... I am sorry for the wait-
BUT THERE IS A LOGICAL EXPLANATION I SWEAR!
My laptop got a corrupted OS halfway through, and Geek Squad was nice enough to wipe my hard drive...did I say nice? I meant evil...so yea, had to retype this chapter...but I hope you guys enjoy~
Ghost was in no means a pleasant mood. It had been about three days (if he was counting correctly, seeing as how his sense of time was starting to slip) since his near-death experience. Afterwards Gonzalo had his version of "fun" involving several types of blades, rubbing alcohol and new scars. He wasn't surprised when Roach told him he could hear him screaming. He wasn't going to try and bull shit that-it hurt, a lot. The next few days they were left with more scars-Ghost having to watch Roach receive new, very similar injuries to the ones he had received before. Currently he and Roach were still in their cell, Roach having just woken up and barely seeing Ghost's angry glare at the door.
"Are you trying to melt a hole in the door so we could escape?" Roach questioned, rubbing his still healing stomach as he grinned. "Or is there some sort of death trap on the handle that'll trigger when Gonzalo opens the door, and you can't wait to see it?"
"Not funny Roach." Ghost frowned. Roach's grin faltered, turning into a sigh.
"I know. But if looks could kill, I think by now America and half of China would be keeling over."
"That's a lot of people Roach." Ghost glanced at the sergeant, noting the very new laceration on his right shoulder that matched his own injury from four years ago. Roach shrugged, standing up stiffly.
"Yeah, but that look has a lot of hate in it." He said, twisting his torso and getting a symphony of cracks going up his spine. "That felt so good." Roach sighed, leaning against the wall and sliding down until he sat next to the lieutenant. He gave a wide grin, Ghost returning a small smile halfheartedly before he tilted his head back, hitting the wall behind him softly.
"You alright?" Ghost asked. Roach gave a nonchalant shrug.
"I'm ignoring the stabbing pain of starvation eating at my stomach-" Roach paused as both of their stomachs gave very loud and audible growls of hunger. "But other than the parched mouth that feels like Death Valley, I'm alright-minus injuries."
"That was…informative. I was trying to keep my mind off of all of that, but thank you Roach for bringing it up." Ghost frowned.
"Your welcome!"
"That was sarcasm Roach."
"I know." Roach grinned widely for the third time in ten minutes. "So, wonder what Gonzalo has planned for us today."
"Don't care." Ghost said sharply. "He's grating on my nerves more than his father-that's saying something." Roach grew silent, his grin sliding off his face.
"…what did they do to you last time?" he asked. Ghost glanced at him, a far off look in his eyes before he returned his glare to the door.
"I can't even remember half of the stuff, to be honest." He finally said. Roach gave him a confused glance that didn't go unnoticed. "Roach, I was drugged, beaten, and other excruciating things. I'm surprised I even remember what I do remember. And I don't want to remember any of it."
"But it sorta gives you an idea on what he's planning, doesn't it?" Roach pointed out, Ghost finding the sergeant to be correct, even if he hated the idea. If he remembered, the two of them could be better prepared for the trials they were going to face the rest of their stay there. Well, the better Roach could face everything and leaving much less scarred than Ghost himself had been. If this was Roach's first time being captured-and it was-then Roach had never hit his breaking point. Well, that Ghost was aware of, since he didn't know much about Roach's personal life. Roach nudged Ghost out of his thoughts, a concerned look on his face.
"Er, sorry. But you're right on that, I guess." Ghost muttered, running a hand through his greasy hair.
"So…" Roach sighed, tilting his head back to hit the concrete wall behind him. "I don't know why, but I'm bored."
"And you're announcing this in the hopes that it'll keep you entertained? Good luck with that." Ghost grumbled, slowly moving his legs. He was determined to be able to stand on his own-and he could for about five minutes before his knees buckled on him. At the first attempt two days ago, Roach had all but moved a mountain and birthed a cow when Ghost stood on his own for the first time, pacing the length of the room with the walls well past arm's reach. Roach had almost scolded Ghost for risking even more injury to himself and not letting his wounds recover, but the determined look hidden behind scarred and dead eyes had him balk, words faltering before they escaped his mouth.
Ghost huffed, taking one glance down at the blood slowly dripping out of his wounds and disregarding them. He'd been through worse, but with the doting sergeant also keeping a wary lookout for him as well, Ghost was sure to keep himself as 'healthy' as possible. This was tolerable for the moment.
The door swung open, the brightness from the hall seemingly trying to flood the small crack and enter the room. The two inside shielded their eyes quickly, hearing something drop onto the floor before the door slammed shut again. Roach blinked rapidly, getting up slowly and heading towards the door to gather whatever parcel had just been delivered to them.
"It's…pants." Roach announced, confused as he unfurled them. Ghost looked up, a confused glance exchanged between the two.
"Pants? That's it? No explosives or anything?" Ghost asked. Roach shrugged, searching the pockets of one pair before picking up the other, also searching them. He looked at the tags, tossing one to Ghost.
"Doesn't look dangerous. Nothing hidden in them." Roach slipped his pair on quickly, rolling the slightly long pants up before helping Ghost.
"I'm not paralyzed." Ghost grumbled in annoyance. Roach smirked, helping Ghost get dressed regardless.
"So, from anything you remember, what do pants signify?" Roach asked. Ghost frowned, thinking back. Nothing really stuck out to him, flashes from being beaten to brief flashes of sunlight followed by-wait.
"Oh, he is taking the piss…" Ghost said angrily. Roach gave him a confused look as Ghost sat up, leaning on the wall as he stood.
"What?"
"Do not tell him Simon; that would ruin the surprise." Gonzalo said suddenly, the harsh lights coming in once again. Roach and Ghost groaned as they were temporarily blinded, Gonzalo's silhouette standing in front of them.
"What the fuck man! I didn't know becoming blind was a part of this!" Roach moaned angrily, alternating between rubbing his eyes and blinking rapidly.
They were led out behind Gonzalo, Roach giving questioning glances to Ghost all the while. Ghost shook his head, drilling holes in the back of Gonzalo's head.
"Seriously, America and half of China." Roach whispered. Ghost gave a wry smile before it gave way to an angered glare as Gonzalo opened a set of doors in front of him, leading out into a yard. Roach looked around, spinning in a circle as he gazed up at the sky. Ghost spared him a glance, seeing childlike wonder in the sergeant's eyes at being able to see the sun once again. They made eye contact, Roach's infectious grin working its way to Ghost. It disappeared when Gonzalo stopped them, a ring of people coming and surrounding them.
"This seems a little too familiar." Ghost said. Gonzalo laughed lightly, pulling out his Desert Eagle and spinning it fluidly in his hands once again. Ghost wished he could take the gun, shove it u-
"I should hope so-these were some of the more entertaining times we had with you." Gonzalo replied, interrupting Ghost's day dream. The ring of people surrounding them tightened slightly, Roach now gazing at the faces watching them.
"I feel like we're on display. It's kinda creepy." Roach mumbled.
"We are Roach." Ghost said quietly, Roach's eyes going wide in amazement.
"For what? No one's seen an American before? They just have to go north; they'll find a whole bunch of us staring down the boarder!" Roach exclaimed, not noticing the stern look he was receiving from Ghost.
"You see, we grow bored here at times." Gonzalo started, pacing in a slow circle around them. "Simon knows fully well what is abo-"
"We're not doing it." Ghost said quickly. A small frown slipped from Gonzalo as he regained his composure, still circling them.
"Well Simon, it is not like you have a choice in the matter."
"What, are you going to kill us if we don't go along with it?" Ghost scoffed. "Make our lives a living hell? Already been there."
"Ghost, what's going on?" Roach hissed, scanning the faces watching them with excitement. "They look like their ready to watch a fight."
"They are." Ghost repeated sourly. Roach nodded slowly in understanding.
"Oh…wait, what?"
"We could always shock you into fighting. Then again, there are much more fun ways of invoking this." Gonzalo passed behind them, Roach slowly moving closer to Ghost. With a sigh Gonzalo stopped in front of them, the gun still dancing in his hands and catching the sunlight. "Why must you make this so difficult?"
"I'm not fighting Roach." Ghost said defiantly.
"And I'm not fighting Ghost!" Roach said quickly.
"Well then…" Gonzalo ceased his gun's dance, two men stepping forward at his gaze. "If not each other, how about my two strongest men?"
"No thanks." Ghost frowned. His legs were shaking slightly-he was reaching his limit. He put a hand on Roach's shoulder, both to comfort the sergeant and to keep his balance. However, his support system was taken from him quickly, cries of protest issued from the both of them as Roach's arms were twisted behind his back. Roach was trying to break free, the grip becoming tighter the more he struggled. Ghost moved forward to assist him, a widely grinning man stepping in front of him. Before Ghost could make a move of self-defense, he felt a solid blow to his stomach, winding him. His knees also chose at that time to give up, buckling under him until he was a gasping heap on the ground.
"Ghost! Let me go you sick pricks!" Roach twisted more violently, trying to help the downed lieutenant.
"What would be the fun in that?" Gonzalo replied. Roach let out a furious yell as he managed to jerk free, a fist flying into his captor's jaw and sending him to the ground. Two men from the circle stepped forward, yelling at Roach in Spanish angrily.
"Bring it on motherfuckers!" Roach yelled angrily, cracking his knuckles before swinging at the closest one to him with a left hook, catching everyone by surprise when he landed the solid blow on the side of the head. He followed with a knee to the stomach and an elbow to the back of the neck. The other took his place as he lay sprawled on the ground unconscious. Roach grinned, looking at Gonzalo. "This the kind of fight you were looking for?"
"Not quite." Gonzalo replied. Roach ducked under the fist his next adversary swung, sliding to the right and delivering a swift kick into his side. The other man's face contorted in pain as he held onto his side, using his free hand to take another swing. Roach stepped back, grabbing the fist out of the air with his left hand and twisting until he was close enough to trip the man and pin him to the ground, aiming a fist at the man's nose. A loud crack and scream accompanied the flow of blood from his broken nose. Roach took the opportunity to kick the man while he was down, eliciting a sharp, high pitch squeak of pain from the hit to his family jewels. Roach looked to Ghost, who was slowly getting up on his hands and knees. Ghost looked up, his gaze past Roach and widening in surprise. Roach gave him a confused glance as Ghost tried to say something.
"B-behind you!" Ghost finally coughed out, Roach turning around to find a fist flying right at his face. He didn't-couldn't react in time, receiving the full force of the punch. He stumbled backwards, seeing stars before crashing into a wall of flesh. Various hands shoved him forward until a solid kick to the stomach made him buckle in pain, gasping as his wound reopened once again. Roach blinked, seeing a knee speed up until it hit in him the forehead, throwing his head back. He lost his balance, falling onto his back flat, knocking the little air he had out of his lungs. Stars danced in his sight, someone pulling him up by the arm and spun him once to face each other. Through blurry, star specked sight he saw Jorge grinning darkly before a fist landed on his right eye, Roach crying out as his cut over his eye was hit. He could already tell it was ripped open again, warm blood flowing down his cheek. He stumbled back, wiping his eyes clear of the stars before staring back at Jorge.
"You know, that was a bitch move, right?" Roach grumbled, wiping the blood off his hands onto his pants. Jorge merely smirked before striking out with a kick, Roach catching it and pulling up. Jorge fell on his back, twisting until Roach let go and sweeping his legs out. For the second time Roach landed flat on his back, winded and seeing multiple stars. As his vision cleared he saw Gonzalo and a few other men standing over him.
"You certainly know how to fight." He remarked, putting a boot over Roach's upper left arm as the others held down his legs and right arm. "Even if you are right handed, you seem to favor your left side." Roach looked at him, puzzled but unable to stand up or move. Gonzalo smiled, slowly stepping down on Roach's arm. Hard.
"Get off of him!" Ghost yelled, barely standing before he was shoved back down, landing on his stomach. Jorge planted a foot on Ghost's back as others kept him to the ground as Roach cried out, trying to move away as the pressure grew unbearable, feeling his bone bending under the pressure. A moment later the group heard an audible crack. Roach screamed in agony as Gonzalo pressed a bit harder before relenting, signaling to the others to step back as he did, watching Roach curl around his broken arm, sobbing as he tried to sit up and cradle it to prevent further harm. Ghost was at this point trying desperately to get up as Gonzalo circled them once again, a predatory gleam in his eyes.
"Well, your bones are much weaker than I had anticipated. And you seem to be bleeding again from your eye and stomach. Perhaps it would be best if you two were taken to the infirmary for a day. Jorge, Juan, los llevan a la enfermería." Gonzalo ordered, Roach felt a pair of hands grab him by the shoulder, jolting his broken arm and making him cry out, swearing colorfully as he tried to protect it again from further harm. Ghost was behind him, held up behind two other men as his knees bled. Roach glanced back at him, frowning deeply.
"You're bleeding." Ghost mimicked the frown.
"I knew that. Your arm's broken."
"I knew that too."
Not the best but oh well...
Go rip this thing up please~ I feel like this chapter could have been a lot better...but I don't know how!
I am opening myself up to the strictest criticism.