Breaking Point: Part 2
Written by: ACE
Four weeks later; it seemed like years to him. Every day for the first three weeks doctors treated him constantly. They replaced all of his cracked teeth and stitched up his leg wound. They even gave him morphine. Lots of it! He knew they'd use it as a bargaining chip. They'll probably have the morphine right in front of him and they'll try to tease him with it.
He actually began to feel like his old self. The only problem was his eye. He could close it but he still could see so he had to wear an eye patch. The rebels didn't have any cloning technology or any growth acceleration to fix his eye.
There were scars on the places they placed the clips directly to his skin. A lot more damage occurred then scarring though. The electricity dulled his senses. His eyesight was slightly blurred, he couldn't taste his food as before and his hearing was dulled. One other thing was damaged as well. A young good-looking nurse took care of Lynch. She flirted when no one was looking, she even teased him by "accidentally" dropping things and deliberately bending down slowly to pick them up. Yet... not much happened with the Colonel. It might seem rather silly but it wasn't to him.
He was thrown in a cell located right outside the interrogation room for a week. He had three square meals per day - eggs, bacon, grits and bread for breakfast; ham sandwiches for lunch and chicken and microwave pizza for dinner. They even allowed him to sleep as much as he wanted and gave him a descent selection of books to choose from. He took everything but didn't let his guard down for a single second.
Finally... one day, around the end of the fourth week, in walked the same rebel leader he encountered his first day in that god-forsaken place.
He entered the room followed by five guards armed with Assault Rifles pointed right at him. The rebel walked towards him, sat down on the rack and motioned him to sit down.
"We haven't been properly introduced Colonel. My name is Wilson... Brigadier General Andrew Wilson, formerly of the United Front Marine Corps." The General introduced himself.
The Colonel's first instinct, after hearing that rank, was to stand up at attention. Then he remembered about the General's exploits. He was always ruthless in battle and has won many of them but at the cost of innocent civilians. Women and children included. He once shot through a pregnant woman to kill a hostage taker. That was the event that got him court marshaled and caused him to disappear underground. There were rumors he turned rebel. But until he heard that name just now they were exactly that, rumors.
"I take it you've heard of me." The man added.
"Yes... you could say that." Lynch replied.
"Listen. We're both military men. I don't enjoy forcing information out of people. But we both know it's needed sometimes."
The man's tone was soothing and calm, in a sadistic kind of way. He was speaking to the Colonel in the same manner a father would speak to his son right before a spanking.
Then all of a sudden his mood morphed into the cruel enigma that the Colonel encountered his first day in that place.
"You will tell me what I want you to tell me Colonel. You'll do it today. I guarantee it. It is up to you whether it's done quickly, painlessly and..."
A smile cracked the General's lips. It scared and confused Lynch.
"...nobody'll get hurt."
The General stood up while two burly guards came in and grabbed Lynch by the arms while the five Assault Rifles still pointed at him. When he walked out of the room he met three more.
They escorted him to the interrogation room and sat him down in the same chair he was tied to before. It was a tall metallic chair that was welded in the middle of the room with that same damned single lamp that made things light up only in that circle in the middle of the room somehow.
He sat down and his hands were quickly binded with straps. Wilson sat right in front of him in another chair while several other dark figures rushed into the room and lined up against the wall. After the door closed the General looked at Lynch and spoke with a blank expression.
"So, are you going to make it easy on everyone?" The General asked.
"I don't care what you do to me. I'll tell you nothing." Lynch said determined.
"Heh hehe hahaha *sigh* who said anything about you?" The General said with a chuckle.
The rebel turned his head towards the door and the same two guards walked in. They were escorting two Marines. They were part of the second Marine Recon squad on the Haephestus cruiser. They probably came looking for his squad when they didn't report in. The mission was supposed to last two weeks and they got ambushed on the second day. It takes four days to send a search party.
They were probably captured about a week before this particular meeting. The general planned this. Lynch even knew who they were. It was first lieutenant Andrews and Gunnery Sergeant Davidson; both very hardcore Marines. Very seasoned and combat hardened. They looked at him and wonder. Thinking he'd somehow get 'em out of there.
The guards dropped them on their knees with their hands binded behind their backs. Wilson walked over and pulled out an M6D Pistol. He pointed it at both men and they only stood straighter; faces blank, expressionless... ready.
"So... do you wish to save his life?" He said with a smile on his face.
The Colonel gave Wilson a bewildered look.
"Oh... I'm sorry. You look confused. Let me clarify things."
He pointed the pistol at the gunny's head and pulled the trigger. The gun flashed in the room which revealed that guards stood along the walls watching. The gunshot, which was magnified by the small room, was silent to the Colonel. He just saw a good friend die needlessly right in front of him.
The first lieutenant didn't even flinch. He slowly closed his eyes and waited. The silence was broken by Wilson's smug tone of voice.
"Now... do you wish to save his life?" he said.
The lieutenant looked at the Colonel and shook his head. Lynch turned away and held fast. Another shot rang in the room followed by a thud on the floor.
"*sigh* Take this garbage away." He said slightly annoyed.
"They're a hundred times the Marines you'll ever even dream to be you ignorant, insignificant coward." Lynch said to the General.
With a blank stare the General shot Lynch in the same thigh that just recently got rid of its stitches. Wilson scratched his head and looked at the door while the Colonel winced at the pain in his leg.
"Bring them in." he said.
The Colonel looked up waiting for whatever was behind the door. He knew this was Wilson's wild card. That this will be the greatest of his challenges so far. He finally put the pain in his leg out of his mind and concentrated at the door.
After about two minutes the door opened and in walked a man, a woman and three little kids. Two boys one girl. The two boys looked about seven years old and the girl about the twelve. Both the man and woman looked around age thirty to thirty-five.
Lynch looked at Wilson and finally began to lose his cool. He was pissed. He knew what was about to happen but he couldn't believe it.
"What the hell is going on here Wilson?" Lynch said confused… almost scared.
Well... I somehow knew you wouldn't break if I threaten Marines. You're protecting innocent civilians. After I saw what you could take the first day I knew I had to be very careful when dealing with you.
"I killed those two Marines for two reasons. First off… it was a lot of fun. And secondly, I wanted you to see exactly how much I don't give a shit when it comes to executing someone." He said with a smug tone of voice.
"Get them on their knees." He instructed his subordinates.
The men put the five frightened people on their knees with their hands tied behind their back just like the other two victims. Lynch tried to pull from his restraints but without any effect.
"Let them go they have nothing to do with this. This is between me and you. Let them go!" Lynch protested.
"You see Colonel. Unlike you I'm willing to do anything needed in order to accomplish my goal. If I have to kill five innocent people to save the freedom which is being taken away by the United Front from several trillion people, I'm more than willing to do it.
Now... will you tell me the flight path of your cruiser or will I have to kill innocent people every single day for the rest of your life? I've got several hundred prisoners. They're all being treated very nicely since a lot are civilians but I'll gladly empty out a few cells to make you talk. And trust me... after a certain amount of ten-year-old brain matter gets crusted on your face... you'll crack."
"LEAVE THEM ALONE!!! TORTURE ME!!! LET THEM GET OUT OF HERE!!!" Lynch yelled.
Lynch tried to pull on his restraints but nothing happened.
"I can't talk! There are millions of people on my cruiser. I just can't tell them where it is." He added, hoping Wilson would break out of his shell of madness.
He tried to reason with the family. The mother and father understood but how can he explain to little kids this. How!
"I SWEAR TO GOD WILSON IF I EVER GET OUT OF HERE YOU'LL WISH YOU'D HAVE KILLED ME A LONG TIME AGO YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He threatened.
Without hesitating he shot the man in the face. The three kids and the mother began to cry. The mom just stood there staring at the ground but the kids tried to get up but were quickly knocked back down on the ground by a guard. One boy and the girl were quiet but one child was crying very loudly.
"That crying is getting on my nerves Colonel. I won't hesitate to stop it." The General said.
"WILSON DON'T DO THIS YOU COWARDLY FUCK!!!!" Lynch continued to scream.
With a smile on his face he turned towards the screaming kid and put a shredder round through his head. He fell down limp, his brain exposed and his two siblings and mother stood there horrorstruck.
Lynch stared in amazement. He couldn't possibly fathom that there was enough apathy and cruelty enough in this man's morale pool as to have enough composure to kill a kid without even blinking.
He was almost paralyzed for a second then his adrenaline shot through the roof and he snapped his leather hand restraints.
He was still strapped to the legs of the chair but he grabbed a hold of Wilson and went absolutely insane on the man's face.
He was only able to retaliate for several seconds for out of nowhere about fifteen batons came swinging and took the Colonel to the ground. About a dozen hands attacked him but he kept fighting. He broke one elbow and two wrists but they re-restrained him and tied several tough nylon ropes to make sure he won't do it again.
The General looked back at the Colonel. He might have only been hit for several seconds but he had a broken nose, a cut under his eye and a tooth missing.
"Yeah you bastard, imagine if I had a whole minute to work on your ass. When I get out of here I'll kill every fucking wannabe soldier on this base with my fucking combat knife!" Lynch threatened with a smug smile on his face.
Wilson looked at Lynch then back at the three remaining, scared victims. He quickly fired three shots and hit all three people in the stomach. The two kids instantly began screaming at the top of their lungs.
The mom just lay on the ground crying silently with a blank stare. The General took his knife and slit the kids' throats and shot the mother in the head.
"I swear to god you son of a bitch. You'll never make it out of this place alive. You'll pay for this." Lynch yelled uncontrollably.
Out of nowhere in came raining several hundred bullets. The door was kicked open and in walked a squad of Recon Marines with silenced Assault Rifles and Sub Machine Guns with Infra Red Goggles dressed all in black.
The General hit the deck grabbing his side while one of the Marines untied the Colonel with his combat knife and helped him onto his feet.
Lynch reached for this man's pistol and aimed it at the General. He flipped him over with his foot and aimed the pistol at him.
"Who's in charge of this squad?" he addressed the very welcomed faces.
A Marine who just ordered his men to secure the area walked over to the Colonel. He took off his mask and introduced himself.
"Sir my name is Captain Steven Hicks." He said.
"Alright Captain." Lynch started.
The Colonel looked straight at Wilson.
"I'm Lieutenant Colonel Jason Lynch. I'm taking command of this squad. I want your men to take special medical care in this man right here. I'm pretty sure that the inmates at Reikers six maximum security military prison will be more than happy to meet this gentleman right here and hear about his methods."
Lynch bent down towards Wilson and whispered in his ear.
"I told you that you should have killed me."
"Let's get out of here boys. Take him away and make sure he heals up nicely and we'll continue this session later."