Wow, just wow, the response last time was amazing! Thanks to RedDawnShadow, WheresDaBeef, and MasterDerp5885, for your awesome reviews as per usual. Thanks also to Guest and TheShadeOps. The last chapter was pretty intense and I left you guys with a cliffhanger. So who just scared the crap out of Ghost? Let's find out. And as for the commonly asked 'why Archer?' question, *shrugs* because he's just that awesome? Besides, I find irony in medics getting hurt… Now, onto chapter eleven, the chapters won't be cannon for quite a while, not sure when I'll get back to the story line but I will eventually. By the way, Archer's POV will probably be an off-and-on/regular, I like doing his POV… Oh and be warned of extreme gore, thought it would add to the suspense…(Yeah, this update's early, got a problem with that? Lol ^_^)

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*Ghost's POV*

That bastard. He was to blame for everything. If it weren't for him, Shepherd's men wouldn't have died and he wouldn't have betrayed us. We wouldn't be in this prison if it weren't for him, Dash wouldn't be hurt, and Archer wouldn't have been beaten. I was pissed to say the least and with my sunglasses gone, even though I still had my balaclava on, I was sure he could see the anger in my eyes.

He chuckled, "Dobro pozhalovat' v ad, Leytenant," he said slowly, if only I had bothered to learn Russian… (No, I don't speak Russian, I used Google Translate… he just said: "Welcome to hell, Lieutenant")

I just held Dash tighter. Makarov, that slippery bastard had escaped us so many times and here he was, standing in front of me, and apparently trying to threaten me, I don't know Russian so I wasn't sure what he had said, the only thing I understood was the last word, he was addressing me directly.

Makarov just walked away after that. He'd get what was coming to him; I'd make sure of it.

Toad had seen all of it, and then I remembered that Toad had learned Russian a while back. I gave him a questioning look as if to ask what Makarov had said.

He mouthed the words 'Welcome to hell, Lieutenant' as he carefully peeled back his shirt from Archer's cut. Archer shifted a little and groaned. That told me why he had mouthed it rather than saying it, Archer was awake now.

Apparently satisfied with how the large cut was looking, Toad removed the now blood soaked shirt and laid it flat on the stone floor, carefully laying Archer down with his back on it. I guessed Toad had either picked up some field patching things or Archer was teaching him. The latter made a good bit of sense, couldn't be stuck with just one field medic in the case of right now when the only one we've got is hurt.

I looked back down at Dash. She was now sleeping in my arms. I sighed and looked back over at Toad and Archer.

Archer was trying to sit up but the lashes on his back were visibly pulling, which stopped him from getting very far. He groaned in pain and lay back down carefully, wincing as he put pressure on his back.

He and Toad talked for a few minutes before Archer carefully reached in his pocket and pulled out a pair of tweezers.

Toad rolled his eyes, shaking his head, "Only you, Archer," he said jokingly as he took the tweezers and carefully started pulling the glass out of Archer's shoulder and neck.

Not long after Toad finished pulling the glass out, Makarov came back with three guards following him.

He eyed me then turned to look at Archer and Toad. I could practically feel his evil looking grin as he motioned to the guards. I was sure they'd take one of the snipers, but instead, they stepped towards my cell, two of them did anyway, the other went to the snipers' cell. Both were opened and Archer and I were taken. I had to feel bad for the senior sniper, he had already been beaten once and now he was about to suffer it again.

*Archer's POV*

The pain of getting up and working my back was bad enough, but being forced back down in another metal chair only to have the shit beat out of me HURT. They had Ghost tied down next to me and I knew they would be using our team mates against us. Though I had to wonder, if they were after me, why they didn't get Toad, and if they were after Ghost, why they didn't grab Dash.

Ghost and I weren't exactly friends but we weren't enemies either. We just never really talked, both of us being rather quiet. But we still cared for our team mates so when I heard him screaming in pain I was worried. I looked over to see that they had the car battery on the table and Ghost had been electrocuted. He groaned when they stopped. Then I felt the current go through me. I couldn't stop the scream of pain. The electrocution lasted for a while and when they stopped both Ghost and I were breathing heavily.

Then Scourge stood in front of me with a knife. Makarov had been standing back, watching as the other Russians beat us.

Scourge pressed the knife into my right shoulder, where he had broken the glass, and drew it over, across my shoulder, and down my arm. The pain was excruciating as blood spilled from the new gash. He took the tip of the bloody knife and put it under my chin, threatening to slit my throat. He lifted the knife and swung it down, the tip dragging painfully into and across my cheek, leaving another bloody gash. I heard the same pained screams from Ghost as they cut through his chest and arms.

I saw Ghost try to kick one of the Russians that surrounded him. The one on his left slammed the stock of his rifle into Ghost's head. There was a pained grunt as his head was swung to the side, facing me. Blood dripped down his face, missing his eyes, and soaked his balaclava. Why the Russians hadn't removed it yet, I didn't know. The white, skeletal jaw was blood soaked, suggesting he was coughing blood up.

I gave Scourge the most defiant glare I could, weak as I was from the beatings. He just chuckled and slid a black cloth hood over my head, standing me up and jerking me in some direction. I could hear Ghost shouting in protest as I was dragged away.

I was eventually forced on my knees and the hood was removed. I was on my knees in front of a trough of water with a small 'U' shape that looked just big enough to fit someone's neck, there was a lid to it with the same 'U' but upside down compared to the other one. My hands were tied behind my back and I now knew what was coming, I was right about the 'U' shape, big enough to fit a neck.

Scourge forced me down, holding me in place with my neck in the small gap, he lowered the lid down, and I heard it lock in place. I was now trapped. The water level started rising towards me and I struggled, tried to pull my head out, but somewhere, in the back of my mind, I knew that if I kept it up I'd break my neck. I didn't stop though, the water reached me, but I had exhausted myself, so I accidentally breathed it in. I coughed but my head was completely submerged now. My lungs begged for air as they filled with the water and I could feel the blood from the cut on my cheek mixing with the water, turning it red. The cut on my arm was also bleeding heavily; I could feel the sticky wet substance running down my arm.

Eventually, my body didn't have enough oxygen to keep fighting and I fell limp. The trough was opened and the water spilled out. My lungs were filled with water though so I couldn't breathe. Scourge stomped on my chest once and I coughed up a majority of the water, breathing heavily on my side as my lungs cleared themselves. I was stood up again and could see that I hadn't been taken very far from where I had been; it was actually in the same room. Then they took Ghost.

He eyed me and I mouthed the words, 'don't fight and hold your breath when the water gets to you.' He gave me a questioning glance but didn't respond otherwise.

Scourge beat me for a while longer, mainly my chest. I started coughing up blood and when he was done my vision was blurry and I felt weak.

They dragged me somewhere and when we stopped I was thrown and felt cold, damp stone underneath me. My eyes were part way open but it was enough to see someone reaching towards me, I shrunk back, knowing they'd try to hurt me, I couldn't take anymore. I opened my eyes all the way and quickly took in my surroundings, not that I could make out much, my vision being cloudy from nearly drowning to death. I saw two figures sitting a little away from me, and a figure sitting a lot closer to me. The one that was close seemed to be watching me.

I didn't relax; I stayed tense and ready to act.

"Archer?" the figure that was close asked in a cautious tone.

That voice comforted me and I slightly relaxed, the hand on my shoulder made me relax all the way and my vision finally cleared, allowing me to see Toad staring down at me worriedly.

I smiled weakly up at him, glad that I was safe in the care of my partner.

*Roach's POV*

I heard screaming. It was a pained scream. I couldn't make it out very well though, everything sounded distorted and off. I was tied to a metal table with no shirt and bandages wrapped around my gut.

The screaming lasted for several minutes before finally subsiding. I didn't even remember what happened. My entire body was hurting and blood soaked through the bandages around my middle.

It wasn't long until I fell asleep again, they were probably keeping me drugged, not that I minded with how much pain I was in.

*Dash's POV*

The warmth suddenly disappeared from around me and I woke up to see Ghost being dragged away with an injured Archer. I had fallen asleep in Ghost's arms; I was warm in his embrace but now that he was gone I was freezing. I looked across the row of cells to see Toad with a scared expression, I knew instantly he was afraid for his mentor.

After a while there was a mix of pained screams. The sound made me flinch; I recognized Ghost's scream intertwined with Archer's. The screams went on for half an hour before they finally stopped.

Another few minutes went by before the two were finally brought back. Archer was thrown in with Toad, and Ghost was still with me.

I pulled Ghost into my arms like he had done to me, except this time he was hurt and I wasn't.

I looked across at Toad and Archer. At first I thought Archer was unconscious but he flinched back when Toad reached out to help him. Archer was scared to be touched now. They had burned it into his mind that anyone touching him would hurt him.

Archer's eyes shot open and darted around the room, locking on me and Ghost then on Toad, he didn't relax though. Whatever they had done to him, it was bad.

I could feel Ghost's steady breathing as he slept and decided it would be a good idea to get some sleep as well.

But that was when the alarms went off and a door was blown open.

Dun, dun, duuuunnn! Another cliffhanger! Sorry, I had to, it was too tempting! Well, this chapter's pretty exciting and weighs in at a healthy 2,096 words! How's that for longer chapters?! I'm rather proud of this chapter… And don't ask 'why Archer?' it happened to Ghost too! Besides, like I said before, I find irony in medics getting hurt…

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