A/N: Helloooo~ ... goodbyeeee~

WARNING: Roach and Ghost got captured... so you know what this means! Torture! Whoop whoop

ALSO: THERE IS GORE... LOTS OF GORE...

*MyLittleRobin is my muse! She's so awesome! (I apologize if MyLittleRobin is not a she... I kinda forgot cause I have too many muses... oops...)*

Day One...

Roach gasped and sputtered when something cold and wet was poured all over him. He cried out and tried to move, only to discover that his wrists and ankles were secured to the cold hard surface on which he laid. His eyes flew open, only to see John standing above him with a smirk on his face. Bastard.

"Hello Gary. Did you have a nice nap?"

"No, you fucking bastard."

"What did you just call me?!"

Then a thought came to him.

Where is Ghost?

He pulled at the restraints, desperately trying to sit up and look for Ghost. He couldn't sit up. He raised his head off the table only to have John grab it and slam it back down, causing pain to flare and his head to start pounding. His leg felt like it was on fire, too. Damn it.

"What the hell did you do to Ghost?! Where is he?!" He yelled, getting pissed.

John smiled and he felt the anger boiling over within him.

"Oh, your friend? He's really fun, we played doctor while you were taking your nap."

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!"

"Shhh, calm down, he only lost a toe... or two..."

"YOU FUCKING-"

John covered his mouth with a large hand.

"Shut the fuck up. Your screaming is getting annoying." He said while using his free hand to play with Roach's hair.

Then Roach, being the dumbass that he was, decided that it was a good idea to bite John's hand. Nope. He bit down as hard as he could and felt the copper taste of blood in his mouth. John screamed and punched him, causing his nose to crack and start bleeding (it also really hurt... cause his nose was still broken and healing from the last time John punched him).

"YOU FUCKING BITCH! NEXT TIME I PLAY DOCTOR WITH YOUR FRIEND HE'S GONNA LOSE A HAND!" John yelled, infuriated that someone as insignificant as Gary had dared to bite him.

Roach didn't reply, as he was too busy trying to breathe through the blood going down his throat, which was causing him to choke. There was blood all over his face now, some even falling onto his bare chest. The only thing he was wearing was boxers. He thrashed, trying to at least sit up so he could breathe, but he couldn't. The restraints were thick metal and they wouldn't even budge, slicing into his skin each time he pulled on them. His wrists were slick with blood. He panicked. He couldn't stand not being able to breathe. He hated it. Reflex tears blurred his vision to the point that John's face was only a blob of color. His throat felt like it was on fire and he couldn't get the oxygen that he needed. Black spots danced across his vision as he choked and gasped like a fish out of water. All he could think of was when he had gotten a nosebleed while in restraints back at the Ghosts' base.

John just laughed, going on about how he was 'getting what he deserved'. Dan casually walked in, as if what was going on inside the room was perfectly normal.

"Hey, looks like you're having fun." He chuckled, standing beside John to watch the show.

"The little bitch bit me." John stated angrily, holding his blood smeared hand up for the younger man to see.

"I can see that. He's feisty, isn't he? The other one is too, they're both so stubborn. Looks like this one will have to get his nose re-set."

"Yeah, we can get the doctor to do it later, when he actually needs one. He's gonna be a lot worse off than this in the near future."

Dan hummed in agreement.

Meanwhile, Roach had just fallen unconscious due to his lack of oxygen.

Day Two...

Ghost screamed through the gag in his mouth as Dan made a long deep cut that went all the way from his knee to his ankle. Damn it. That was gonna need a lot of stitches... He felt warm blood flow out of it and down the sides of his leg. Dan laughed and ran the sharp tip of the blade across Ghost's cheek, teasing him. All the while Ghost screamed curses at him that he didn't understand through the gag. He was blindfolded too, which only made things worse. He absolutely loathed not being able to see. He hated not knowing what was going on. It was one of the few things that really bothered him.

"Guess what I did earlier?" Dan said, the amusement clear in his voice.

He leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I gutted your little friend. What was his name... Roach? You should've heard him scream. And he did too, the whole time. I even fed his corpse to the dogs."

Ghost tuned him out the best he could... but he couldn't help but worry. He hadn't seen Roach since they had been knocked out back at the Ghosts' base. He had been worried sick over his best friend ever since he had woken up.

It's not true. It's not true. It's not true...

He repeated over and over in his mind, willing himself not to believe Dan's lies. Then, without warning there was a prick in his neck. He yelped slightly and squirmed, attempting for the thousandth time to get out of the restraints. It was only then that he understood Roach's frustration and anger when they had him in restraints. He silently vowed never to do that again.

He vaguely heard Dan going on about something or other in the background, but something else drowned it out. Screaming. He recognized the voice immediately as Roach's. Then a picture formed in his mind, almost like a movie playing in his head. It was Roach, laying on a table with restraints just like the one he was currently on. Dan stood over his small form, a large serrated knife held loosely in his hand. Suddenly he brought knife up over Roach's chest and slammed it down with a large amount of force. The knife burned its way into Roach's chest as he screamed and thrashed on the table. Dan laughed maniacally and slowly began to pull the knife down his abdomen, slicing him open. Roach's guts and blood spilled out onto the table.

Ghost screamed, horrified at what he had just seen. He tugged at the restraints, willing to do anything just to get out of them and go see if Roach was okay.

Dan continued to bring the knife down until Roach's abdomen had a huge wound all the way down it. At this point Roach couldn't even scream anymore. He was losing way too much blood... and internal organs for that matter. Dan yanked the knife out and gave a long piercing whistle. Roach was horrified when two huge snarling german shepherds ran into the room.

"Dinner's served, boys." Dan said with a smile before casually strolling from the room.

Suddenly the picture disappeared altogether. Ghost was breathing heavily and covered in sweat. He couldn't seem to catch his breath... and he didn't think the black spots appearing in his vision were a good thing. His heart felt like it was going to pop out of his chest because it was beating so fast. He was certain that Dan could hear it... wherever that bastard went. His mind was overwhelmed with all the questions he had.

Where were they? Was Roach okay? Where was Roach? Who had captured them? Why the fuck couldn't he breathe?

After a few minutes he passed out. Dan stood by a large table in the corner of the room, playing with a few of his favorite toys. He smiled when he saw Ghost's body go limp. That was part of the poison he had injected him with, Physotigmine. It targeted your current biggest fear and brought it to the surface. Then it played it out like a movie, making some believe that it actually happened. Most people had panic attacks and passed out afterwards, which is what happened to Ghost. Others just sit there and cry, scared shitless. Your reaction depended on who you were and what you saw.

He knew that Ghost had seen what he told him about earlier, though. He did that on purpose just to scare the shit out of him. Dan laughed and put the machete he was holding back on the table and left the room in search of John.

A/N: Whooo... well that was interesting. Pleeeaaaaasssseeeee reeeeevvvviiiiieeeeeewwwww...!