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Dark winter	By : jennaraven Category: +G through L > G.I. Joe Views: 1719 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own G.I. Joe, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Dark winter
- 2-ch 2
- 3-chapter 3
- 4-ch 4
- 5-chapter 5
- 6-ch 6
- 7-ch 7
- 8-ch 8
- 9-ch 9
- 10-ch 10
- 11-ch 11
- 12-ch 12
- 11
- 12
Winter ch 12

Duke heard the pain in Buzzers voice they loved her he realized that’s why she stayed. That’s why Buzz is doing this; he wished he could help the guy. “Please!” Buzz said one last time his voice breaking and barely above a whisper.
“I can’t” said Duke feeling bad for the guy “she’s a minor, I have to release her to her parents” Buzz closed his eyes and put his head down. He had been holding onto the bars while he was talking. He felt absolutely horrible right now. “Thanks anyways mates” he said sadly. Flint looked at Duke guess that means the deals off. They walked away from the cell, Buzzes comments ringing in their ears.
Man sure knows how to tug at the heartstrings. Winter had heard what Buzzer had said and it had brought tears to her eyes. Big ol dolt, damn him, thanks for trying anyways she thought.
Her father arrived in a flourish along with his entourage. In reality they were his bodyguards. Angel said nothing to him as they unlocked her cell and led her out. She stood tall and proud, showing or trying to show that she had no regrets. She stopped by Buzzes cell as they passed he was at the door watching her sadly. She reached her hand out and touched his outstretched hand, sliding a slip of paper in his hand before she said goodbye.
She felt like she was being led to her execution, not home. She climbed into the rental car and was quiet all the way to the airport. She boarded the plane in silence and sat in silence for the whole trip.
Zartan and Zarana entered the base two hours after Winter’s plane had taken off. They had assumed the disguises of two Joes, Covergirl, and Tripwire. They managed to sneak into the cells and released Buzzer. Changing to look like his transport guards then loaded him into a purloined truck. Still in shackles wouldn’t do to give themselves away.
Zarana glanced back at their “prisoner” what was wrong with him he’s acting like someone died or something? Oh shit Angel, Zarana realized that’s why he’s upset; she did have to admit she was worried about the girl. Hell he didn’t even realize that Zartan and her were driving the truck, until they pulled off at a rest stop to change vehicles. Then he snapped out of it, of course Zarana had to sock him one to do it. “Hey wake up moron,” she said “Zarana?” he asked surprised “well duh, you were expecting Barbie” she answered sarcastically.
“They sent Winter home to her father” “Yeah we guessed,” answered Zarana not happy about it. Zartan started swearing in several different languages and punched a dent in the side of the truck. “She gave me this before she left,” said Buzzer pulling a small slip of paper out of his pocket. Zartan took it out of his outstretched hand. It had an address on it that was all; Zartan closed his fist around the paper. “Saddle up boys were going to Texas!”“ Yes” “all right” and “lets kick some ass” came the collective replies as the Dreadnoks climbed on their bikes and roared off into the night towards Texas.
Winter viewed the approaching fences of the compound with increasing distress. Please let Buzzer get that note to Zartan, please, please hurry. She prayed silently for her friends to rescue her.
Zartan realized when they reached the state line they would need back up. So he called the Commander, who surprised them by sending a chopper and a squad of crimson guards. They flew the rest of the way to Texas.
As soon as they stepped out of the truck her father started in on her. First it was the clothes, then the hair. When he started saying things about her new friends. She finally said something back, when he accused them of turning his daughter into Satan’s whore. She made the mistake of yelling back that she wasn’t a whore she only had two lovers and she wasn’t charging. Her father was taken aback, did she say two? Then her father started in on the no sex before marriage.
Then he started questioning her on where she had been. She answered sarcastically and he tried to slap her. She blocked the blow and returned one of her own. Her father hit the floor hard, and thoroughly surprised. Then feeling fed up with her fathers’ insults she gave him what for. “I’ll dress anyway I damn well please, I’m a person not a slave and it’s my body” “whore!” he yelled back. Then she started telling him that everything he was preaching was Satan’s word not God’s.
“Traitor” he screamed back unable to come up with anything. “Satan possessed whore, I’ll beat that fire out of you so help me God” He summoned his guards to assist him, the girl hit hard and he couldn’t seem to get his hands on her. Three guards came at his summons and attempted to tackle her. She gave them broken bones and blackened eyes for their attempt. Then they all attacked her at once, numbers not skill brought her down. They knocked the wind out of her and hit her until the world went black.
Cobra approached the compound they were itching for a fight. These weren’t Joes but they were armed very well. “Remember the white haired girl is with us, don’t kill her” reminded Zartan the squad leader nodded his acknowledgement as they came into view of the compound.
Winter/Angel woke groggily her jaw hurt real bad. She found herself tied to the whipping pole in the center of the compound yard. She had seen her father dish out this punishment to one of his men. His crime had been wanting to leave or listening to music or something like that. He had never done it to her though; of course she had never stood up to the man either. I won’t scream, I won’t give him that. I’m a Dreadnoks, I work for Cobra, the Arashigage trained me, and I will not dishonor them by screaming.
Whatever he does to my body, in my heart I’m free. She thought readying herself for the pain. She gritted her teeth she had tasted pain in her spars with Storm Shadow, she could deal with this. She silently promised her sensei that she wouldn’t wimp out. She heard the whip master swish the whip in the air and allowing it to crack the air. Trying to make it more terrifying than it is she thought.
That man had reduced former soldiers to whimpering balls of jelly. Not me, she whispered to herself not me. She heard the whistle of the lash before it hit. The suddenness of the pain brought an involuntary gasp from her lips. She bit them to allow no more. After about two lashes the whip master stopped and said something to her father, her father nodded and the whip master walked over towards his victim. He pulled a large knife from his side sheath and cut the back of her shirt open. Exposing her back to the cool morning air. Twenty lashes said her father for disobedience. You might as well make it to the death she thought because I will never be your slave again.
The whip master started in again, he wondered that she didn’t cry out. At first he thought it was the shirt, but no that was removed now. Pity thought the whipper she has a nice body. Maybe after he was done he’d come back later and fuck her. The preacher liked to leave his victims on the pole over night. Tied to that pole she was an easy picking. Of course she was making him mad, with her lack of response. So he hit her harder the idea of tonight driving the man on, he took pleasure in another’s pain.
Winter was just getting used to the rhythm when he started hitting harder. So I’m making him mad am I, she decided to tease him. Maybe I can get release another way “is that the best you can do?” she teased between lashes “a little to the right”. It was about lash number ten when she heard the chopper’s rooters. They set down in the yard of the compound. How convient of them to have a chopper pad. The cobra’s soldiers spread out quickly. The preacher ignored them, keep going he ordered “keep going and you can have her tonight” promised the preacher.
The whip master grinned oh yeah and continued what he was doing. The cobra forces met with some resistance but the fanatics were really no match for trained soldiers.
The Dreadnoks approached the group of men in the center of the compound. Zartan paused when he saw what it was they saw what it was they were surrounding. Zartan was catching her taunts as he stared at the scene in disbelief.
The man doing the whipping seemed to be getting off on what he was doing. Zartan was getting angry, when he heard the old man order the lashes to twenty five he lost his control “I don’t think so” he said pulling out a pistol from his waist band. He then shot the whip master in the head. “Ripper, Buzzer, untie her,” said Zartan turning to deal with the old man. “My pleasure mate” said Ripper. They cut through the ropes quickly setting Winter on her feet. “Are you all right?” they asked she responded by hugging them and nodding yes.
Her father was on his knees begging Zartan not to kill him. Angel/Winter walked over to where Zartan and her father were. She laid her hand on his arm with the gun in his hand. “He’s mine,” she said. He looked at her and then stepped back putting the gun away. “Get up, father,” she ordered sarcastically. The old man slowly stood up, “defend yourself, old man,” she said kicking him in the face. He tried to hit her back and she broke his arm for it. “You have the nerve to tell me you love me, and this is how you treat me,” she said punctuating her statements with blows. She was kicking his ass, so much for former soldier. She delivered her last blow leaving the old man face down bleeding in the dirt. She started walking away from him her back to him.
The old man rose up a little and reached for a knife. He pulled it and lifted it to throw it. Zartan raised his gun and fired, the old man slumped forward again. Winter turned looked at her father’s fallen form, and then thanked Zartan for saving her life. The squad leader approached “sir, what do you want us to do with the women and children?’ “Let them leave” he answered watching Winter.
“Torch?” Winter asked, “Yes” he answered, “I want you to burn this place to the ground,” she said. Torch stood there blinking, not sure he heard her right. “Evacuate the buildings,” he ordered. “Yes sir” they responded and went to work. Zartan approached Winter and asked her why she wanted the place burned, wasn’t it your home? “No she responded my home is in a swamp in Florida, with you” Zartan pulled her close. His lips seeking hers and his body promising more.
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