Munch and Fin ran after a suspect who had run at the sight of them. Fin was in the lead and said into his walkie talkie, "Headed down 6th street cut off. In pursuit of suspect, suspect is on foot. Request backup." Then he turned a corner to follow the suspect and stopped.
Munch ran after his partner and, since Fin had stopped, ran into him knocking them both to the ground, "Why did you stop?" Munch asked as he sat up
Fin pointed, "That's why."
In front of them was their suspect, dead on the ground with a knife in his chest. Munch was shocked, "How did that happen. He was only out of our sight for one minute."
"That would be because of me." Said a low voice before both officers felt blows to the back of their heads and blacked out. A man stood over them and smiled. He then walked over to the suspect on the pavement and used his blood to write a message on the alley wall. He then whistled and two men came from the street, scooped up the detectives, and put them in the back of a car. Before driving off the man smiled to himself, "This is going to be my best one yet."
Munch slowly regained consciousness only to have his head throb in pain. What had happened? They had been after a suspect when they found him dead. Then nothing but darkness. What had happened to them? When he opened his eyes his heart froze with fear. He was in what looked like a basement. He was lying on his side facing the room. The room itself is what scared him. The ground was hard dirt splashed with what looked like dried blood. In the center of the room was a metal table with restraints hanging off the side. On the far wall was an assortment of tools that looked dangerous to his health. He tried to move his hands to find them chained behind him. John sat up and looked next to him to see an unconscious Fin lying next not to far away. John walked on his knees to his partners side and bent over him whispering, "Fin, wake up. Please wake up."
Fin groaned and opened his eyes. They widened when he saw John so close and he sat up immediately only to wince as his head pounded, "Damn John, what are you doing?" then Fin looked around, "What the Hell is going on John? What happened? Where are we?"
"I don't know Fin, but I think we have bigger problems at the moment. I think I hear footsteps." John said softly as they both shut up and listened
Sure enough footsteps could be heard coming down a flight of stairs. Then a side door opened and a man stepped in. He had shaggy bleach blonde hair that looked like it hadn't been brushed in days. He wore a white lab coat with red stains all over it, a pair of blue jeans, a red shirt, and army boots. His eyes were wide and crazy and flashed golden in the light of the basement. Behind him were 2 men. Each with spiked, bleach blond hair, a red t-shirt, blue jeans, and army boots. They didn't look older then 18. They stood with emotionless faces as the man approached the detectives with a wild smile on his face.
John and Fin scooted back until they had their backs against the wall. Both had stern glares on their faces and were planning their next move. The man smiled wider as he reached out and tried to touch John. John kicked out and the man quickly drew back his hand and laughed a laugh that made both men shiver, "Oh my. You must learn to behave my little lab animal. If you don't I will have to make it worse on you."
"I'm not your lab animal." Growled John from between clenched teeth, "Who are you and what do you want with us?"
The man laughed again and said, "I'm afraid you are a lab animal now. And as for why you're here let me clue you in. I am going to run a few test on the two of you. If you resist I will harm the other person. For example, pet number one, you just tried to kick me so now pet number two will be punished."
The man snapped his fingers and his two flunkies approached. One held John down while the other held Fin still. Fin was on his knees, his back upright. The man kicked him in the stomach causing Fin to cough and fall to his side, winded. John became enraged and yelled, "Keep your hands off my partner."
"You only have yourself to blame. Now come quietly or you'll cause your friend more pain." The man said as one of his flunkies unchained a struggling John and dragged him over to the metal table. John was strapped onto it and continued to struggle as he heard Fin yell, "Leave him alone you bastard."
The man appeared at John's side, a knife in his hand, "First test is pain response. What happens if I cut you in different places?"
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