Midnight Havoc
Chapter One: Tortured
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters. They all belong to their respectful owners.
This is a rewrite from my friends story Help is almost there. She said it was fine for me to do over which means I don't want anyone to say I didn't get permission first! Cause I did. Hope you like the new and improved story!!
A boy around 17 was in a dark room. He dangled from the ceiling from his wrists, his feet just touching the dirty stone floor. His shirt had been stripped off. Cuts and dark purple bruises covered his chest and face. Whip marks littered his back.
His head rested on his chest. Brown bangs fell into his tired blue eyes. There was a long cut that went from his temple to his chin.
There was no way for him to know how long he'd been held captive. It could've been days or even weeks. It didn't really matter though, he was too weak to try to escape from his hell hole. Just hanging there was making his body scream in agony. All his strength had left a long time ago. He could only wait for the next round of interrogations to begin. The only thing that mattered was what happened to his comrade.
The door creaked open, shinning light onto his battered form. He didn't bother to move as the heavy footsteps filed into the room. There was no need for him to move, he already knew who it was. Knew what they wanted. They hadn't broken him yet. They wouldn't this time either.
A man with a green mushroom haircut walked over to the teen. Thick sunglasses hid his eyes. The man lifted the teen's chin so their eyes locked. The man's evil smile showed his rotten yellow teeth.
"You ready to talk yet, boy?"
There was no reply from the teen. No emotions showed on his face.
"Well then," the man let go of the teen. He took a metal pipe from one of the men in the room. " I guess we'll have to try harder."
The man smashed the pipe into the teen's chest. There was a sickening crack as one of his ribs broke. The teen let out a pained gasp. The man smiled with satisfaction and decided not to deliver a second blow.
"You're pretty strong. Most men would've broken by now. But not you and your friend. Although," the man tossed the pipe aside and paced back and forth in front of his captive. "your friend is pretty close to breaking. He can't take much more pain. Either way though, we will get the information we want."
"Don't touch him!" the teen growled. It was the first time he'd spoken in awhile.
The man's laugh echoed through the silent room. "You can't do anything to stop me!"
The chains rattled as he tried to break free of his bonds. Again the man laughed. The men left, slamming the door shut behind them. Darkness filled the room once again.
"Hold on buddy." the boy whispered before passing out. "Don't give up."