Yes, another installment of this...story...*sigh* Yes...I really need to work on my other story...
This was the second time in three days Roach had woken up without his expressed desire to go to sleep on his own. Both ways weren't very desirable-blunt trauma and chloroform were the top of the list of "Ways I, Gary Sanderson, Wish To Tot Be Unconscious Because Of." Granted, it wasn't a very well-named list, but blunt trauma and chloroform were there-actually, they pretty much made up the list. The other undesirable way would be passing out piss-drunk and waking up with some body area hurting.
Roach slowly opened his eyes, grudgingly accepting the fact that his eyesight would never be crystal clear as soon as he woke up. He blamed genetics-mostly his drug-addicted father. Roach's twin brother and older sister suffered the same detrimental eye sight first thing in the morning-and so far, no exact causes have been found.
In trying to rub his eyes clear of sleep, Roach discovered his hands were cuffed to metallic armrests, as were his ankles. His torso was tied to the chair's back, the legs bolted down to the floor to prevent movement. After trying to futilely pull himself free, a sudden thought crossed his mind.
'Where's Ghost?'
A glance up made him take a breath of relief-Ghost was in the same tied down fashion as he was, head hanging limply and allowing ginger hair to act as a curtain over his closed eyes. More relief seemed to flood Roach when he realized that both of them were free from any new injuries-all of that would be changing very, very soon.
The door opened just enough for someone to peer through before closing with a snap-most likely to check to see if either one were awake. A few minutes later that proved to be the case when Gonzalo stepped in, garbed in simple jeans and black polo. A holster wrapped around his left thigh was empty-his prized Desert Eagle twirling artistically in his hands as he started pacing between his two 'guests'.
"It is about time you woke up. I have been waiting for a day now." He seemed to scold. Roach let out a scoff.
"Would have been up MUCH earlier if you didn't knock us out with chloroform." He muttered angrily.
"It does not matter. I have an excellent two months planned for you two." Gonzalo said airily. Roach flinched at the aloofness the Mexican man in front of him held himself to, unsure if it was all a ploy-or if it was exactly how the man was on a day to day basis.
Both ideas didn't seem to sit right with the sergeant.
"Sounds like a blast." He muttered. "Care to tell me your dastardly ideas while we wait for Ghost to wake up, or are you not going to follow the normal comic book evil-doer?"
"This is your first time being captured." It wasn't a question.
"You say that like it's a bad thing! But n-well, if you count being held at gunpoint by terrorists in Iraq while your squad is no where to be found…" Roach trailed off. He was standing for ten minutes against a wall and blindfolded as they took potshots around him-lucky his extraordinarily high luck was on his side-before his squad rescued him.
"So you have not." Gonzalo summarized. Roach gave a noncommittal shrug.
"Does it matter? And are you going to tell me what you have planned or what? It'll make for a great conversation." He said sarcastically.
"Since there is nothing else to do but wait for Simon to wake up and join us, I might as well. I have a lot planned for the two of you-these next two months will be quite entertaining to me-and a living Hell for you and Simon. By the end of sixty days-rather, fifty eight days, Simon will be gone from this world. You? By the end of ninety days. Maybe less, if you are grief-stricken enough to take your own life." Gonzalo seemed to radiate glee as he finished, the thought of Ghost dead alone gave him a sick sense of happiness-Roach was an added bonus.
"You're kidding. What kind of sick bastard plans how they're going to kill someone?" Roach hissed out angrily. Gonzalo stopped his pacing and placed his Desert Eagle into the holster smoothly, turning to face Roach with a blank expression.
"It does not matter what you think. What does matter is by the time your precious team manages to locate you again-it'll be far past too late."
"How touching." Ghost spoke barely above a whisper, making Roach jump in surprise and positive his heart would never calm down after a shock like that. Gonzalo merely turned around.
"So you are awake Simon?" He seemed to reprimand Ghost the same as he did to Roach. "It took you long enough to join us. Shall I go over my plans again for you?"
"I heard plenty." Ghost said, the tone slightly masked.
"Really?" Gonzalo seemed happy that he didn't have to repeat himself as Roach watched the exchange between the two.
"One problem in your plan though, mate." Ghost remarked, Gonzalo frowning in reaction.
"And that would be…?"
"You can't kill a Ghost." Ghost lifted his head to show the dark and malevolent grin he wore, his eyes different from the Ghost Roach remembered, the phrase "If looks could kill" coming into his mind. With a blink, however, the wicked grin disappeared as if it was never there.
"You forget I was there with my father last time we met. He used to boast to us at dinner about how easily one little crack could spider web out until you crumbled at his mercy. I was the one that recommended to father to kill your family-however the ingenuity to use Sparks and Washington does not rest with me. Pure genius, watching you suffer when you thought you escaped." Gonzalo smiled sadistically.
"Very smart indeed…" Ghost muttered, before locking eyes with Gonzalo and giving the biggest shit-eating grin Roach had ever seen. "Tell me, did your father gloat to your mother? Or one of the other whores he used to sleep with?" Roach knew immediately that it was a low blow-the lowest blow anyone could ever blow.
"I direct your attention to the small electrical nodes attached to the bottoms of your chairs-they are connected to a standard car battery. With a verbal command issued by any one of us in this room, it will send you both writhing with 10 milliamperes of electricity. It will not be a pleasant experience." Gonzalo explained stiffly. Roach's face grew ashen, noting Ghost's face go slightly pale as well. If both of them remembered that particular high school physics lesson correctly all those years ago-extreme pain was about to head their way. "Care for a demonstration?"
"No, not really in particular. Thanks for the offer tho-" Roach didn't have the time to finish the sentence before he entered the world of white hot pain, his bound body thrashing as the electricity worked it's way though. Before he could comprehend what had happened, the pain stopped suddenly, leaving him quite winded and exhausted.
"That was only one second-I assure you with each time the time will increase. How much, I cannot say." Gonzalo smirked.
"Roach…don-don't talk…" Ghost muttered, his body shaking with pain.
"Well, since you took the fun out of that…I might as well use the remote." Gonzalo sighed as he pulled a small, slender rectangle out of his pocket. Roach eyed it wearily before gazing at Ghost as he spoke.
"Huh, you are a sick bastard…"
"And like I said before, I detest nick names." At that, both men were once again thrust into a world of unimaginable pain-their bodies' natural signals being overloaded with information, muscles contracting on their own to the point of nearly ripping. Roach couldn't help the strangled cry that escaped his throat before it stopped. Ghost's body seemed to twitch heavily as he tried to take deep breaths in an attempt to distract himself from the pain.
"Th-this sucks…" Roach muttered, feeling his body shuddering involuntarily as he tilted his head back. "Di-didn't you tell me t-to keep my mouth sh-shut?"
"Sh-shut up, twat." Ghost frowned. "Li-like you make it better…"
"I could! Watch-" Roach grinned stupidly as he made eye contact with Ghost. "So a Brit, American, and Mexican-whore baby are in a room. There's one bottle of water left and one piece of food left. Who gets what?" Ghost stared like Roach had sprouted an extra head and five arms.
"What are you prattling on about?" Roach's grin grew wider.
"Why, the American and Brit get everything! The Mexican-whore baby just goes and asks one of him moms to go get him some food from the kitchen!" Ghost smirked.
"Here's the challenge; the Mexican's got to ask his real mother for food."
"There ya go!" Roach laughed loudly, joined by Ghost a few seconds later. Both of their laughs soon turned into cries of pain as Gonzalo held his thumb over the button, stopping after ten seconds had passed. To Ghost and Roach, however, it felt much longer than ten seconds-as if it was the end of time before their bodies were relieved of any pain.
"It seems Simon is not with us any more." Gonzalo seemed to sigh. Roach, whose head was hanging limply as he tried to catch his breath, shot up to see Ghost sitting limply, unmoving, as if he were dead. Gonzalo placed two fingers over Ghost's pulse before pulling his head up by hair, opening one eye to reveal that they had rolled back. Roach winced at the sight as Gonzalo released his grip, turning to face Roach. "It was a pity-I had hoped you had gone out first so I could be…reacquainted…with Simon."
"Y-yea? T-too bad…" Roach spoke hoarsely, making eye contact. "W-well then, wh-what now?"
"…I suppose I could permit you to ask a few questions." Gonzalo replied. Roach gave another grin, quite positive with whatever he was about to say would bring more pain-Ghost would be calling him the biggest twat he'd ever known. And he'd be completely right.
"Why's the sky blue? Why d'we park in a driveway and drive on the parkway?" Roach rambled off matter-of-factly. "Why do we measure in feet when everyone had a different sized foot? Why is 'abbreviated' such a long word? I-"
"Enough." Gonzalo spoke darkly as he pressed the button once again. The white-hot pain flared immediately, Roach thrashing against his bonds as muscles moved involuntarily and a choked scream escaped him. When it stopped a few seconds later, Roach hung his head limply, too exhausted to speak. His breaths turned deep as he tried to calm himself down, his body twitching angrily. Through his hair he spotted Ghost's still form, at times giving a small shudder before falling still. The only way Roach knew he was alive was the steady rising and falling of his chest.
His view was interrupted as Gonzalo stood in front of him, closing his eyes as his head was jerked up painfully by the hair.
"Llevarlos de vuelta a sus celdas. Avisarme cuando se despiertan." Gonzalo ordered as four men came inside. Roach felt his bonds disappear and two pairs of hands grab him by the shoulders and dragged him out, hearing the other two men dragging Ghost with them carelessly. Roach didn't pay attention to where they were going, his eyes opening slightly to see Ghost's form behind him. He closed his eyes, letting the exhaustion take over and falling asleep.
...so, it begins...ish...well, it DID, but you know...
...I'm just going to shut up now...
And I know a few of you wanted Ghost's POV-it'll come, it's just...quite hard to keep it in his perspective...
But I love me a challenge...XD
BTW, apparently some people didn't get an email saying I updated...? Something to that or am I just going insane-or are those people insane?
...both ways don't seem like a downer to me, just saying...