Sorry if anyone wanted a scene including Storm Shadow and 'the girl', but I felt like more torture for the general. Call me wierd, but thats the way it is. Also, I might not be able to update for a while, lots of assignments coming up. Yeah, I can barely contain my excitement (she said sarcastically).
Disclaimer - I don't own GI Joe, I wouldn't be here if I did. I'd be out somewhere commanding ninjas.
The general has come to dread the times when the man in white enters his holding cell. It means he is about to experience the most sadistic torture he has ever encountered or heard of.
The man in white rolled back the general's sleeve. He raised the thick metal bar and smiled expectantly, before bringing it crashing down onto the generals elbow. The man heard the bones shatter before he heard the general's howl.
The general looked down at his arm, and almost vomited when he saw a piece of bone piercing his skin. The man was staring at it, in a fascinated way.
Some times, it is quite short. Just 10 minute sessions. Hardly what you would call pleasant, but quite easy to deal with.
But other times, the man can torture him for so long he loses track of the time. It all blurs into one, impossibly painful haze. Like the last time the man in white visited him.
He is still recovering from it. Not only physically, but mentally also. It was the most agonising experience of his life.
When the man had come in, he had looked happier than usual. The general remembers thinking that it could not be good, his imprisoner looking this happy. That this visit would not end well.
The general tries to shift himself into a more comfortable position, and as he does so pain bounces all around his aching head. He grimaces and just manages to stop himself letting out a groan. He wonders if the girl captured with him is okay. He hopes she is. She had always seemed like such a delicate, breakable little thing when they were at base. He hopes they haven't done to her what they have done to him...
The man smiled when he sat down in front of the general, and his eyes were dancing with delight. His smile grew wider as he unwrapped something from a cloth to show the general.
"Now, general" he said "You have been most uncooperative so far. Hopefully, today I will be able to change your attitude." He held up the mystery item in the cloth to show the general, and the general was instantly relieved when he saw it was just the usual knife. This was quickly replaced by fear - were there any tortures left with a knife that hadn't already been performed on him? He eyed the knife with trepidation.
He licks his bone-dry bottom lip, and cautiously places his tongue where his upper lip used to be. He winces.
Still tender.
His thoughts drift back to his wife and two sons. He is going to die here, he is positive of that. In fact, he is sure that he would be dead already, if he didn't know so much about the where-abouts of Ana Lewis and the organisation formerly known as COBRA...
He screamed in pain as the knife was slashed across his upper lip. He immediately tasted his own blood flowing freely into his mouth. The pain was excruciating.
How will his wife cope without a husband? He was never perfect, but he knows that she has always loved him. Even when his work had took him all over the place, she had always stuck by him. Traveled with him. And even when they had shouted at each other, screamed they never wanted to see each other again, in their early days, they had both known deep down that neither or them meant it.
The blood dribbled down his chin and soaked into his shirt. The man in white's eyes had never left his face, as though he was intrigued by his agony.
How will his sons cope without a father? He and the boys had shared a special bond. They had done everything together, absolutely everything. The general sighs a sigh of regret and feels his eyes welling up at the thought of the family he is surely going to lose.
The man placed the tip of the knife by the entrance to the generals ear.
"Are you sure you have nothing to tell me, general?" he gave a firm nod, and the man in white sighed theatrically.
"Very well then" he said, before shoving the knife an inch forward. It was only an inch, but it was enough to make the general shout out and try desperately to move his head. The man in white rotated the knife, and studied his face, as though memorising what his pain looked like.
However, he has already decided not to waste what are surely going to be his last hours on what-could-have-beens and what-ifs. Instead, he concentrates on remembering the happy times he has shared with his family.
He is pulled from his memories by the sound of the door opening. He looks up to see the man in white closing the door, carrying a bag. He has had a table put out today also.
He sets the bag down on the table, and proceeds to place the contents on the table. He sets out a shallow bowl, a white cloth, a small bottle of a clear liquid which the general hopes is just water and the customary knife. The man empties the bottle into the basin.
"I am giving you one last chance to tell me where Ana Lewis has been moved to" the man says, staring straight into the generals eyes. The general feels a thrill of fear course through him, but he stays silent.
After about 10 long, dragging seconds, the man in white grins dementedly, and dips the cloth into the mystery liquid. Then, in a movement so fast the general can't even follow it with his eyes, he wipes the cloth across the area where the general's upper lip used to be.
The man withdraws it equally fast, and suddenly the general is aware of an acute burning sensation where the cloth was wiped. He screams. And he screams. And he screams. As the burning begins to lessen, the man wipes his mouth with the cloth again.
The general scrunches up his eyes in an effort to prevent the tears escaping. He feels as though his mutilated lip is on fire. He truly never has felt any pain like this. Ever. The cloth is dabbed again. The burning intensifies. The general screams until he is hoarse.
Finally, the man stops dabbing the cloth. He watches the general as he recovers himself from his latest torment.
"Do you know what that was general? That was merely water, saturated with salt. Just imagine what I could do with acid..." The general lets out an involuntary shiver.
"I doubt you'll get to find out, however" he continues, before unsheathing his katana in one smooth movement and slicing the generals head off.
The generals last thought as he slips away is of the family he is leaving behind.
The man in white observes the generals dismembered corpse for a moment, before sheathing his sword and stalking from the room.
So what do you think? Is it believable? Did it go on for a bit? Is Storm Shadow acting OOC? Review guys, it encourages faster updates! :D