POW (Onica and OverlordMatt)

[Onica]

Her head was spinning, and even with her eyes open all she could see was darkness. Pulling at her arms she found them tied to the arms of a chair, and the same with her neck and legs. She could hear voices....but she could not understand what they where saying. God her head hurt....what had happened.

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~A day earlier~

Then wind was blowing against the eye guard of her flight helmet, a young female marine at the door gun of her helicopter. It was not a big mission, just go and pick up some wounded soldiers from a battle filled city and bring them back to base safely. She did not look like most military...her uniform a flight suit instead of cami uniforms her brothers down below wore. They where coming close to the pick up zone and she loaded the gun. The landing was fast and the battle loud. How did it get so close to there pick up zone?

The soldiers they where going to pick up where pinned down by snipers and the helicopter that was going to pervade cover fire was down. With out thinking Onica left her post. Running to grab the door gun from the other helicopter to give cover fire....at first she did not fill the gun shot that went threw her right shoulder or the next one that went into her left side. The only thing she knew was that she had to get to that gun and give cover fire. She had to get those troops out of there.

After all she could not shoot the gun she as at before...to many things where in the way. It did not take long for the snipers to shot at her...but her fire let the ones the came to get out to get to the helicopters. Two more shots...she went down. Onica could remember someone dragging her back to the rescue aircraft. She remembered them taking off. But what happened after that was not the easy job she hoped for. The aircraft was shot down....she could hear the sound of the main blade of the helicopter grinding...it went down and her world went black.

She could fell the heat of the flames...the weight of the hot metal. She could see people moving around out side, "Help me..."

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~Here and Now~

Her memory was whited out as the bag was taken off her head, the light blinding now. The fingers around her nothing but shadows in the light...and then there was that fist to her gut that had her coughing in pain now.

(I suck at openers sorry)

 

[OverlordMatt]

((Better than I could do.))

Ivan raised the RPG. The America bird wasn't a MEDEVAC vehicle as far as he could see. It would have gotten away if it hadn't set back down to pull out the door gunner Aleksander had nailed. The spoon trigger compressed and sent the warhead screaming supersonic toward the chopper. With a sound like shearing steel the tail came free in a burst of metal. The Blackhawk spun down onto a pile of rubble. Waving urgently, Ivan motioned his men onto the crash site, ostensibly to recover weapons and ammunition for the severely under supplied Spetznas platoon supported by a company of infantry. A second pressing issue was that of prisoners. Any intelligence they could recover would help them get out of this mess and link up with the main Russian Brigade.

++24 hours later++

Ivan sat alone in the cellar they'd tossed the prisoner in. In his left hand was a service pistol that met the skin of the girl's forehead as his right yanked the hood off her head. The cellar she found herself in was dank and moist with mildew and mold climbing up the walls. More importantly it was solid stone and had proved resilient to American carpet bombs. Her captor's face wasn't all that different from the cellar's appearance. A growth of facial hair had grown up, as it had on all of his men since they'd had to ration water, therefore precluding shaving.

"Tell me, what do you think will happen to you?" He asked in Russian. A polite smile grew across his face as he removed his gun from her face. The girl was naked from the waist up except for the two gauze patches that had been placed over the entrance wounds. Their medic had cut her out of her uniform from the wreckage. She had been thrown clear along with a man whose wounds were obviously fatal whose life Ivan had ended mercifully with his blade. Two other men had been recovered and were being interrogated at another location. Both men had already given them all the information they needed so Ivan had decided to come see the girl.

His friend, the sniper, Aleksander entered the room, his prized rifle cradle in his arms. "So you are the American whore who survived my attentions? You are not so tough, I'll not make mistake next time." The gruff, dagger-thin man snapped in English. The sniper served as the unit's translator. "Aleksander, ask the girl what she thinks we'll do with her." The sniper nodded and then pushed his face toward the girl. "So whore, what do you think will happen to you?"

 

[Onica]

The first sense that came back to her was her smell. The mold and smell of mildew. Her sense of touch came back soon after as a chill ran down her spin from being half undressed. The pain from the gun shot wounds starting to send strong signals to her brain, making her twitch in pain some as she looked around the room. Taking in as much as she could even if everything was spinning around her. The voice of one of the male's sounded like something you would hear when you where under water. Her face turning a little greenish from the room spinning so bad.

Her head rolling back as she started to cough, and would have most likely thrown up if she had eaten anything in the past day. Sense her hadn't it saved the guys a mess to clean up. Vertigo was a bitch, even more so when you where already hurting.

Yet she was able to catch what the guy speaking in English was saying. At first her mouth would move, but no words would come from her lips; her own words just echoing in her head. Yet soon words would start to form, even if they where a little staggered, "Cpl Thevis...Onica. U.S. Mar....Serial Numb...1918...." Half the things she said seemed to fade into nothing not giving full words or Numbers it seemed. Her eyes closing and opening as she faded in and out, that case of vertigo kicking her ass it seemed. "And I....would have so.....if you didn't get me."

 

[OverlordMatt]

Ivan shook his head and reached back and pulled out a syringe. He slid the needle point into the girl's immobilized arms. It would bring her back to her senses. "Now Aleksander, ask her again what she thinks will happen to her." The wiry sniper sighed, lay a backhand across her face and asked again. "Whore. What do you think we'll do to you?"

((Sorry that sucks it's all I could come up with."

 

[Onica]

A mix of what ever was in the syringe and the backhand she got across her face. A small cry leaving her lips as her head turned to one sided. One arm twitching as if she had to lift her hand to her face to fell at the red hand print that had been left there. For a moment she thought about repeating what she had just tried to day....well her military information at less. After all that's what she had been tough to say if she had even been captured by enemy troops. However, she just could not help but answer the question she had be asked.

"I can take a wild guess," Her voice was still nothing more then a whisper but it was not staggered as last time, "Rape me, torture me untell you get the information you want from me...then put a round threw my head?" Her words where kind blunt but she spoke her mind. After all she had heard the horror stories about being a POW and they should did not look like they where going to give her warm milk and cookies.

 

[OverlordMatt]

Ivan paused a moment for the translation the nodded, smiling. Her related what he wanted said to the sniper who smiled broadly. "Correct. To a point. Your weak American men have already told us everything we want to know. So there is nothing for you to say to make us stop." With that the two men left the room, heading out back up to the command post to check on the situation.

From what the intelligence guys had gotten them the American seemed to be losing, forced back by the fact that they couldn't make any headway and now the Russian relief force was moving in to cut them off from support and finish them in a move identical to what had been done at Stalingrad years before.

 

[Onica]

Watched as the two men left, making sure they had both left before trying to wiggle her self out of the ropes that held her down to the chair she had been sitting in...with in that damn cell. Looked like they wanted to make sure she did not get away. Seeing no hope in freeing herself, the young soldier looked over her body. No shirt or blouse covered her upper body, the two white gauze patches seemed to already turning a red color with her blood, "That bitch got me good." Talking more to herself then to anyone else. "Fuck my back, my head....what the hell happened out there."

Seemed she liked to think out loud, looking around into the other cells to see if any other POWs where there with her. "One month...one damn month. Could not stay on base for one fucking month and I would be on my way home and out of this damn war."

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It seemed a few hours had past, or at less that was what it felt like. Her body shook a little from the lack of shirt or blouse, yet the girl had found some way to fall asleep. Her head hanging down...something that would give her a pain in her neck later...eyes closed and her breathing rather slow. Hell, she did not even hear the door to her cell open as the two men from before walked in.