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| Pain: Darien's POV By: Banshee |
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| Spoilers: Not a single one Warnings: There are some owwies here, but i don't think I was 'too' graphic. Just be advised. Notes: All right a little explaining needs to be done. This is part three in a number of little snippets I'm calling Pain as I'm sure you will understand if you ready this. I don't think I go 'too' graphic, but be careful there are owwies in this. The first was from Darien's POV and the second was from Bobby's. I can't tell you what number the last posts were (sorry), but if you want the other two parts just e-mail me and I'll be happy to send them your way. As always thanks to my beta. <Banshee waves at nightshade> ** Nightshade Waves right back "Your Welcome =0)** "Bobby?" I can hear the pain and confusion in my own voice. I would wince at the sound of it, but I don't have the energy. There is too much pain. It pulses and crashes over my body again and again. Razor sharp claws dig in to my head and I know from the echoes of dark laughter, that I must be getting close to QSM. There is no need to check my monitor, not that I can at the moment. Bad enough that I have been beaten and dumped in this dark hold of a cell until they return to finish the job, but now the madness is coming. Despite the pain part of me wishes it had come earlier. I may have stood a chance then, would have been able to take some of them down with me. As it is I was unable to get away let alone do any damage to them. I'm nothing more then a tangled mass of pain impulses . I don't even try to catalogue and organize what has been done to me this time. I don't have to. The men that worked me over were very good at their job. They made sure I knew exactly what was being done to me. I remember each crack from my now broken ribs. I am aware of each slice where the small silent man cut me and every place where the larger one hit me. I remember the flash of pain and the following ache caused when they broke my right cheek. My eyes are almost swollen shut, not that I could seen anything if I could open them, my vision being nothing more then a blur of light and dark. I'm sure I probably have a concussion. I hear a sound from the direction of the door and my heart catches in my throat. I can't tell if it's them to come back to finish their job or just my imagination. Hoping for the best I speak again. "Bobby?" |