorry about the creepiness, I'm kinda hyper at the moment! This chapter has one of my favorite scenes in the entire story in it! Well, at least so far. And I don't feel like typing a whole lot right now, so you are spared of reading an extremely long author's note!
I don't own NCIS. If I did, each season would be at least 30 episodes.
Gibbs sat against a wall holding his aching side, breathing heavily. It had been two months since Landon had broken his ribs, but they still hurt really badly. That was never a good sign. Gibbs could hardly move because of the pain. He believed his ribs were puncturing something important. Ethan, who Gibbs had come to like, brought Gibbs a couple of cabbage leaves.
"You're not looking well," Ethan commented.
Ethan was a twelve year old boy with curly black hair, well-tanned skin, and bright green eyes that Gibbs had trouble looking into because Ethan and Tony had the same eyes. Gibbs looked at the cabbage and his stomach growled, but he knew he couldn't eat it because breathing hurt enough; eating was unbearable.
"We should be hoarding that food if we want the plan to fall into place," Gibbs pointed out.
Ethan nodded. "We are. Spencer has it, but we got to eat sometimes."
Ethan unconsciously rubbed his wrist. Earlier on, Chad and Devllynn had taken Ethan away and brought him back less than five minutes later. Gibbs wondered what they had wanted him for. Spencer stumbled over to Gibbs and Ethan. His eyes were clear; Cheese was not present.
"Are you sick?" Spencer asked Ethan.
"What?"
Spencer's eyes glazed over and Gibbs knew that the gummy bear had re-entered his mind. Spencer roughly grabbed Ethan's arm and examined his wrist. No one was surprised by this action because they knew when Cheese was present, Spencer had no control.
"Cheese says they gave you a shot."
Gibbs's attention was caught by that statement. Despite the pain, Gibbs crawled over to Ethan and examined his wrist. Ethan could see the mere task of moving was causing the NCIS agent extreme amounts of pain. Ethan shot Spencer a glance as if to say, 'Look what you've done.' Spencer never caught it.
"Do you feel alright?" Gibbs asked.
"I'm fine," Ethan said. "But we do have a problem with your plan."
"What's that?"
"The food's already rotten as it is. Keeping it any longer would risk food poisoning," Ethan stated.
Gibbs swore under his breath. He had seen this coming. He knew Landon was giving them rotten food so they couldn't collect it. Gibbs wished Landon would come in so he could wring his neck. Ethan once again offered Gibbs the cabbage leaves, which he took, but had no intention of eating. Gibbs looked around the room, at the thin figures of human beings all as skinny as sticks. Then he looked down at himself. He was one of them.
Gibbs reluctantly ate the cabbage leaves, noting that Landon had planned this too. He gave then food because they needed it to stay alive, but the food provided no nutrients so it left them weak and defenseless. No matter how much Gibbs hated Landon, he also respected him in a way for planning this all out, for making it almost fool proof. Almost, but not quite.
Gibbs didn't hear the door open, but he did see Landon standing in front of him with Lisa and Don at his sides. Landon kicked Gibbs in the ribs. All the air rushed out of his body and he couldn't inhale. Ethan rushed at Landon, but was stopped by Don. Gibbs desperately tried to breathe, but only short wisps of air came. He began coughing and blood flecked his hands. Landon laughed as he watched Gibbs struggle for air.
"Stand up," Landon ordered.
"Are you crazy?" Ethan screamed. "He can hardly breathe, let alone stand up!"
Landon just laughed.
"You killed my mom!" Ethan continued. "And you killed my little sister, Xhail! You're not taking him or anyone else!"
"He will come back alive," Landon promised. "Now stand up."
Gibbs unsteadily lifted himself off the ground. He placed a hand on the wall to keep himself from tumbling back onto the floor. The world swam before his eyes. Landon grabbed Gibbs by the shoulders and pushed him out the door. The hallway seemed to stretch on for miles. Each step was excruciating and the lack of oxygen was really getting to him.
Landon shoved Gibbs into a room. Devllynn and Chad stood by a metal table. Gibbs felt sick to his stomach when he realized what was going to happen. Landon led him to the table and forced him to lie down. Gibbs had no strength to resist. Then he saw the syringe. It plunged into his neck before he could react, he hoped it was sedative.
Landon produced a knife and held it over Gibbs's chest. Gibbs tried to protest, but found that the muscles in his mouth refused to work. All of his muscles refused to work. Gibbs couldn't even shut his eyes. Landon made a diagonal incision across the right side of Gibbs's chest. Gibbs felt the pain, but could do nothing about it.
Gibbs took notice that none of them had washed their hands and that nothing was sterile. They were practically begging for him to get an infection. Devllynn turned Gibbs's head to the side so that he could not only feel, but see the gruesome surgery.
Landon clicked his tongue. "We're going to have to re-break your ribs."
Gibbs watched in horror as Landon reached his dirty hand into his body. With a quick jerk, the first rib was broken. But it was the second ribs he was worried about. The second Landon placed his hand on the other rib, an immense pain filled Gibbs's body. Landon pulled and the bone stuck farther into the agent's lung. With a shuttering breath, Gibbs passed out, only to be awoken a few seconds later with smelling salts.
"We can't have you passing out," Landon chided.
Landon broke the rib and noticed Gibbs's lungs weren't pumping air correctly. They were hardly moving at all. He placed an air mask over Gibbs's face and continued to work. Landon stuck a tube into the lung and cleaned out all the liquid. Then he began talking to Gibbs.
"Your agent was pretty strong willed," Landon said. "It was a pity he had to die."
"I wanted to keep him," Devllynn interjected.
Gibbs wanted to kill them both for killing Tony. He felt as the first stitches went into the lung. It hurt like nothing he had ever felt before. Gibbs briefly wondered if he was going to make it out of surgery alive. They sure weren't trying to keep him alive.
Chad moved into Gibbs's line of sight. He was holding a knife, a big knife. He placed the tip to Gibbs's temple and smiled maliciously. A thin trail of blood snaked from where the rough tip of the knife touched tender skin.
"I hear you don't have the best eyes," Chad said. "I can fix them now. If you consider going blind fixing them."
Gibbs couldn't say or do anything to stop him, but he doubted Chad would carry out the threat. He watched Landon, who seemed to be amused with what he was doing. Gibbs felt a sharp pain near his sternum and watched as Landon's face changed from amusement to complete horror. Pain flared through Gibbs's whole body like he was submerged in a tank of lava. Gibbs watched as blood pumped out of his body. A haze fell over his eyes as the three began to work on him.
Devllynn pulled off her sweatshirt and placed it to the bleeding would, only to be smacked away by Landon, who was hastily trying to stop the bleeding. Chad dropped his knife and began to monitor Gibbs's pulse.
"He's going to bleed to death!" Devllynn cried.
Those were the last words Gibbs heard before everything went black.
If you didn't guess, the Gibbs-getting-surgery part was my favorite. Yeah, I'm know I'm psycho. Oh, and Charlie will be writing another story after she is finished with this. And then another one after that. The one she will write after this is called Nothing Is Ever Forgotten. I don't know if it will be as awesome as this story, but it should be pretty good.
And Charlie has officially reached her 30 review goal! Yay! You should still review though, cuz we would both spaz if this got over 50 reviews! And I have no idea when I'm posting chapter 8. I always say I will in the next couple days, and then i get lazy and don't type it. I'll try to stop being lazy, I promise.