A/N: Haha, I've been updating this story constantly... it's because I have no life, lol.

*MyLittleRobin is my muse.*

Enjoy the angst! :)

Dan ran through the winding hallways that led to Gary's room. Gunfire rang throughout the base as his men flooded the halls, heading for the front of the building where the threat was. After several minutes, he finally reached his destination. John was standing outside the door waiting, an unconscious and handcuffed Roach in his arms.

"What took you so long?" He snapped.

"Sorry, the hallways were crowded and I was also trying to avoid getting shot in the face." He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

John rolled his eyes and started down the hallway, toward the back door. He followed silently behind. He couldn't stop staring at Roach. He looked... well, awful. His broken arm was painted with bruises of every color and really swollen, as was his foot. It was laying at a weird unnatural angle and was definitely broken. He was covered in blood, bruises, and cuts, some long and deep, others small and shallow. His wrists and ankles were both really torn up. In fact, there was still fresh blood oozing from them. His breathing was shallow and raspy, so Dan could safely assume that he had broken a few ribs. The kid was a mess.

Dan ran ahead of John and held the door open for him. The older man muttered a quiet 'thanks', but didn't say anything else. They speed walked down the fire escape and entered the woods. They always kept a helicopter hidden a mile or two from their base in case of emergencies such as this. The snow crunched under their feet as they continued to move at a steady pace. The trees looked like tall dark skeletons in contrast to the fluffy white snow covering the ground. The air was frigid, but it cleared their lungs and felt fresh. It was nice. The gunfire in the background kind of ruined the effect, but it was still pretty peaceful because now they were far from the action. Now the gunfire was just an echo in the distance. After a while of walking, Gary woke up with a pain filled moan.

Dan shot John a look. "Did you not sedate him?"

"No, he was out when I picked him up. I have sedatives with me, though. I'll knock him out when we get to the heli, maybe before then if he gets annoying."

"That's fine. How far away is the helicopter, anyways?"

"We're almost there, we've gone 2 miles from the base and I remember hiding it 3 miles away when we first arrived." John said with a shrug.

Dan nodded and continued on. Gary was panicking. First of all, why the fuck was he upside down? He was gonna puke. Whoever was carrying him was moving way too fast... Then a thought reached his half-functional brain. Why were they outside? Why was there gunfire in the distance? Suddenly it all came together, hitting him in the face like a blow from a sledgehammer. His team had finally come to save him and Ghost... and he was being taken away!

NO NO NO NO! He couldn't let that happen! Not when freedom was so close... His friends were so damn close and he couldn't even get to them! He screamed as loud as his hoarse voice could manage, which sadly wasn't very loud, but it was worth a shot. He fought, lashing out with his uninjured leg and screaming louder when it jostled his broken foot. He didn't care, though. He had to escape!

John's temper flared and he roughly threw him to the ground, following him down with a sedative ready in his hand. He stabbed the needle into Gary's neck and injected the drug into him before the younger man had time to struggle. Gary yelped in surprise and pain as the needle was stabbed roughly into his neck, coincidentally right where a bruise was. It hurt. Although he didn't have much time to dwell on it before exhaustion hit him like a bus, efficiently throwing him into the land of unconsciousness.

Ghost was scared shitless. Gunfire was everywhere. The worst part was, he couldn't even see what was going on. That really bothered him. But what bothered him even more was the fact that he knew that with each passing second, Roach was being taken farther and farther away from him. He couldn't even move, much less go after him. Damn these restraints... He wanted nothing more than to rip John and Dan's heads off with his bare hands, although he knew that would be much too quick a death for such horrible people. No, if he ever got hold of those two, he and Roach would torture them mercilessly for months. He promised himself that.

Another gun was fired and he flinched, shouting curses through the gag as pain coursed through his entire body. He didn't know how long he laid there, but it felt like days. At one point, he thought he heard helicopter rotors but he wrote it off as his wild imagination. Eventually the gunfire died down and he was so worried that he physically ached. Or that could've just been all of his injuries... who knows? After a while, he heard voices. Then footsteps as they got closer to his position.

Oh shit...

Did they come back? His first instinct was to scream and try to get away. Every time he had heard footsteps in the past two weeks, it had been Dan coming for another round of torture. Now when he heard footsteps, the memory was branded into his mind and a negative reaction was inevitable. Panic swelled in his chest, making it even harder to breathe than it already was. The footsteps grew louder until they came into the room. There were several gasps and surprised yelps. His breathing hitched and his heart pounded furiously in his chest.

I'm going to die...

"Ghost!" A familiar voice yelled, coming closer.

Suddenly there were hands. Everywhere. Some removing the blindfold and gag, while others tried to get the restraints to open.

"Damn it. How the fuck are we supposed to get these off?"

"Maybe there's a button? Or a key...?"

"There's no keyhole, you dumbass."

"..."

"Ghost. Ghost, do you know where Roach is?" Someone right above him asked.

His eyes shot open, only to see Dan looming over him with a sadistic smirk on his face. He yelped and flinched in alarm, tears of fear already filling his eyes. He didn't want any more torture! He was done! He couldn't deal with any more!

"N-n-nooo... no more! Leave m-me alone!' He cried, tears running down his cheeks.

"Don't cry! It's okay... we're gonna get you out of here, alright?" A voice said as a hand wiped away the tears on his cheeks. It was kinda pointless, as new ones immediately replaced them.

Someone stroked his hair in an effort to get him to calm down, but it didn't work. He couldn't breathe. The harder he tried, the worse it got. His lungs burned with the need for oxygen. He couldn't stop crying. He just wanted Dan to go the fuck away! He wanted to be with Roach and all of his friends again... but instead Dan was here and Roach was gone.

I fucking hate life.

A/N: Haha, that was so angsty. Ghost was so upset... I almost feel bad for him. Well, Roach is gone but I promise he'll be back soon! Please review~