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Anthony British Member is offline Posts: 9	Posted: Jan 12th, 2008 at 03:38 pm Well, it wasn't so much of a parablooper as a clusterfuck. During the RAF lad's short time since the events in Japan, he hadn't flown a plane on an actual tactical mission. That alone was driving him crazy! They'd stuck him in the plotter room, overseeing the lasses who really didn't need overseeing. He manned the radios and telephones with tactical precision, directing this squadron here and that fighter there. The war itself was a great ol' clusterfuck too, he had thought to himself, peering over the plotting table from he stance at the abck of the room by the radio switchboard. "No, no, no!" He stepped down off of the steps he'd been occupying and snatched a radio headset off of a blonde woman. She looked at him impertinently as he redirected her charge and moved the counters on the board around slightly with the push-stick. The radio headset went back to the woman and he frowned at her. "What're you trying to get them killed? Skirt around this way and have them come in from the side." He gave her a reprimanding look, took a drag of the cigarette hanging from his mouth, and went back to his step. And then all hell had broken loose. He knew they were close to the front, yeah. He'd shot one of the first Nazi's who came through the door of the little plotting room, but it was useless really. Most of the guys on the base had been killed, and he was here protecting a group of unarmed women. Useless. And that was why it was more of a clusterfuck than a parablooper. He found himself sitting angrily at a little metal table, jonesing for a cigarette and nursing one hell of a migraine and a black eye. To say he was cool about all of it was a lie. No, he remembered the last 'interrogation' and he wasn't happy about it. Her still had the ugly scar hidden under his chin from that damned scalpel being shoved up through his jaw. His skin was permanently scarred on his upper arm from the lye that sick bastard had used on him. And his body wasn't the only thing scarred. He suffered nightmares of it almost every night, nightmares of that slow and deliberate pulling of skin, peeling, ripping. He put his hands up to his head impatiently and ruffled the sandy brown hair there irritably. When the japanese had caught him, he'd had nothing to tell, but now he did, and he was working on steeling himself. He wouldn't tell. Let them send in that japanese doctor and he still wouldn't tell. Logged
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Martina Hirsch German Member is offline Posts: 14	Posted: Jan 12th, 2008 at 04:14 pm The woman who strolled into the interrogation room wore a nicely tailored black jacket over an unassuming knee-length black skirt. The coloring was the same as her uniform, but the clothes themselves were civilian. Martina's dark, glossy hair was brushed back and bound up in a tight coil. She wore a pleasant, professional smile. Altogether, she was not very threatening. Checking her clipboard briefly, Martina glanced up at the man in the chair and smiled at him. "Lieutenant Horton? Ah, I see you've been spoken to already." The woman was barely over five feet, hardly an imposing figure, but she showed no fear of the strange man as she walked briskly over to peer at his black eye. "Tisk. I apologize for that. Some of our people are overzealous." A second chair sat on the opposite side of the table. Martina took a seat, primly crossing her legs at the knee and holding the clipboard in her lap. The gun at her hip was mostly concealed by her jacket, but she didn't much care if this Horton caught a glimpse of it. If he was as intractable as he appeared, he would get to see quite a lot of it. Martina had no patience for games. She tapped her pencil against her upper lip thoughtfully, eyeing the man across from her. Sullen and unhelpful. Pity. If he was clever enough to work as a plotter, surely he should be able to see that answering their questions was the only sensible course! Ah, well. Smiling brightly, Martina lowered pencil to clipboard. "My name is Martina Hirsch. I have some questions for you, and I have ever hope that you'll be helpful to us." There was no need to bother with threats. Martina didn't make threats, she took action. If this fellow disappointed her she would take care of him. "Why don't you start by telling me about the squadron movements you were working on when we uncovered your little operation?" The pencil was poised, ready to take down whatever Anthony said. Martina looked at him expectantly, still smiling. Logged
Anthony British Member is offline Posts: 9	Posted: Jan 12th, 2008 at 04:27 pm A glimmer of slight amusement lit up behind Anthony's eyes wen the lass strolled into the interrogation room. Great, just great, send in the skirt to try and weasel the information out of him. He smirked faintly, unimpressed and let his gaze wander around the rest of the room for the millionth time as she sat herself down. Was better than that little hut in the pacific at least. The scenery had gotten a lot better in the last minute too. His gaze slid back to Martina as she spoke, and he looked her over in silence, no particular emotion on his face now. "Well, Ms. Hirsch, I'm quite sure your friend knocked that information clean out of my head." He gave a purposefully fake pout, eyes dancing with stubborn cockiness, and shrugged. He drew in a breath and let it out with a faint bored sigh, turning his gaze abck tot he rest of the room again as his hand came up and idly scratched at the scar where they had stitched the bottom of his jaw closed. It wasn't a large scar at least, at least the physical scar anyway. Mentally... well, that was a different story. By all rights he should have bled out. Lucky. Hah! Lucky? Yeah, Lucky Tony, only on his second interrogation from an enemy. "If you plan on killing me, Ms. Hirsch, I suggest you do it. I'm useless to you." He darted a gaze back to her. It was steely and unyielding now. There was no joke in that gaze. Oh, he knew, he knew -all- about the squadron movements, the plan of attack, but he'd die before he'd become a traitor, and at least this lass was more pleasant to look at than Dr. Hotohori. Logged
Martina Hirsch German Member is offline Posts: 14	Posted: Jan 12th, 2008 at 04:48 pm Martina sighed. "That's rather rude of you, Lieutenant. I expected better." She set the clipboard on the table carefully, lips pursed in disapproval. Then, quick as lightning, she rose to her feet and scampered around so that she was behind Anthony. Muscles tensing violently, Martina ripped the chair out from beneath Anthony. She drew her gun, aimed, and fired. A single neat shot, right through Anthony's shoe. Pleased, Martina took a step back and looked down at the wounded man. "Now, if we may continue? I'd like you to go over your plans for the squadron movements. I've brought maps if you need to refresh your memory." The dark-haired woman beamed with the air of one conferring a great favor. "And you may have a crutch when you have finished. Won't that be useful?" Logged
Anthony British Member is offline Posts: 9	Posted: Jan 12th, 2008 at 04:59 pm "Oh this? Customary medical testing. Must be sure you're not sick with something. It's all routine of course. Just hold still." A ragged, hoarse scream hit the air of the little interrogation room in the wake of the crack of the luger. There are times when one can be quiet and macho about things, and then there are times when that's just impossible. This was one of those times. He thrashed for a moment before he rolled onto his side, both hands grasping his foot as he brought his knee up to his chest. The fingers didn't grasp the wound directly, didn't dare. Merely, he was simply gripping the shoe as he shot a gaze up to the woman above him. What useless drivel was she babbling at him? He stared at her incredulously, his eyes tearing up from pain but not emotion. He looked positively outraged. He couldn't reach her from where he lay still squirming slightly, she'd taken steps back from him to put her far too carefully out of reach. Damnit! Releasing his foot, the RAF lad rolled over onto his hands and knees with an audible wheeze of pain. Stubbornly, angrily, he reached out and snagged his chair, righting it with one vicious tug on it's leg. Painfully, carefully, he hauled himself back up into the seat, doubling over just a little bit as he sat there as if it might ease the pain that was nowhere near his abdomen. This fucking bitch was just as crazy as that damned doctor. Joy. "Go to hell." He spat, scooting his chair back in to the table with a sharp little groan. His breathing was shallow and laboured with pain, the colour gone from his face to be replaced by a slight sheen of cold sweat. Logged
Martina Hirsch German Member is offline Posts: 14	Posted: Jan 12th, 2008 at 05:26 pm While Anthony was struggling back into his chair, Martina returned to hers, crossing her legs and picking up the clipboard once more. "You really are being quite silly, Horton. If you'd just cooperate we could both get on with our lives." She rolled her eyes, both disappointed and amused by his foolishness. "We assumed you'd be somewhat cleverer than those bits of fluff you worked with. If you won't help us, though, we'll have to ask them a few questions instead." The woman's voice was still smooth and pleasant, though her statement contained a not-very-subtly veiled threat. Martina unpinned a folded map from her clipboard and slid it across the table to Anthony. "I know it's such a very macho thing to hold out, but you can always tell the lads back home I seduced you. Perhaps I drugged you!" She chuckled, tossing a pencil over. "Wouldn't that be a laugh! In any case, you'll have time to think up an appropriate story while you're detained. Right now I'd like you to think about those squadron movements. Why don't you make me a diagram here, there's a good lad!" Logged
Anthony British Member is offline Posts: 9	Posted: Jan 12th, 2008 at 05:46 pm Anthony stared across the table at Ms. Hirsch incredulously. Threatening the girls who worked beneath him wouldn't work either. He'd already gone over that scenario in his head, and the girls really didn't know anything anyway. Sacrifice a few to save many. He wouldn't give in. As much as it pained him to be the source of their agony, he hoped they would do the same. He was still flinching with pain, panting, and rocking just very slightly in his chair. Oh, this woman really was a piece of work! Tell her, betray his mates, and then lie about it? Did she think he was a German or something? "Everyone breaks, Lieutenant." Dr. Hotohori was dressing the wound on his arm. It hurt like hell, like he'd just thrown vinegar on the wound, and what was that strange smell? "Go to Hell." "Everyone breaks..." But he hadn't broken. He was close, too close for comfort, but that ballsy American had saved his ass. Lucky. Problem was however, there were no ballsy Americans around this time. Pleading for death, while dishonourable, was a thought that crossed his mind. He wouldn't do it. Hadn't done it with that Doctor, but maybe if he pressed enough buttons he might just be able to piss someone off enough to just put him out of his misery. He really didn't fancy another month of interrogation from the crazy fucking enemies. These people, these people were why he fought, to save his home from crazy megalomaniacs like this Hirsch woman. "You? Seduce me? HAH! They'd know it was a lie right off the bat. As if a German woman could ever seduce someone from His Majesty's Royal Air Force. Now, -that's- a laugh if ever I heard one! You're too used to dealing with these frenchies. Take away their damned chocolate bread and they'll tell you anything you want to hear. Hah!" He crossed his arms over his chest, trembling with pain. he held back a groan, his brow glimmering with cold sweat. "You know, I'm quite enjoying our meeting Ms. Hirsch. The knowledge that you'll never get a word out of me makes this all so much more entertaining. But I'm sure you've got time to waste on some other sap, so let's cut to the chase." "I'm not going to say jack-shit to you, or anyone else they decide to send in here. So either we can continue this pointless conversation and I'll bleed out right here, or you can save yourself the hassle, grow some balls, and shoot me in the face, because I'll never tell you where the squadrons are going. I know where they're going, I know everything, and I'll die happy to know that you never weaseled it out of me." "You think you scare me?" He paused, rolling up his sleeve to show the burned, mangled scar where his skin had been stripped away and dressed with lye. "I'm not a novice at this, and you pigs ain't got nothing on the Japs." His words were punctuated with little gasping breaths of pain, but the sentiment was true and ballsy. « Last Edited by Anthony Jan 12th, 2008 at 05:48 pm » Logged
Martina Hirsch German Member is offline Posts: 14	Posted: Jan 12th, 2008 at 06:14 pm "If you simply must be difficult, then I can oblige you." Martina raised an eyebrow coolly, not overly impressed by Horton's defiance. "Excuse me for a moment." Tucking her clipboard beneath her arm, Martina stood and went to the door, quietly letting herself. Anthony didn't have long to wait. Before a quarter of an hour had passed, Martina returned. The omnipresent clipboard was still clamped neatly beneath her left arm. Martina's right hand was wrapped around the neck of a gagged and bound young woman. She hauled the girl in, apparently effortlessly. The girl's eyes were reddened and shining with tears. Her neck already bore red marks from an earlier struggle, but Martina had choked the fight out of her with ease. Stepping daintily around the blood on the floor, Martina released the woman, shoving her so that she landed on her knees before Anthony. "Since you insist on being stubborn, I'm going to go ahead and ask Penny what she knows." Martina's lips quirked up in a wry smile as she raised her head to look at the man in the chair. "Obviously she's going to have a difficult time of answering with that gag on, but you may step in and help her out. If my questions aren't answered, then I'm going to be very frustrated with poor Penny. Is that clear, Horton?" Logged
Anthony British Member is offline Posts: 9	Posted: Jan 12th, 2008 at 06:33 pm Anthony looked slightly puzzled when the woman so abruptly left. She really did have a stick up her ass that one. he'd seen it a million times in the military. Strong, emotionless woman, having to prove her worth in the military by being hard as nails, and generally, a bitch. He leaned himself over the desk when she left, gasping now and then with pain. Sharp and cold pins and needles washed over his face. Maybe he'd just bleed to death. That would be lucky! But no, no, the bitch came back, and she wasn't alone. Anthony squared his jaw, sitting up as soon as he recognized who the woman had brought back with her. Oh, that bitch, that cold fucking bitch. Oh how he'd love to strangle the life out of her. Anthony stared down at Penny with disassociated eyes. He couldn't afford to show any emotion towards the girl. He wouldn't talk, couldn't. This was just cruel, horrible, something he hadn't counted on. Too easy to dismiss the girls when they weren't right in front of him. This was harder, but he couldn't betray thousands for the sake of a few, couldn't, wouldn't. He did not reach out with his bloody fingers to take the girls gag off. Better she stay muted, maybe this would go quicker. His stomach flip-flopped painfully, his eye flinching just barely. Penny's blond hair was messed up, her cap missing somewhere. She looked frightened to be sure, but eh couldn't give in, wouldn't give in. No. Think of the lads, think of the planes. He forced his mind to drift back to Duxford, before he'd been sent out to Japan. Those lads he'd gone through training with were half dead, the rest of them risking their lives still. He couldn't betray them all, not for the sake of a plotter who knew nothing about the actual tactical plans anyway. His gaze darted darkly up to Martina, his jaw still squared. It was a gaze that said "do your worst", a gaze that said he wouldn't give in, wouldn't say anything. But underneath it, there was a glimmer of something. Of pain perhaps, not just physical pain, but mental, emotional. Anguish, it lurked just below the surface of that bold front. "Now, Buck. We're going to play a game. This here is Mr. Horton. He's your friend, a foolish boy from England. His survival through this depends entirely on you. For every wrong answer you give me, I'm going to carve a little more flesh off of him." His gaze darted away from Martina, off to the other side of the room, and stayed there. In his ears rung the sound of his own pleading voice, crazed, illogical, pained. That goddamned Doctor had just about broken him. Then Jack had come along. Lucky. Lucky. « Last Edited by Anthony Jan 12th, 2008 at 06:34 pm » Logged
Martina Hirsch German Member is offline Posts: 14	Posted: Jan 12th, 2008 at 06:57 pm "Oh, do stop making faces at me." Martina rolled her eyes at the man in the chair, sighing eloquently. "You've already dragged this on past my lunch hour, Horton, and when I'm hungry I get a bit tetchy. I really would like to keep this civil, though." Stepping forward, Martina grabbed one of Penny's bound hands and hauled the lass bodily up so that the hand was in reach of her mouth. Martina took a delicate bite, neatly severing Penny's thumb and index finger at the base and swallowing the chunk of flesh whole. The rope around the girl's wrists was already tied tightly enough to serve as an adequate tourniquet. The blood pumped sluggishly out but did not jet. Martina removed a handkerchief from her pocket, fastidiously dabbing at her lips, and neatly bound up the remainder of Penny's mangled hand. Penny's thrashing and muffled screams were meaningless to Martina. Her wildly kicking legs, bound at the ankles, connected solidly with Martina several times but had no obvious effect. Martina dropped the girl to the floor and beamed at Anthony. "Ah, ladyfingers. Now, then. The map and pencil are right there. If you'd like to sketch out your plans I'd be most appreciative, and then both you and Penny can have a bit of a rest." « Last Edited by Martina Hirsch Jan 12th, 2008 at 07:01 pm » Logged
Anthony British Member is offline Posts: 9	Posted: Jan 12th, 2008 at 09:31 pm There are things that a person can expect in certain situations. Even situations a person might not ever been in have expectations linked to them, theories explored, plans of action. Then, there are things that take one entirely by surprise. Anthony's hazel eyes widened very slightly when the Nazi woman stuck Penny's fingers in her mouth. For a long moment he couldn't react to what happened. His mind -refused- to process it into thought as if trying to protect him from the horror he had just witnessed. Snap. Like the sound of a pencil lead breaking. His wrist, the knife point jammed into the underside of his tongue. He heard himself draw in a horrified, staggered breath as if from far, far away, heard it over the sound of Penny's screaming. "Customary medical testing. It's all routine of course." He kicked his chair back from table in a flail of limbs suddenly, tipping it over backward with him still in it. He rolled off of his back there, onto his knees, and vomited. That picture, along with all of those amassed on that damned pacific island, he knew, would never, ever leave his mind now. Another snapshot to add to the vacation album. Wish you were here! Penny's screaming from behind the gag was maddening. Had he screamed like that in the Doctor's hut? Yes, he had, hadn't he. All thoughts of squadron movements had flown completely out of the window. This was a nightmare! He expected the Doctor to come waltzing into the room any second with that stack of glass petri dishes. "Let her go!" He screamed suddenly, hoarsely. He tried to scramble to his feet, but wen the weight was put on his right he let out a strangled sound and stumbled back onto his left, catching himself with trembling hands on the tabletop. Ladyfingers This was too, too much. No, no, no! Hopping on his good foot, he lunged at the two women, grabbing each one by whatever he could get a hold off, and ripping them apart from each other. He let the Hirsch woman go, but not his ally. Penny, he pulled in closer to him, not taking his eyes off of the Nazi. He wasn't hugging her, consoling her, but he looked mighty protective all of a sudden, staring at Ms. Hirsch. How to get out of this. Think! How! Attack her, kill her, steal the gun... and what? Run? Hah! Penny was shaking and screaming. This woman wouldn't let them go. He couldn't talk, wouldn't talk. In the blink of an eye, his nerve steeled. He couldn't subject more people to these monsters! Never! This woman was going to torture them to death, -eat them.- He wouldn't allow it, not Penny, not the other girls. He wouldn't allow them a slow painful death. Utterly unexpectedly, he turned his back on Martina and grabbed Penny by the sides of her head. He drew in a deep breath as she stared at him with impossibly wide eyes. Snap. Like the sound of a pencil lead breaking. The girl fell out of his outstretched hands, crumpling dead to the floor, dead of a broken neck. he stood frozen there, like a mannequin. He'd killed people before, yes, but never one of his own, and never a woman. She was better off dead. Better off dead. Better off dead. It wasn't to stop her screaming, stop the nightmare. It was a mercy killing. Better off dead. Better off dead. Logged
Martina Hirsch German Member is offline Posts: 14	Posted: Jan 12th, 2008 at 11:09 pm Somewhat surprised by Horton's reaction, Martina made no objection as he pulled Penny away from her. The vomiting didn't surprise her. Oh, no, not at all! It was his spunk, his determination despite his pain and fear. And what was he doing now? Martina watched, eyebrows raised, as he took Penny's head in his hands and ... oh my! She laughed gaily, setting her clipboard down so that she could clap. "Bravo, Lieutenant Horton! How amusing!" With a good half dozen women left alive, the maimed blond was no huge loss. Just as quickly as Martina's laugh had begun it cut off. Hilarious to be sure, but it was time to get down to business. Unlike certain of her colleagues, Martina preferred getting the job done quickly to reveling in sadism. "I have a date tonight, Horton, so if you'd be so kind as to take a look at my maps now? There are six women left, and I'm sure you'd like to avoid similar unpleasantness. I want this over with quickly. If you stall again I'm going to have you chained up and bring in a blowtorch so that I can work the next lass over without any unnecessary bleeding." Martina smiled at the dazed man politely. "You have a few moments to decide while I clean this up. If you try anything silly I'll shoot you in both feet, and when the torch comes in I'll burn them both down to the stumps. Understood?" Without waiting for a response, Martina stepped forward and snagged Penny's corpse by the ankle, dragging her away from Anthony. Filling, but not too bad. Martina would eat lightly on her date in any case. Turning away so that Anthony couldn't quite see what she was doing, Martina leaned over slightly and unhinged her jaws. Without being able to see Martina's true redcap form, which had MUCH wider jaws than those of the dainty human lass she appeared to be, the sight likely wouldn't make sense to Anthony's eyes in any case. She made quick work of the body, disposing of the girl in several wet crunches. The messiest part was the skull, which squirted slightly when she bit into it, somewhat like eating a fine juicy grape. Martina fished a second handkerchief out of her lips and dabbed the spongy wet substance from her lips as she turned to eye Anthony again. Licking her lips would have been so unladylike. Yes, it was always best to be prepared with a clean handkerchief! Martina still had several left. She smiled kindly at the man, folding the soiled handkerchief and setting it down on the table. "Are you ready to write down your plans for me yet?" « Last Edited by Martina Hirsch Jan 12th, 2008 at 11:14 pm » Logged

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