[M] Mountain Soul PART 3-4 (1/1)

PART 3-4      The riot was at its peak. After taking control over the block and taking hostage two guards (who were beaten so bloody that no one knew if they would survive or not), the inmates were now facing the highest authorities to negotiate and come to an arrangement. What the people outside did not know though was the prisoners in charge inside had no intention to agree on anything yet and just wanted to make as much damage as possible. It was not like anything would be given to them. These people outside these walls just wanted to keep the situation under control and save their reputation.So far, three inmates were already dead. Some prisoners had jumped on the opportunity to settle their business with the ones wronging them, but once the heated up situation was put under the control of the head of the criminals, no more death occurred.Prisoners were wandering around the block freely, coming and going from the guards' staff room to the showers and control room. The warders had quickly ran away when the situation had got out of hand, and behind them was left a freedom the inmates had not encountered in a long time.

From his cell, Andy was watching the ongoing situation. He was not one to get involved, but he had a shank ready if someone was feeling like bothering him. The commotion was unbelievable, the usually caged men like wild animals out for blood. He had heard about the hostages and was feeling sorry for the poor nearly dead dudes abandoned in a corner. No matter what assholes they were, no one deserved to be treated like this. Nobody was giving a shit about them, and after beating them to a pulp, they were forgotten like one was forgetting about a piece of shit.Andy hated this kind of behavior, but he was not suicidal either, therefore he did not attempt anything towards the hostage and let the prisoners deal with their own business.The riot was expected anyway, and he was just hoping the people outside would not decide to use any means to get the block back under control. It would mean too much blood and collateral damages. He did not like such situations, but he would not go against either.Go with the flow, it was his motto, and so far it had done him only good.      He was reading a captivating book when Dongwan appeared in his cell. The older man looked agitated and worried, which intrigued him. Dongwan was known to be bright and talkative (even if lately he was mostly gloomy and thoughtful), and he was one to keep a level headed in most stressful situations (which made it still a wonder how he had entered the AMP), so when he erupted in his cell like a terrified mother who had just lost her child, Andy knew better than ignore the man."Minwoo !"He panted before stepping further inside the little room. "Did you see Minwoo ? I can't find him." He said, panting, and sitting up, Andy put away his book and slowly stood up."Did you see him enter the block when it was taken over ?"Dongwan thought about it then shook his head, "No. I don't remember seeing him." Fear flashed in his eyes. "Do you think something happened to him ? What if…""Don't jump on conclusions yet. Maybe he's somewhere around. Did you look everywhere ?"Dongwan shook his head and looked hopefully at the younger man."Let's look for him first." He stated, keeping for him they would worry afterward if they could not find him.

After running around every accessible places, Andy and Dongwan could only admit their friend was nowhere to be seen. They were not sure if he was injured on the way back from the yard and taken away by the guards or if he was in a more worrying situation. None of them could think about anyone having a grudge against him, but it was no secret some inmates, in such situation, would go after everything they wanted and use every means doing so.Minwoo was maybe jumped and dying in some corner, and this only thought was enough to panic Dongwan.Andy tried to calm him down and keep his cool, but he could not deny having their friend missing was worrying. Minwoo was like a magnet trouble, and it was another reason for them to be concerned about him.      Coming back from the showers (where they only found some guys enjoying themselves with some poor boy too weak to defend himself), they spotted Siwon and Lloyd wandering around with grins on their faces, and seeing the two men without Heck screamed odd to them. These three were always together (like the three musketeers, excepted the dangerous criminals version), so seeing only two of the three made something click in Andy's mind.He could not say from where this intuition showed up, but at the second he realized Heck was not with his usual best friends made him fear it could not be a coincidence.Minwoo was missing, and deciding to look around for the missing musketeer before making any real assumptions, the picture became worrying in the end. Their friend, Minwoo, who had certainly collaborate with Siwon, Lloyd and Heck on Miles' attack, was now missing, and Heck, the most twisted and dangerous of the three was nowhere to be seen either.It could not announce anything good, but they had no idea what to do. They did not even know where Minwoo could be, and he was sure no one would give a fuck about it besides them. Luis would certainly worry, but the kid would be of no use.      Standing in the middle of the ongoing chaos, they could only let the dull panic soar inside them and pray their friend would be alright. **       If at first he had thought Heck was out for revenge and wanted his head, he started doubting it when the tortures only goes on and always kept him on the thin line of death. It was like the bastard was taking pleasure at killing him over and over again without never doing it for real.He had thought the burns were the worst, but he was wrong. The choking was. He could not count anymore how many times this sick fuck had crouched behind the pole, wrapped this piece of sheet around his throat and squeezed until he was passing out. Sometimes he was released just before darkness could take him away, others he was strangled then freed then strangled again and so on until he was not moving anymore, passed out.He did not know if it was Heck's fetish (the choking) but he swore he was so sick of it. It was like the previous tortures (meaning the cuts, burnings, beatings and broken fingers) were just a distant memory now. All he could think about and feel was how hurt his throat was and how dizzy he was feeling after being choked and brought back to life so many times.At such point, the bastard could have do anything to him he would not even have blink an eye. He was too out of it and exhausted to do anything anymore, and the only thing he wanted was for this madness to stop. Mostly when he could not understand what this bastard could have against him.He had tried to think about it (but the pain had quickly taken his focus), but each time he was managing some senses into him he could not figure out Heck's motives. The man was maybe a sick fuck, but Minwoo never had the slightest reason to think the man would do something like that to him. Sure, Heck was maybe the one he was feeling the less comfortable around, but it never meant he ever suspected something like that to occur.Had he missed something ? He could not really tell, and when the sheet appeared in his line of sight he could not help panic and struggle sluggishly to get away from it. Of course, he was still tied to this fucking pole and then had nowhere to go, but he was beyond rationality at this point and just wanted to get away from this torture."Wai… wai…" He tried to speak, but his voice could barely be heard after such mistreatment of his throat -it was not like Heck would listen to him anyway- "Plea…" He panicked when he felt the soft fabric on his skin, and unlike what he was expecting, the choking never came."Took you long enough." He heard against his ear, and even if Heck's breath and lips were repulsing on his skin, he could not move away from them. He was not even sure he had heard or not what the man had just said. "Let's play a game." He heard and stiffened violently.Confused, he could not even try to think about what would happen that the sheet pressed against his throat and pulled him up on his feet.It. Fucking. Hurts.The movement awaken the pain he had forgotten so far and pulled on the cuts and burns and bruises and made his world spin in agony. He thought at some point he had lost consciousness, but the next second he was blinking his eyes open -and gasping in pain- with the sheet tied around his neck and forcing him to stand on his shaky numbed legs. He did not even know himself how he managed to stay up so much he was feeling like collapsing.Heck stepped in his line of sight before stopping in front of him. He could barely keep his focus on the man (so much everything else hurts) but he forced himself to knowing more was coming. Even if he could not know what, he liked the illusion of being prepared about it.Staring back in the bastard's eyes, he tried to stand real still because the slightest movement was threatening to make him collapse (which would have been like killing himself considering the sheet tied tightly around his neck would strangle him if he was falling down).Asshole.The kick in his guts came from nowhere, and gasping in pain, he could not help bend forward in an attempt to nurse his painful stomach, but it only made him choke on the sheet and suffer even more.It was like an eternity passed before he eventually managed to breathe. Pressing himself against the pole, he looked with half opened lids at this sick fuck in front of him and tried to brace himself for what was to come.This time, Heck punched him. His lip burst open and made him taste blood on his tongue. It reminded him too much about this time he had tasted Lens' blood, which almost made him gag.Minwoo just realized he hated blood.Heck did not allow him much time to recover, and punching him again, he cracked his cheekbone before punching him in the guts. The blows kept falling on him and forced him to pull on the sheet around his throat more than once. He hated the fact this bastard was taking pleasure at making him suffer so much, and the sudden punch hitting him in the head was so fucking welcomed. Because it made him black out.

He was not tied anymore when he opened his eyes in this same fucking room Heck had trapped him in. He was not sure if the bastard was still there, but trying to move, he realized he was free from the pole. It felt so amazingly good, but then the pain took over and reminded him he was in no condition to be relieved about this insignificant fact. He was too numbed and hurt to do anything, and this fact only was maddeningly enraging.He could not remember ending in such condition before in his life (even when Miles was coming to his confinement cell) and it made him hate Heck so fucking much -but not as much as himself. He could not believe he had let such thing happen, and just like with Miles, he was feeling like punching every fucking walls just to feel the pain of his own stupidity for letting his guard down.      The first noise he heard snapped him back to present time and made him suck on an agonizing breath ending in a fit of coughs then a new session of torment. It hurts so horribly, and he could not do anything about it. At some point he even thought he was about to die so fucking stupidly by choking on his own saliva, but then the coughs stopped and the pain subsided.Heck was standing in front of him when he got his focus, and staring with glazed eyes at the man observing him with his head cocked on the side, he was suddenly too exhausted to even feel scared."You looks so broken." He heard and hated the guy for that.He could not help tense up when the bastard stepped closer to him, and watching his every moves as carefully as he could, he hated the fact he could not even move to get away from this man. It was like he was chained to the ground with weights on him, and it felt enraging to be so weak.Heck pressed his shoe against his side (which hurts like a bitch) and casually pushed him on his back. Minwoo was so out of it that his body rolled on the side like a rag doll and stayed there at this bastard's feet. Not that he did not try to move, but it sent such agony through his body that he rather lay still than inflict himself more pain.Crouching beside him, the way this guy had to observe him made his skin crawl and his insides twist in bubbling rage.He did not know what to expect, and staring in exhaustion at the man, he could not deny the apprehension flashing through him. He knew something was going to happen, he knew it was going to hurt, but he had no idea what it would be.It turned out Heck just grabbed his broken fingers and squeezed them before twisting them some more. Minwoo howled in pain (or at least tried). His throat was so damaged that only a broken sound escaped him then nothing more. Arching his back, it only added to his suffers, and no matter how hard he tried to stay still or forget about the pain, he could not. Heck had got him to a point everything was source of agony, and the bastard was using this skillfully.When he was eventually released, he rolled over on his side, pressed his forehead against the cold concrete, closed his eyes, hid his injured hand against his body and lay there in a silent prayer this hell would eventually come to a stop. He could not take it anymore. No matter how tough he had claimed to be, how unbreakable and strong he wanted to be. It was not possible to endure so many pain and he just wanted it to stop.Crouching in his back, Heck still had his eyes on him, observing him, watching him, and even if it was unnerving, he barely acknowledged it at the right moment. He was beyond caring about it and just wanted to be left alone to nurse his too many injuries.Feeling the man lean closer, he stiffened violently and held his breath. He was sure he was good for another round of torture, but the pain never came, and instead he felt Heck's breath on his neck before his voice filled his ear."Do you have enough ?"Yes ! Yes, yes, yes. Oh fuck, yes. Just make it stop. He hated himself for such thoughts, but it was stronger than him and he was ready to beg anyone to make his torment stop."I was supposed to make you suffer."The words left him so confused that his brain stopped working for a long moment."I got a bit carried away, but I'm sure he won't mind."He ? Who the hell was "he" ?A worrying idea formed in his mind, but he refused to believe it."You know I like you, don't you ?"Okay, Heck had just lost him, and if he could just stop talking now before his brain was imploding he would be thankful for it.This guy was a lunatic, and he could not understand a single word coming from him. Heck was making no sense and… he was too hurt and dazed to think so deep."I've nothing personal against you, kid. It's just business."Hearing that enraged him, and finding who knows where some remaining strength, he looked over at Heck (with his head still pressing against the floor) and managed a few words out."I'll kill you…" It was all he needed to say, and even if it sounded broken and barely audible, he did not care.Heck got his point.Longer chapter, I hope you enjoyed it =))I tried to be a bit "original" with the torture, so I hope you were not disappointed or something ;pp (It shouldn't be something to ask so casually -_- We're twisted fans xD)I didn't want to rate this chapter M (because worse happened previously) but some people like to be warned, so yeah. On another note, I need to get to work on this fanfiction (and the other one I'm updating) because I only have five chapers left, and people knowing me will know how much I love to have chapters written beforehand xD