[Fic] Wayfaring Stranger
Apr. 10th, 2010 09:41 amTitle: Wayfaring Stranger
Fandom: Human Target
Prompt: Human Target, the team, Guerrero is captured and for once can't think his way out of it; Chance and Winston are going to get him back and will not be playing nice. Torture.
Characters: Winston, Chance, Guerrero, Eve (OC), Dawn (OC)
Word Count: ~4,760
Rating: R for violence
Summary: Guerrero was trying to help Chance without him knowing. Getting kidnapped and tortured kind of hampers that.
They don't tell you about interrogation rooms.
The light bulb wasn't swinging. The table wasn't metal. The floor was carpet underneath the plastic wrap they had laid down to catch the blood. The chair he was tied to was solid, and probably expensive.
It was somebody's house. Or it had been. Before they'd taken over.
He didn't know who they are, although he could make a pretty good guess by the way they spoke. By the way they moved. By the patterns they beat into him in intervals.
Different people from different secret police around the world had different interrogation techniques. Different places they liked to go for.
And what does it say about me that I know this?
I'm too old for this shit.
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Fandom: Human Target
Prompt: Human Target, the team, Guerrero is captured and for once can't think his way out of it; Chance and Winston are going to get him back and will not be playing nice. Torture.
Characters: Winston, Chance, Guerrero, Eve (OC), Dawn (OC)
Word Count: ~4,760
Rating: R for violence
Summary: Guerrero was trying to help Chance without him knowing. Getting kidnapped and tortured kind of hampers that.
They don't tell you about interrogation rooms.
The light bulb wasn't swinging. The table wasn't metal. The floor was carpet underneath the plastic wrap they had laid down to catch the blood. The chair he was tied to was solid, and probably expensive.
It was somebody's house. Or it had been. Before they'd taken over.
He didn't know who they are, although he could make a pretty good guess by the way they spoke. By the way they moved. By the patterns they beat into him in intervals.
Different people from different secret police around the world had different interrogation techniques. Different places they liked to go for.
And what does it say about me that I know this?
I'm too old for this shit.
( Read more... )