hey if you could review that would be great I wrote this with a spranged wrist so if the spellings weird now you know why
John felt a excoriating pain on his back near his shoulder blades, no it did not go fade back to nothing like the others, no it seemed to get worse. John started to scream form the pain, it felt like someone was taking a weed whacker to his back. John did not hear the footsteps of the unlocking of the cell door. He didn't need to see them or hear them to know they were there. He could feel their emotions and hear their thoughts. But right all could think about was the pain so much pain, this pain has been going though his body for how now how many hours and john had had enough of it. John was moved to a different room were he continued to scream. In this room there was one metal table with restraints on it. John was forced on to the cold metal table and was strapped in. john knew they were laughing at his pain, he knew they had caused it and he also knew who to blame in the end for all this pain.
For the next 3 days the only thing keeping John alive was the IV drip attached to his arm. "Hello...John." said a cold unloving voice john knew all to well. "...hello." John said putting as much hate and distaste in to that one word as he could. "how are you feeling...son?" the voice asked, john wanted to scream at the world and all the lies that it told, but he couldn't not in front of his tormenter. But the funny thing about this hole mess is that the one who put him throw all this pain and torcher was his own Dad. His own Dad had put him in this hell the person he was supposed to love he hated with a burning passion. his own Father had turned him in to what he is now a lad rat, something that can be disposed if necessary and its only use is for the government to make super soldiers.
im ending right next chapter
find out why john was sent or go to someone else point of view