Hello all. Another one from me. This one's also up on fanfiction.net, and yes, it's another fanfic. But this time it's a Halo: Reach fanfic. Enjoy! Be warned though, this has scenes of torture in it.
She slipped in and out of consciousness, the light fading from her eyes before returning.
The man before her smirked, raising the scalpel in his hand threateningly.
“So...will you tell me yet? Who do you work for?” He paused, and fingered the edge of the scalpel almost lovingly, stroking the sharp blade. “...What? Not going to answer?”
I felt my breath catch in my throat and leaned closer to the screen, albeit unconsciously. She was performing well so far, our most successful yet. This was it. The decider. If she answered, she was done for. If not...
The AI beside me watched almost curiously, the normally blue hue of his skin turning a shade of green.
“If she passes... Then she will be used for that, won’t she?”
“Of course.”
I returned my gaze to the glowing screen before me, the hidden camera revealing everything that happened in that room. The masked man raised his hand swiftly.
“Have it your way then.”
He drove the scalpel deep into her thigh. She bit back a cry of pain, gritting her teeth.
I couldn’t see his face, his expression hidden behind that creepy mask of his. He leaned forward, and whispered something into her ear. I frowned. This wasn’t part of the plan. His hand gripped her shoulder, held her still. His forehead came to a rest on her other shoulder.
This definitely wasn’t part of the plan.
[System error]
[Switching POV]
She slipped in and out of consciousness. In and out, in and out. Kind of like the waves. I smirked, raising the scalpel in my hand threateningly. Perhaps she’ll cave this time. Course, I wouldn’t mind if she didn’t.
“So...will you tell me yet? Who do you work for?” Pausing, I fingered the edge of the scalpel, tenderly stroking the blade. She’s amazingly resistant to torture, this one. All the others would have told me anything I asked by now. I twirled the blade in my hands.
“What? Not going to answer?”
I flipped the blade over in my hand once more. This was it. If she caved in, she failed, and would be disposed of. If not...
“Have it your way then.”
I drove the blade deep into her thigh, narrowly avoiding anything major. It’d be bad if she started bleeding to death. I won’t get my answers if she does.
I watched her bite back a pained cry, gritting her teeth. Her hate-filled glare burned through my skin, making its way through all the layers I had carefully crafted. I blinked, feeling utterly exposed for a just a moment.
I slammed my walls down on her intrusion and smirked. But of course, she couldn’t see that, not with my mask on at the very least.
Leaving the scalpel impaled in her thigh, I leant forward. Her harsh breathing assaulted my ears and the exposed skin between part of my mask and tinted goggles. Or shades. Eh, whichever you want to call it.
I squatted so that my head was level with hers, where my lips would be just brushing the top of her ear.
“Let’s see how long you can last... Shall we?”
I grinned. Yes, I was going against orders but...just how much more can she take?
My hand gripped her injured shoulder, and I watched with intensifying pleasure as her pain grew. Perfect. She stayed slumped in her seat, rigid as a rock. But even rocks will break eventually.
I rested my forehead on her shoulder for a brief moment, savouring the smell of fear and pain lingering on her skin. Soon that scent may change.
“I’ll be right back...love.”
Then I did what I had been trained to do for nearly my whole life. I left, a scalpel still embedded deep in her bloody thigh.
Making people suffer is my specialty you know.
[End transmission]
[Loading in progress]
The cold and pain assaulted my defences the minute that bastard left. My body sagged against the hard, wooden chair, barely able to keep upright. The ropes tugging at my chest and limbs refused to release me, refused to let me give up and just collapse onto the cold floor. But I’m grateful, somewhat. It means my resolve won’t wilt and crumble beneath his cruel gaze. I won’t let it, so long as I am bound to this godforsaken chair.
The door opened a crack, letting the bright white light sneak in for a brief moment in time, before a rather large and imposing shadow blocked it.
He shoved the door open before kicking it shut behind him. A coffee mug was in one hand, a bloody car battery in the other.
I am so screwed.
[Load complete]
I strolled into the viewing room.
“Sir.”
I poured myself a cup of the thick coffee the Admiral drank and examined one of the car batteries on the table. Perhaps I can shock her into talking.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing in there? You’re time with her is finished!” He paused and watched me from the corner of his eye. “Look at me when I’m talking, sergeant. And stop staring at that battery.”
“With all due respect sir... I have permission from ONI to continue her...test, shall we say, until I see fit to stop.”
“You’re going to kill her at this rate.”
“Then she will only be another failed test subject. You need not worry, Admiral. You’ll get your personal grim reaper.”
The sergeant picked up the battery and swaggered out of the room.
“Eventually.”
