Let's play war...

I have been pondering a new RP over the past...oh...three hours and I thought I'd post this to let everyone prepare themselves.

It is one that was started on...another site...and never really got off the ground. The bummer in this, and it was a huge one to me, was that I had already gotten like...and mental back story for my character and everything. It sucked ass...like...hard.

SO! I thought I'd start it again here...once I start feeling better cause I have a wicked cold. Maybe when I get out for christmas.

So...In the mean time...um...just "be prepared"...

Like in The Lion King.

pwahahahahahahaha

we cant be prepared if we dont know what its fo-or

The Punkin' head makes a good point. I suppose I should go ahead and tell you guys the plot to the RP so that whoever is interested can prepare a character...or poke fun...whatever.


I must stress at this point though that this RP is not and I repeat NOT STARTING UNTIL I GET OUT FOR CHRISTMAS. So...in about a week.

The main plot is...well...war. Not a specific one, just a not discript war. If you have ever read 1984, a book I reference a lot for someone who did not like it that well, you will remember their war. If you have not, they are fighting a never ending war against other countries and changing allies and enemies nearly every year. Fighting just to fight. The war is used as a tool to keep the people in the lower classes brainwashed in their society. Or something like that. That is the kind of war I am talking about. It is a pointless, deadly, never ending war. And just like the people in 1984, they believe in their cause and are willing to die for it...but they don't ask questions about what their side is fighting for...they just fight.
There is no good or bad side in this, there are just sides that people are on. That means that the side that My Chem are on could be the enemy or the good side...or no side at all.

This is not really the original plot from the RP on the...other site, but I tweaked it to make the story a little fuller.

Anyway, I thought it was an interesting concept and I hope that others will want to play. I think I got Lis interested last night, so there's one at least.

So...here is the cast so far:

Comander Gerard Arthur Way: As a young man he was pressured into joining the army by his father who had fought himself before getting leave from the army for an injury to his legs. He strictly followed all directions and soon was asked to be the comander of a new group in the army that would be a special ops unit called "Hell's Wolves". He comands with an iron fist and does whatever it takes to insure victory for his side (aka, hard ass).

First Sargent Robert Bryar: A younger officer than Way, but his second in command. He is quiet and no one is sure if that is good or not. Not much is known about what made him join the army, but he excelled and was requested to join Hell's Wolves by Way himself when he graduated to First Sargent. Able to handle himself well in battle, he is always the first on the field and last to leave.

Doctor Raymond Toro Ortez: Started the service when Way did and seperated from him to join the doctor squad. Was requested by Way when he graduated to become the doctor of Hell's Wolves. He is a cruel doctor, much like Dr. Joseph Mengele of Auschwitz, to all prisoners of war, but to his own men he is very kind. Believes in torture and when he gets an injured POW he is not against letting him suffer or even experimentation. Nicknamed 'Doctor Death' and takes to it with pleasure.

My character --->Specialist Jordan Anthony Hale: Actual name is Francis Leigh Hale. Came from a prominent military family, her father the lead of their army, but lived in a fair amount of peace until someone took her twin brother at the age of five. He is assumed dead. She in now a spy working against Hell's Wolves and the army they repersent. She used her dead twin brother's name when they would not allow her in because she was female. Parent's were murdered in their own home by the Hell's Wolves while she was out with a friend. She has worked hard to be able to join this group and is looking forward to taking them down when the time comes. Is a specialist in the area of guns and torture.

Private First Class Michael James Way: Followed in his big brother's foot steps when he became of age, but perhaps not willingly. He is rebelious and has a distinct dislike for some of the people in command, like Dr. Toro. Teamed up with life long friend Frank in the army and joined his brother's ranks after his first year in the army. Has suspicions about certain officers, but keeps his remarks to himself for the most part. Impulsive and arrogant at times.

Private First Class Frank Anthony Iero: Was adopted into foster care by Mr. and Mrs. Way around age six and made fast friends with the youngest son. Childish and carefree at times, but when it comes time to fight he is deadly accurate. He acts happy so that no one will know that he is haunted by dreams of parts of his life he can't remember. Fire and screams for help and a name that use to mean him.

Sargent Major Peter Wentz : Second in command of the army and childhood friend of Francis. His family had always travled with her family since the death of Jordan. He was with her when she found her parents dead. He is also the one who meets with Frances to exchange information once a week about where Hell's Wolves will strike next. Smart and manuplitive, he is a strong leader.


Alright. If interested please write a brief discription and have fun. This will start in about a week.

Yeah I'm in... Not sure what I'll be exactly but I think Larond Kita is her name.
Not sure of her background yet but I will let it swirl in my mind for a bit and post when I got something

Alright kits and kats...time to play war.
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Francis stepped from the shower and looked at herself in the foggy mirror of the vacant bathroom. Her reflection showed a thin, boyish face below damp hair that was badly in need of a cut. She sighed as she pulled on her shirt, admiring the wrappings that held her chest in place. She was growing tired of having to hide, but it wouldn't be much longer now. She had trained hard with this army...this enemy army...ever since her parent's death. She wanted to earn herself a spot in this unit of their armed forces so that she could take her parents killers down from the inside.
It had been years now though, nearly five, and four of them had been spent earning rank as one of the top specilists with a gun, not too hard since her father had been teaching her how to handle one since she had been seven. Her other specility was a harder one to handle, but one 'they' would need. Francis, under the guise of the young man 'Jordan' after her brother since women were not allowed in their army back then, trained and became an expert in the world of torture too. When the Commander heard that he must have sent a letter right away, because within a month she had a request to join his forces. When she read the letter she had laughed so hard that, if anyone had come across her they would have thought she was mad...perhaps she was...
Now though...now she was standing in front of the mirror, her hair nearly dry as she stuck her hat on top of it and buttoned her top. Her hair would need to be cut soon, but if she asked the doctor for one now he might bring up the topic of a physical again and that needed to be avoided at all cost. Besides, the Commander's hair was longer than her's, so it didn't matter much.
Her heals clipped on the hard flooring outside the washroom as she walked to meals, no longer female now but a strapping boy with deadly skills. She had skipped the morning meal, but was hoping to catch one of the Privates and get them to grab her a bite from the kitchen. She turned the corner, about to come up on Privates Mikey and Frank, when Commander Way exited a room before her. She snapped to attention just as the two Privates turned the other corner. She silently cursed her luck as Way came to her.
"At ease soldier. You are just who I am looking for, Specilist Hale."
'Jordan' smiled, "how can I be of help sir?"
"We have aquired a new prisoner, and I need her questioned."
"Her?" Francis had never had to torture a woman before, she was sure it would not be too different though as long as she wasn't recognised.
"Will that prove to be a problem?"
'Jordan' shook his head, "no sir. I can handle anything."
"There's a lad," Way said with a pat on 'Jordan's' shoulder as he passed him, leading the way to the prisoner.
"I believe though...that I will sit in on this one."
'Jordan' flinched, "why is that sir?"
"She is thought of as 'hostile'...we must be careful with her."
"Is her information that important, can we not send her to another camp?"
Way shook his head, "no...she is ours. Plus, we cannot traid her for our POWs. Their side will only want her dead."
'Jordan' paused, "she...she is a deserter?"
"Yes. She use to have your job for their side...then she left. She will be a hard egg to crack, so I shall come too."
'Jordan' chuckled, "perhaps she will be sir, or maybe she won't be able to handle what she use to dish out."
Way laughed right along with 'Jordan', who's nose wrinkled a bit at the joke. After all, Francis often wondered if she would be strong enough to deal with torture if she had to. She liked to think that she could, but who knew.
Way sighed as he opened the door to the small back room they used for torture. 'Jordan' grabbed his knife, preparing himself as he walked toward the figure who's arms were chained above her head that was laying on her chest. 'Jordan' heard Way's foot fall behind him as he walked swiftly toward the uncontious form.
With a swift movement Way threw a bucket of icy water on the figure before the two of them.
"HEY! Sleeping Beauty! This is your wake-up call."
The woman made no sound, but jumped to life looking around startled. Then her eyes connected with 'Jordan's'...with Francis'...and in that moment Francis recognised her as a childhood friend Larond Kita. Hopefully the recognition was not two way.
"Good afternoon ma'am," 'Jordan' said with a bow as he played with his knife, "welcome to hell."

Kita looked at the boy before her. The name on it's uniform read Spel. J. Hale, Kita knew DAMN well that the impostor standing before her was NOT Jordan.

Yet there WAS something familar about him..rather it.. Was her Captor the Glorious Gerard WAY so Blind as to not see that the boy standing next to him was no boy at all?

"Well..." she tried to speak her voice was raspy and hoarse. She had been denied water for more than a day now. "My request for a truce resulting in my being here could have come from no one else I suppose. Commander we MEET again do we..under much different circumstances."

The Commander smirked and took a chair and threw himself into it, "Decided your side was losing Kita?"

She shrugged as best she could chained as she was. "My side,your side, all sides. This war is meaningless and pointless and will go on forever unless SOMEONE stands and speaks the truth. I am that person. I have committed atrocities I will admit to that..But It would be FAR WORSE if I stood by and did nothing to stop it..OR still actively participated in it..I will no longer feed the monster ..I will not bring it more victims...sooner or later there will be no one left to bring it except those I love...I REFUSE to play this game anymore."

Gerard laughed. Fighting to keep what he was really thinking from being observed by either of the souls in the room. "Well I will say this for you Kita...You DO at least admit you were wrong..Perhaps the high crimes council will show you mercy IF you cooperate..."
He thought of the last time he saw her how she had left him there. "I DO hope you resist."

Way stood and crosssed to stand in front of her... he noticed how worn she looked and how she licked a the dropplets of water that dripped down her face. He didn't want her dead...not yet atleast. He rose, he needed to think. He would use this as an excuse.. "Spel. Hale..I am thirsty. I am going to get myself a NICE cool glass of water...Shall I bring you one?"

Larond laughed a short snort of a laugh. "THIS is why you could never handle this job WAY you have no finesse." she said out loud. ' and too much heart...' she thought to herself. She knew all too well her words and perhaps her appreance had unsettled him. She still felt considerable remorse for the last time they had seen one another. Now she would give him the only thing she could.
"and No stomach for it either.."

His eyes flashed angrily, she had succeeded in giving him her last gift.

'Jordan' looked between Commander Way and the prisoner Kita. There seemed to be something between them, but she could not quite read it. It was still before breakfast for her and the cramps of her stomach were bothering her thought process. Not only that, but Kita's eyes were too bright and full of knowledge to be safe. Even with the starvation and lack of water she had been put through already she was still alert and taunting. Kita had not changed much from childhood.
The Commander offered a glass of water, that only made the hunger pains double.
"This is why you could never handle this job Way," Kita said after a coughing laugh, "you have no finesse." Kita then looked Commander Way up and down, like an animal sizing up their kill. "No stomach for it either."
'Jordan' chanced a look at Commander Way, seeing the hard look in his eye. This was the cue to leave, for a moment at least.
"Commander, if you wish for a moment with the prisoner I can go and get your water."
Way grunted something that could have been either a yes or a no, and she took it as a yes. Quietly she left the room, hoping that Kita would be left alive. She still wanted a word with her, to ask why she had left their cause to join...no ones. That, and to see if she remembered her...if she had any news from anyone else. It was getting old talking only to Major McCracken, he only wanted her information and hardly ever gave her any information in turn. She knew it was for safty, but it was still dissapointing everytime to hear nothing new.
Quickly 'Jordan' moved down towards the mess hall, hoping that she could use her position to get at least an apple to eat. She was not dissapointed and her voyage got her two bottles of cold water and one sandwich from lunch the day before. Private Iero, who was working the kitchens today, was not half as bad an egg as his adopted brother Michael. The sandwich was slightly stale, but still good enough for her. She was eating it thoughtfully as she walked slowly down the hall, still giving Commander Way plenty of time with Kita, when she came across Private Michael Way. He wore a grin on his face that spread from ear to ear, much like he always wore around her. It use to alarm her, like maybe he knew something about her, but now she was positive that it was just his own brand of creepy.
She frowned as she passed him, seeing that he did not step aside to allow the higher ranking officer pass but instead pushed past her in the narrow hallway.
"Private," she barked in her best 'angry officer' voice.
Michael, or Mikey as everyone called him, fell into a sloppy and sarcastic salute. 'Jordan' frowned at it as she came around to face him.
"Private! It would serve you best to treat your superior officers accordingly."
"Ok," Mikey said with a sigh that made 'Jordan' grit her teeth.
"Do not 'ok' me! I want a yes sir!"
"Sir yes sir," Mikey said, the old smile pulling at his lips as his eyes locked with her's. She felt a leaden dread weigh in the pit of her stomach and she became flustered.
"Yes well...remember that...um...dismissed."
Mikey saluted her and brushed past her again as 'Jordan' stood shocked for a moment before coming back to herself and hurrying to where Commander Way and Kita still were.

Gerard stood in-front of her. Staring down at her. He did his best to remain detached. He tried in vain to stop the memories of her flashing before his eyes. Kita had begun to mean everything to him.

He had been willing to turn on his family if it meant staying with her. He had been a young officer, doing recon behind enemy lines. He saw her from a distance and was intrigued. She was in the middle of an interrogation out in the open. The poor soul who was at her mercy was strung up in the fire light. Other prisoners were on their knees watching her "accepting" a confession from one of their number. Gerard was fascinated that something that looked so harmless could be so...engrossed in her work.

Her work was bloody and even the men of her side that surrounded her seemed queasy at her casual attitude when she was obviously causing so much pain. Gerard was thankful to what ever powers there was that he was NOT her work.

But she was somehow oddly beautiful in her terrible thoroughness. he stole back to the safety of his sides lines before anyone saw him. They were all too busy watching her.

But now Gerard looked down at her. She had managed to save his life. By the time she was forced to use her "skills' on him, they had already fallen in love. He could see the heartbreak in her eyes as she made him scream in agony.

But he knew too that she still had a family to protect and didn't for a moment forget that their side had no qualms about torturing their own. He considered for a moment what his own Doctor would do to him had he known that Gerard felt anything but loathing for the poor creature in front of him.

Even now as he heard her comments and felt the fury flair up inside him he KNEW she had said what she did to spare him the guilt of hurting someone he cared for..at least he had once.

"A long time ago.." he muttered.

Kita stiffened as she heard the words and saw for just a moment doubt in his eyes. "Don't...Please..forget what was..I am not what you thought I was..and you have changed...what was, what almost was could Never be..Not as long as this war rages. I knew when I surrendered I was going to have to suffer..Forget what almost was."

Gerard wanted to remain withdrawn, to feel hate if anything at all. But he could not stop the words from leaping from his lips.

"Did..Was it all a ruse? Was I always the target?"

Kita stood very still. her eyes looked up at the man that stood before her. The Gerard she had once loved was gone in his place was a Hell's Wolf..the Alpha in fact.

"Yes. Yes you were an easy mark too."

Gerard's rage boiled up inside him the back of his hand came crashing down onto her cheek sending her head into the wall. A very satisfying loud CRACK echoed through the room as her head hit the wall behind her. A bright red ribbon of blood streamed down from her lip.
"Oh aren't you a BRAVE soldier..striking a restrained woman. Come on WAY you can do better than that..."

Michael stood outside the room. He was pleased with the screams he heard coming from inside. His Big Brother would be thorough in his..softening of prisoners from that side especially. He was worried that perhaps the commander would go soft on this one.

Mikes grinned as he heard the moans and grunts of pain. His worries were unfounded.

Michael turned to leave he didn't want the Commander to find him loitering. The beating this new "guest" was getting would be nothing compared to what he'd dole out if he found him here with this grin on his face.

Had he stayed he may have heard the prisoner slump in her chains with a soft hissing groan. May have heard the ragged breath his brother took in as he realised the blood he had on his hands was from the one soul he had sworn to always protect...

Gerard waited a moment, nudging her with his boot.
"I DIDN'T love you you were just a means to an end...the information I gained was VERY helpful to the cause..I gained a MUCH better understanding of the savage mind of your kind." He watched the pain in her eyes and drank it in. without another word he turned and left her lying there.

hmmmmm...

this is hard... i think he's a bad liar

As 'Jordan' came to the torture room, Commander Way was leaving. He looked distraced, and the blood on his uniform was explination enough to tell what he had been doing. With a small sigh, 'Jordan' entered the room and her breath stilled in her chest.
Kita was slumped against her chains, uncontinous, her eyes closed and her breathing heavy. Twin rivers of blood ran from a wound to her head and to her mouth as other places on her arms and stomach remained brused and perhaps broken.
Frances, no since in playing at being a boy now Kita would not remember it even if she woke up now, took a handkerchief from her pocket and began cleaning the wounds she could see with one of the bottles of water she still had.
"Oh Kita dear...you should know better than this."
Kita Larond had been a dear childhood friend, but it seems that over their years apart she had still not learned to keep her big mouth shut.
Frances chuckled a little, remembering her childhood with her brother Jordan, Kita, and herself. Their families had shared a duplex when she was quite small, and the twins had always played with Kita, who was only a year older than the two of them. Jordan certainly had taken a shine to her, and Kita seemed to like him in turn. Kita had been important to her in many ways. She had been a constant playmate in her early years, she had been a sister in many ways, she had given Jordan his first kiss and when she got childishly jealous ("If Jordan gets one I want one too Kita! S'not fair!") Kita had given Frances her first kiss too. That kiss though, it had been two or three days before her and Jordan's fifth birthday...it had not been long after that that Jordan had been killed and she...she could not quite remember what had happened to her. Just that she had been in the hospital for a long time and that Kita had come with her family everyday to see her.
And now...now Jordan was no longer dead, and Kita was at his mercy. Frances shook that thought away, not wanting to remember the hurt of her losses over the years.
As she finished cleaning Kita's wounds, she began drizzling water in her mouth, trying to wash the blood out of it. As a red river poured out of Kita's mouth, she sputtered awake. 'Jordan' quickly stood from where she was croutched in front of Kita. When Kita was aware of her surroundings, she glared at 'Jordan' with burning eyes.
"You're not...Jordan."
Frances shook her head, no use in lying.
"You are a girl," Kita said this softer, so soft that Frances could only tell what she said my the movement of her lips.
"I know," Frances smiled a little.
"Who the hell are you then," Kita hissed, sounding a bit angry.
Frances shrugged, not sure what to say, "That does not matter now...just...don't piss him off anymore. I can't be caught getting soft Kita."
Kita looked confused by the familiar way Frances spoke to her, but she let it go.
Frances walked closer to Kita again, cleaning more wounds that she had just noticed, "So...why does Commander Way hate you Kita?"

Kita looked confused by the familiar way Frances spoke to her, but she let it go.
Frances walked closer to Kita again, cleaning more wounds that she had just noticed, "So...why does Commander Way hate you Kita?"

"And WHY should I tell you...Why should I give you any insight into your own Commander?"

'Jordan' looked at her strangely. "Or is it your Commander I should be giving insight too? I Knew Jordan Hale...you are NOT Jordan. His family was devistated when he was...lost. His sister was nearly killed...his parents were in defense of their child. I once I was of age SWORE that I would avenge him."

Jordan's hands shook just the tiniest bit. Kita pressed the advantage even though it was she that was chained.
"Even though I have sworn myself to peace. If I find those respondsible for his loss...I WILL make good on my old vow...They WILL pay!"

A flash of relief briefly shown in 'His' eyes. "I knew it..You are NOT him and you know far more about him than you would wish me to know."

"Now..Unless you want me to tell YOUR COMMANDER my suspisions you will tell me Exactly who you are."

"Now..Unless you want me to tell YOUR COMMANDER my suspisions you will tell me Exactly who you are."
Francis couldn't help but let a shaken smile slide across her face.
"Kita dear, you have never changed."
Francis leaned back on her legs, looking Kita in the eyes now and trying not to seem afraid. This was the first time anyone had even come close to knowing who she was...first time anyone had doubted her or taken the time to see who she really was.
"The thing is, what makes you think the Commander would believe you? I am one of his top officers after all."
Kita looked at her sceptically. There was no trust in her eyes, only a distant hate that was displaced by her curiosity.
"Can you not trust me Kita, can you not trust that I want excatly what you want?"
Kita looked her over, her eyes hard.
"And what do you want? More blood shed?"
"No!" Francis said in a sharp voice, "I want revenge Kita. Revenge for what these...these animals took from me. If I could kill their families and leave them to suffer through their funerals and life without what they love...I would, just so they'd feel what I feel everyday."
Kita had a look of recognition on her face, in her eyes as Francis took a few steps away from her. For a moment she was afraid that perhaps Kita knew, that she had given herself away at last, but Kita settled down and her knowing look vanished with her strength.
"Is that good enough for you Kita? That and the promise that, if you behave, I'll help you to survive here. Will that keep you quiet?"
Kita's look grew dangerous again as she drew herself up as tall as she could before speaking again.

Kita pulled herself up to full height, hurt like hell too.

"I ask for no quarter, no mercy. If you choose to give it, so be it. But I will not ask it of you or anyone. The blood shed must stop. The war is pointless and meaningless except for a few blood thirsty warmongers the people are weary of this war. Most, if not all, have no memory of even what started it all. Is THAT forth fighting for?

"As for your loss, I AM sorry. But more Bloodshed will not bring them back. I know this from personal experience. Your loss, your grief will ONLY bring more strife if you act upon it...HONOR their memories by trying to put a stop to this nightmare...Seek PEACE in their memory."

That took the last bit of Kita's strength, and now her legs gave out from beneath her. She slumped in her chains.

Francis took pitty on her, despite the fact that she didn't agree with her old friend. She lengthened her chains, letting Kita rest on the floor, giving her battered body atleast a tiny bit of rest. She pressed her canteen to Kita's lips and used abit to wash the blood from her face. Kita sighed and nodded her thanks.
"You have the capacity for mercy. Cling to that."

Kita was gratefull to be able to lay on the cool hard floor, her limbs and joints all burned, she new sleep would claim her quickly. This side, as hers had done, was fond of using sleep deprivation as a tactic to weaken the prisoners reslove to resist interrigation. Now she welcomed the blissful oblivion, for how ever short a duration she would be allowed. she was out so quickly she never felt Fr5ancis hand push the matted hair out of her eyes.
"Sleep well Kita..I will find away to free you."

meanwhile back in the officers quarters...

Gerard stood in the shower. It was a rare luxury to have a full shower. Water was scarce and down time even scarcer. Time to consider what one ACTUALLY thought and felt, was FAR to dangerous to allow to most soldiers. Most people infact.

IF they were allowed such time, they MIGHT consider the war had cost them too much. FAR too much for some. Gerard was now in a battle of his own. One between the voice in his head that was repeating everything he had ever been taught about the other side, and the one, a soft whispering one, in his heart that kept repeating one name.

"Kita."

He rubbed the water over his face, he tried to scrub the blood from his knuckles, HER blood. He scrubbed them until they were raw. No one would think twice if they saw them. They would probably commend him on giving one of "THOSE" a good sound beating.

He stood there, watching the blood spiral down the drain. Her image as he had left her, kept haunting him.

He shoved his head under the water. He wanted to forget. He NEEDED to. She was NOT who he thought she was, any more than he was who he had been when he was with her.

The end of the war had made sence when they lay in each others arms, in the dark, hiding from both sides.

But that was a fantasy. THIS, was reality. This was how things were. Were going to be for the for see able future.

He turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower. He toweled off and padded into his semi private quarters. He was allowed a certain amount of space to call his own. But he was always reminded that as Alpha his door had to be always open to his pack. They looked to him as a leader, he could not fail them.

'And what about Kita? You failed her..You let yourself get caught. You KNEW they would force her to 'work' on you...and you stayed. You MADE her suffer just so you could see her.'

He sank to his bunk, his hand fistinhg his hair. 'And THEN, only AFTER you almost compromised her, you RAN. You left her behind...You Could have 'rescued' her.'

He shook his head, 'No...they would have just tried to Reeducate her at best...if not decide to slowly torture her, until she'd finally beg for mercy.'

And he was ashamed to admit he ran to save his own skin.

Maybe..maybe she would have confessed to loving him..and in turn that would have meant his own time in the camp.

No as much as Gerard hated this whole thing...what else could he do?

Francis left Kita and her kind and soft feelings behind as she left the torture chamber and became 'Jordan' again. 'Jordan', who was cold and calculated and got answers when she had to from his victims.
'Jordan' walked down the hall from the chamber, Kita's last words running around in her head.
"You have the capacity for mercy. Cling to that."
Francis snorted at the idea. Not wanting to believe that such a thing could exist inside of her. After all...wasn't she merciless? Wasn't she stopping at nothing, even torturing her own captured men, to get revenge for her family?
As 'Jordan' walked she realised that she needed to report to the 'Alpha' about what she had done to the prisoner. With a tired sigh, she turned the corner to the passageway that lead to the higher officers' chambers. She had a room off to the end of the hall, a private one at that, but she was still not high enough to have a room in that hall...and for that fact she was glad. She did not want to be any nearer to them than she had to be.
As she walked up to the Alpha's room, she paused, making sure that her face was set in the way that she always had 'Jordan's' set and knocked. She heard shuffling around, and the next moment the Commander opened the door, half dressed and damp.
'Jordan' forced herself not to blush.
"Commander, if this is a bad time," 'Jordan' muttered before turning to leave.
"No," the commander answered, grabbing 'Jordan's' arm, "I was just...washing up. Are there any problems with the prisoner?"
'Jordan' turned back, only now noticing the blood that was still on her hands. Kita's poor blood. Though it was expected of her, she still hated to see the blood of someone she cared about on her hands.
'Jordan' turned back to the Commander, "she is as fine as can be expected sir."
"Expected," the Commander muttered as he walked back into his room, 'Jordan' following at a distance. "What methods did you use?"
The Commander seemed disturbed, which reminded Francis of his earlier behavior, but she pressed on.
"I strung her up, making the chains tight on her arms. I then placed cuts on her arms, to allow her to weaken further. I expect her to give in with in a few days."
The Commander was silent for a few moments before asking, "is she still strung up...like that?"
'Jordan thought a moment about lying, but decided against it.
"No sir. She had passed out, so I allowed her to rest on the stone floor. I believe that is punishment enough."
The Commander gave a silent nod, his face looking pale."very well then. Is that all?"
"Yes Commander."
"Then you may go," the Commander ushered her out and slammed the door.
Francis stared at the door a moment before leaving to go to her quarters. She needed her rest, after all, tonight she had a meeting in the woods with her own Commander.

The Alpha paced in his room.

He KNEW he shouldn't care...he knew even MORE that he should NOT go and try to see her.

Then WHY was that EXACTLY what he was planning to do?

He had to think this all out VERY carefully. It could mean Kita's Neck...

Or his OWN.

But he ALSO knew he couldn't resist.

He quickly dressed in black, he couldn't afford to be seen. True he would have to use a code to get into her cell.

But it didn't have to be his own.

He stole out into the hall. He needed to know how she REALLY felt.

He considered whose code he would use as he crept closer. Iero had no reason to see her so that was out. Neither did Bryar so he too was not an option. Mikes had no business going near her, in fact Gerard thought he'd kill his own brother if he did. Private M Way had a reputation for taunting and then beating prisoners for no other reason than the sheer fun of it.

He certainly couldn't use his own. THAT would cause FAR too many questions.
That left one choice, the most logical in fact.

Hale's. As torturer, it could easily be explained away if it was ever questioned. So as he approached her cell Gerard knew there was no other way.

He keyed in the code and waited for the door to rise. What he saw before him nearly took his breath away....

Kita lay on the floor, her breathing ragged and her eyes clouded with pain.

"If I ever meant anything to you, end my suffering, kill me now." She coughed and blood sprayed out.

Blood from injuries HE himself had inflicted.

The fierce commander fell to his knees. "Kita?...Kita? Don't, don't say that...please..I'll get you out of here."

"You can't. The only way theye will let me leave is in a sac. They won't even allow me a decent burial..Please...I KNOW I don't deserve it, but show mercy."

"No...No I'll find another way...I CAN'T let you die..I Can't go on knowing you aren't out there somewhere." He reached out to touch her, his hand trembling as it did so..her cheek pressed itself to his hand. "And I can't endanger you...I see the memories in your eyes..If I can so will others...Please...I did my best to protect you when you were caught and captured. I ran that night after I had to..question you...I made it seem as though we had escaped together...I led them as far from your trail as I could...do not make my...sacifices for nothing."

"Sacrifices? What sacrifices?!" A chill ran down his spine. He knew what his own kind did to traitors...

"I...I am the last Larond..My family is no more...I was punised for failing to break you...and for aiding in your escape...I have no one left. And if you refuse to stop fighting...if you insist on continueing this pointless slaughter on both, no all sides..then I have truly lost everything...even the man I once loved. I have nothing left worth living for.."