Breathe in

Received

Keith glared defiantly at Admiral Sanda when she entered his cell, Iverson behind her. Stupid electricity knob wasn't going to make him any less defiant.

"Up."

Keith forced himself to stand, his legs still shaky, but capable of supporting his weight.

Sanda clicked a button on a remote, and the electricity discharger on his neck bleeped once to tell him that it was disarmed. "Come on."

Keith kept glaring, and crossed his arms. "No."

"You will obey when I command! Up!"

Keith lunged forward and knocked the remote out of her hand, bringing his heel down on it and crushing it. "No!"

Sanda whipped out some stick thing that cackled with electricity. Keith eyed it cautiously, taking a step back. He didn't want to tangle with that.

Xxx

Iverson watched impassively as Keith crushed the remote. Sanda could get another one, of course, but for now, the punishment device was disarmed- he must have planned that.

Sanda advanced on Keith with her stick, and he backed up. She struck quickly, though, and it hit him right in the ribs.

Keith dropped to the ground, one arm pressed tightly to his ribcage. Sanda hovered over him with a glare. "Are you ready to obey?"

Keith looked up at her, and Iverson saw absolute hatred burning in his eyes. He stepped out of the doorway as Keith rammed his shoulder into Sanda's stomach, pushing her out of the cell and right into the wall with a crunch. Then he ran down the hallway. Iverson caught him by the collar, and Keith's fist swung around into his eye. It was uncoordinated, and didn't hurt that much, but Sanda didn't need to know that. Iverson released Keith, and he bounded away.

But Sanda wasn't done yet. She threw her electric stick like a javelin, and it slammed into Keith's legs as he ran, and he fell to the ground, his feet twitching.

Xxx

Keith yelped as he fell, instinctively curling his legs up towards his chest.

Come on, no, no, so close!

Sanda scooped up her electric stick, and it jabbed him in the leg, making his muscles spasm again. "What did you think that would accomplish, hm?" She jabbed him again. "Answer."

Keith curled into fetal position to protect himself, but the stick came to push him in the back, making him jolt back out as an electric shock tingled down his spine.

"Well?"

Jab. In the stomach.

"Surely you didn't think that you could escape."

Jab. Right in the ribs. Keith gasped for air. "Stop—" he hated himself for this, hated himself for pleading with Sanda, hated himself for being helpless, but he couldn't do anything to stop it, could only hope for it to stop. His fingers desperately, spastically, double clicked his bracelet charm.

Somebody... anybody... please...

Xxx

Shiro screamed as the medical saw started to cut down into his skin, slicing effortlessly through muscle. Something was shoved in his mouth, and he bit down on it, hard, whimpering as he watched his arm get taken away, probably to the trash heap. His vision started flickering to black, and as if from a long way off, he heard his watch beep. He forced his eyes open to see an alert.

Keith was in trouble.

Have... have to... get... out... have to... he's having an attack... I've got to find him, I've got to... got to help...