(Placeholder) (therealcptnmrvl) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-07-13 14:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | captain marvel |
Who: Major Carol Danvers
NPCs: Militants, Ghazi Rashid
When: May 8, 2003
Where: Afghanistan
What: Carol makes her daring escape! Part 5, the conclusion. (Missed Part 1? Read it HERE. Missed Part 2? Read it HERE. Miss part 3? Read it HERE. Missed Part 4? Read it HERE.)
Rating: R. Most definitely R.
Carol's head sank. Her eyes drifted down, catching sight of her mangled hand - the way the blood pooled and dripped down the length of it or the way each fingered kind of twitched and spasmed. It was unrecognizable and it felt foreign to her.
She didn't know how much more she could take of this. She never, in a million years, thought she'd ever be tortured and especially not for something she had no knowledge of. It was lunacy. Instead of focusing on the pain, she pushed passed and silently repeated the Air Force Code of Conduct like a mantra.
Ghazi Rashid stood in the doorway with his back to the light that pooled in - a black silhouette.
"You are ready to tell me about Ascension? Or do I have to work on the other hand?" He asked, as cool as ever.
Carol swallowed, her throat felt dry. "How long have I been here?" She asked, not bothering to look at Rashid.
"A week now since the crash. Your people have declared you dead. No rescue is coming."
A week. No one was coming. She was dead. No. Wait.
"Heh," Carol finally looked up, eyes narrowed on Rashid. "You goofed."
"Excuse me?"
"You humiliated me. You tortured me. You even scared me. But in the end, you goofed." There was a brief glimmer of satisfaction mixed with unadulterated hatred in her steely blue eyes.
"Is that a fact?" Rashid asked, a bit taken aback.
"Indeed it is," she replied, nearly smug. "Assuming I did know the things you wanted to know, about whatever the hell Ascension is, your job was to disorient me. To keep me off balance. And I'll admit it. I lost track of time when you were shocking me.
"I blacked out a few times and when I woke up you could have told me we'd been in this room for days and I would have believed you. But then you told me it had only been three hours. And you told me those three hours had all been on the day before. You told me this because I impressed you and you wanted me to know about it.
"So when you started in on my fingernails, I started counting. One one-thousand, two one-thousand. I kept track of how long you took to tear out my fingernails and listen to me scream. And then, I kept track of how long I sat here in the dark.
"See...most people you sit them in a pitch black room with nothing to do and they fall asleep. But if I slept you could tell me it had been a week, and I'm so hungry right now I'd believe you.
"But it hasn't been a week since the crash. Judging by how long my leg looks and feels, it has been three days. At the most.
"The day of the crash. The day of the electrocution. The day of the fingernails...And the seven hours since then.
"I'm smarter than you, Ghazi Rashid. I'm smarter than you and now matter how much you torture me...I will always be smarter than you."
Rashid emerged from the shadows, his face twisted in anger, brandishing the sledge hammer. "I understand you are a pawn that is not even on the same game board of the people who have crossed me. And that is why I cam here to offer you my final gift." Swinging it up over his head, he brought it down on Carol's arm, still shackled to chair. She screamed.
"I knew as soon as you landed that you held no knowledge of Ascension. I knew. See? Now who is smarter? Me, or the woman I am about to kill?
Weakly, "You may have broke my arm...but for the first time in three days, I can fight back."
Carol's arm hung loosely at her side, the bit of chair, still connected. Unexpectedly, she swung it upwards, gouging Rashid in the neck with the wood and bit of mangled metal. She tore through his skin there causing thick blood to ooze out. He staggered back a moment, shock and awe written on his face, before falling to the ground. There was a little glimmer of a smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth, unfortunately there was no time for that, there were still about half a dozen guards to elude.
Carol cursed beneath her breath, "Fuck," as she freed herself from the rest of her bonds. She stooped to pick up the sledge hammer, dragging it up into a standing postilion before hefting it with her hand.
As one of the guards rushed in to see what the matter was, why Ghazi had made that terrible noise, Carol struck him once in the gut, to stun him, then once in face to finish him off. It was heavy, yes, but it didn't matter. She had something else on her side that was going to help her - the will to live.