I gasped for breath, the heat was too much. I knew the purpose of the room it was to make me feel uncomfortable, witch is very annoying! Three of the walls and floor in the room were made out of metal so I couldn't't lean or sit down on them because they were heated up by the evening sun streaming in through other glass wall, I also couldn't't lean on that; barbed wire. I was beginning to feel tiered, after standing up so long, but I had bigger problems. The heat was so intense in this room it was like a human oven and I wasn't sure how much oxygen could get in here it was only about the size of a elevator, in fact it is a elevator, and I'm sure it is air tight. I gasped for breath again, oh my god! This is it I can't breath. This is it. I had once been sure that Professor Layton could get me out of any trouble, but after what seemed like eternity, cooking in this room of torturer, doubts had began to creep into my mind. Will the professor come and help me? Dose he even care I'm gone? My head swam, and blood pounded in my ears then every thing went black.
I don't know how long I was out but when I came around I felt half dead I was on the metal floor, it took me a few moments to realise I was in blinding pain but I didn't get up I was too weak. Oh what a horrid word, but I am weak I couldn't't even open my eyes. Suddenly I felt the room lurched and I was falling. I panicked. Then I remembered its an elevator. But where is it taking me. Get up Luke! Get up! Shouting at myself is not working I just don't have the energy. I stop my eyes are still closed but the glass door opens and the cool air was a enormous relief. Hold on I've been saved! But by who? I get exited is it the professor? He cared? It wasn't the professor, his voice was different. it's a mans voice.
"oh my god" the stranger gasps and I hear him run towards me, a hand is placed on my head, I want to get him away who ever he is but I cant move yet, and he did rescue me. Didn't he. "oh my god" he says again under his breath " how could he do this to a child, he's only about ten" This makes me angry. He thinks I'm inferior because of my age and I am not ten! I'm thirteen I'm small for my age that's all. I hate it that I'm small, I don't want to feel weak! Oh why didn't't the professor come and rescue me? Why? I suddenly feel sad and alone, what if he doesn't want me? I tried to get the thought from my head. Its not his fault I was kidnapped. Who had kidnapped me you might ask. Jean descole is his name. I haven't seen him for years. I hoped I never would again. Then again I suppose I owe him, me and professor would have never met if it wasn't for his schemes. But that's another story. I'm in this mess now because of something that happened before I met the professor. I thought I'd left that part of my life behind for good. I knew it would come back to haunt me, one day, today…
The doors of the room the elevator has stopped in bang open, and I know its Descole. He seems amused by my suffering. Well I'm not having that! I place my hand on the floor and push myself up. I'm sitting up and open my eyes. I see Jean Descole, In that stupid cape and pirates hat, a huge grin on his face, he is really enjoying this. Next to me is the man who ad seemed concerned. He and Descole must be related The original pain is wearing off. It was only heat and lack of oxygen. But I think back to when I was in the room and shudder causing me to fall over onto my back again. "so the child's awake is he, what a surprise" I hated the tone in his voice. "are you feeling a bit more cooperative Luke." I stared at him hard. "no" I replied my throat was so dry, from before it came out as a strange wheezing sound. Descole chuckled "I admire your courage but its getting you no where boy. Maxwell get the chair ready for our guest" I was confused by this.
"Is that really necessary." Said the man timidly, he must be Maxwell "I mean he is just a child" Jean Descole frowned at Maxwell, Then quickly turned to me and made a grab for me, he had my jumper he twisted it around my neck and lifted me off the ground. I was being strangled. "you want him" Descole sneered shacking me, "take him then" his voice was in a hushed tone. Maxwell suddenly looked a lot younger, he stared at the floor, looking sad and lonely. If I wasn't being strangled and gasping for breath I'd have probably felt sorry for him
"you don't want him" alright then he dropped me on the floor, I heard my knee crack, "You have a weakness, get rid of it" he snarled at Maxwell. Then he turned around to me picked me up and carried me to the doors, it was a circle room around the edges there was lots of menacing machines, along with a helmet with funny looking antennas on them, in the middle was a what looked like a dentist chair… with chains on it. No surprise to say this was 'the chair' and I was strapped on to it.