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I haven't doodle in like a month these r old

(Warning: blood, violence, torture, interrogation) The Medic squinted out of one blackened eye, the other eye was blood red. Gasping loudly he jerked in the chair he was bound to as ice water was dumped over his head. His whole body ached and jerked from the cold along with the extensive bruising.    Three fractured ribs, a cracked collar bone, both tibia and fibula have been fractured in his left leg...and not cleanly at that. "Wakey wakey doc, time to get up,"The enemy Engineer chuckled dropping the metal bucket on the ground, the loud noise causing the medic to flinch back.     "Shh shh...it iz alright..," the Blu medic hushed him gently stroking his bruised face with the back of his hand. The Medic jerked his face away from the other excuse of a doctor and spit at his feet. The spit was mixed with blood and whatever else he could manage to hack up.     A hard fist slammed into his gut making him heave for air. "SHUT IT!" The one who had delivered the punch was the enemy sniper who served as the bouncer in a way for the others.     Retching Medic screamed loudly leaning back in the chair, "JUST DO IT! KILL ME! YOU FILZY SVINE! KILL ME!"     The enemy medic snatched his head forward by his filthy raven hair and grinned in a bone chilling way, "...Aweeee...I am afraid ve can not do zat until...you tell us ver ze paperz are going."     "I do not know!" Medic muttered wincing as his hair was yanked again.     "Vat vaz zat? Speak up. Ve can not hear your pretty voice, Herr." The Blu Medic jeered with an evil sneer, his gloved hand tangled in the REDs mess of thick black hair.     "I DO NOT KNOW VER ZE PAPERZ ARE GOING!!" Medic snapped angrily which quickly earned him another beating.     He rolled in the chair as he took the assault, fresh blood ran down his face and into his mouth. The rope around his wrist had rubbed his skin nearly off and only rubbed more as he squirmed trying to shield himself from the beating.     "Enough." The evil doctor stopped the Blu sniper  mid swing before turning and straightening his glasses, then in one fluid motion his large hand was gripping Medics face preventing him from speaking, "Take some time to sink about zis, ve vill see how you feel later on."     The group left, leaving Medic freezing cold in the damp, dusty room. He slumped forward against his bindings, blood dripping from his lip onto the floor below him, "I do not know ver ze paperz are..." His whimper met the silent room of bare walls made of concrete, with nothing but the spiders in the corners to keep him company now until his captors returned to him. (SIDE NOTE: This an ongoing series. This is an improved part one from my deviantart account. fang5532)

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