Sorry for the late update, I just wanted to upload my other story and I didn't feel like updating for the last few days. But alas, you amazing people have told me to update the story so I shall follow your please and do so!
Onward!
A gun…pointed straight at my head…
"No," Hands snake into my hair, "NO!"
"Tell me more," Someone shouts.
My eyes squeeze shut, "No…nononononono!"
"Roach?"
Who's that? What's going on! Where am I?
"Get away!" My voice is lower then usual.
Lights flicker beneath my eyelids. 'Not now,' That voice…I've heard it before, 'you can't come out now Gary…I'm still here to save you from him…not now, stay and think.'
"Roach!"
"Stay back!" Another quivering voice jumps in. A growl erupts, I hear shouting…there saying…"Gust," I think?
Suddenly a loud BANG erupts making my hands move quickly to my ears. I let out a harsh scream. "Stop!" My head is flaring with pain thumping loudly. "Get out! Get out!"
'Never Gray, you can never get rid of me…not now, not ever!'
Then….darkness.
"I gave you information!" I shouted roughly, earning a swift, forceful punch to the face. My head slammed to the side on impact making me cough up blood. "What the hell do you want from me?" I growled, the blood flowing out of my mouth stoped me from shouting.
"You gave me information American," A man laughs then his smile swings into a frown that tugs at his mouth sinfully. "But it was all wrong!"
"You don't know that!" My eyes flare up with anger. A shoe is shoved into my gut, and my chair flies back as I give a grunt in pain.
"Take him to the box," His voice is thick with a Russian accent.
My eyes flutter open, "Th' b'x?" I slur.
The Russian smiles wickedly, "The box," He mimics my poor speech. "I have plans for you American."
"Like hell!" I growl spitting in his face.
The Russian topples backwards, wipes his face from my saliva then his eyes flare with hatred. A scowl was carved deep into his face, "You shouldn't have done that American!"
"What the fuck are you going to do to me?" I snap.
He straitens up, raises his head up and glares wickedly at me before smiling. "Oh you will find out soon." Glancing behind me, the Russian makes a quick grunting sound. Suddenly, hands untie my restraints and shove me to my feet. I topple forward, only to be caught by the guards and shoved out of the room.
We walked for a while before coming to a big metal door. The three guards talked swiftly before one sighed heavily and forced the door open. Light unexpectedly sprang onto my face making me shrivel against its warm touch. I was once again shoved, and my feet gave out making the guards laugh at my foolishness. "Get up!" One ordered harshly.
I did as I was told.
We quickly came to a stop making my eyes slowly pry open. In front of me was a drained pool, with a metal box that had multiple holes inserted in it. My heart quickly jumped to my throat as I was forced down into the pool and a guard grabbed a key unlocking a lock and pushed a part of the box open. "No," I whispered fearfully.
"In you go," a guard taunted propelling me into the box.
"You would not talk," The Russian was back standing on the edge of the pool side, hands clasped behind his back. With one quick look, the guard quickly shut the door locking it, leaving me inside.
The sound of water flowing filled my ears, my heart quickened. Looking down I saw muddy brown water fill the box. "No…" I looked around frantically. "There has to be a way out!"
"There is no way out," The Russian's voice boomed around in the metal box, "Now tell me what I want to know!"
"Never!" I growl pushing against the door. The mucky water touched my knee, "How is the water raising so quickly?" I questioned quietly. I slammed against the door, earning a chuckle from the Russian.
"What is your name?"
"Fuck you!" I shout slamming against the door again.
"Where are you from?"
"You already know that dip-shit!" I snap.
"Watch it American."
"Go to hell!" I growled as I felt the water touch just below my waist.
'Gary.'
"What the fuck?" I looked quickly around the small box.
'Go to sleep.'
"What? No!"
'Now!'
My head starts to throb. "What's going on?"
'You're going to sleep Gary, and when you wake up, life will be better…just you wait.'
The last thing I feel was the water surrounding my chest and back, before I past out into darkness.
My eyes snap open, only to be greeted by a scene I would rather forget. Ghost tackling a man to the ground, guns scattered across the floor. Worm and Scarecrow were working hard to kill the other five guards with only there bare hands.
Standing up quickly I grabbed the gun that was closets to me and I pointed it straight at the back of Ghost's head. Smiling sinfully my finger pulled slowly back on the trigger.
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Why can't I do it…come on Roach just pull the trigger.
'Don't you do it!' A voice shouts angrily at me and the pounding in my head returns. Shaking my head quickly I hastily pull back on the trigger.
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BANG!
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The man falls limp on top of Ghost, who quickly shoves the body off of him. Swiftly I turn my aim at the five other men and shoot quickly. They fall to the ground, as if gravity welcomes the dead weight with open arms.
Worm turns toward me, and sighs in relief. "Scarecrow, Worm," I speak before Ghost could say a word, "Go find MacTavish and free the rest of the men." Throwing them there guns, they give Ghost a glace, who shrugs, and they depart.
The room fell silent, and then Ghost just HAD to look at me. I could feel his concern radiate off of him in deadly waves.
"What!" I snap. "What is wrong with you? You don't care for anyone, but yet for the past couple of days you show so much concern for me!"
"Roach-"
"Just leave me alone! Can't you see that you hurt me enough?"
Suddenly I could feel Ghost shift, "NO I CANT! For a matter of fact, I can't seem to find out what the fuck is wrong with you!"
"Look it up!" I growl and shove past him.
I bet you didn't know who that Russian dude was...anyone? No, okay well it was Zero...just to let you know!
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