(Day 1)

The next day approached too soon for Vert as was rudely awakened by a hard jab to the side. When he finally opened his eyes, the blonde grimaced in disgust at the sight of a Sark sentry guard and Krylox. Still groggy, the red-clad leader rose unsteadily as the bars around him disappeared and the Sark stepped forward, stun baton at the ready. The hulking sentient near the Sark shoved it aside and seized Vert by the arms, binding his wrists with a band similar to a Mag bond used in their vehicles. The energy band conformed to his wrists, tightening with any jerky movements. Krylox ushered Vert out a door and down an almost endless corridor. The brute used harsh pushes to keep the prisoner moving until the reached a new place; someplace Vert could only guess was an interrogation room.

As they entered said room, Krtyus was there, as menacing as ever, to greet the new prisoner. A cruel grin crossed the red's face as Krylox left the two to their devices. Vert felt himself frown at Krytus. He hated the feeling of being trapped, but with the Mag band around his wrists, no clear of course of action could be seen. With that said in mind, the blonde stood at his full height with a hard expression forming. It wasn't much of an improvement seeing as Krytus was a somewhat taller and bulkier than the BF5 leader.

"We meet again, human, only I believe I have the home field advantage," Krytus taunted.

"Kind of a bleak advantage, if you ask me. Ever heard of other colors?" Vert replied, a blank look on his face, "You should really fire your decorator."

"Make smart remarks all you like, it will only make things worse for you in the long run."

"Worse? I'm looking at you right now, how could it get worse?

Vert had no time to register what happened next as the wind was forced from his lungs and pain blossomed in his lower abdomen. He felt himself double over as Krytus uncurled his own fist backwards from the initial punch. The shrunken blonde took in small gasps, trying to ease his breathing back to normal as the sentient watched. Vert managed a venomous glare upwards to the red as he breathed roughly while standing straight again. Krytus merely laughed as his prisoner drew in another shaky breath, much to the human's annoyance. Vert's eyes followed Krytus' movements, fully aware of the sentient's interrogation methods now. The red stopped short of a large window, perhaps a two-way mirror, which reflected his image back towards the pair. His burning gaze found Vert's reflection and his anger rose temporarily as he contemplated the prisoner's snide comments, but he beat the emotion. The human had no idea the lengths Krytus could go to accomplish his goals.

The sentient took notice of the look on Vert's face and it sent a thrill of satisfaction to his core. Krytus' sadistic nature flourished when he could instill fear into his enemies, even if it was a simple show of hesitation. Vert felt his muscles stiffen as Krytus smiled once more. It was disturbing, to say the least, to see the sentient so enthralled. Vert felt himself take an involuntary step backwards and instantly regretted giving into his thoughts of self-preservation.

"So, skipping formalities, reveal to me the location of my insolent whelp of a sister," Krytus demanded, never turning to from the wall.

"I have a feeling we might be here awhile," Vert said back.

"If that is the case, I shall have you know that if there is one thing the Crypt Zone has taught me, it is patience."

Vert bit back a smart remark and chose to answer with the question with silence. Despite having bestowed wariness in the prisoner, Krytus still grew annoyed when the human wouldn't play along in banter as he usually did on the battlefield. The red sentient turned away from the mirrored wall and circled his prisoner once, searching for some change in facial expression, a slacking in body posture. Krytus received no such gift as Vert kept his gaze straightforward. Krytus gritted his fangs in frustration and paused, gathering together a new approach to his original objective.

"Perhaps you'll tell me in exchange for something? Your life, maybe? Does your flame hold any value to you? Or maybe if I spare your friends the agony of death and let them live as servants to my reds?"

"Fat chance, Krytus. Your offers are nothing and I hope that when I go down fighting, my flame, as you put it, burns you to ash and I can take you with me," Vert ventured.

Without warning, the sentient's fist came flying forwards, but Vert was prepared as he leaned backwards, barely avoiding the attack. Another fist came swinging his way and the blonde dodged once more, but his footing betrayed him as Krytus tripped the BF5 leader. Vert hit the floor hard; his once restored wind now stolen from his yet again. His bound hands dug into his lower back as he gazed up at the ceiling in a pained daze. There was a dull ache at the back of his skull starting to grow as he felt a strong force wrap about his throat and a smoldering gaze filled his spotty vision. Krytus leaned in close, teeth bared in anger.

"Your mouth will be the end of you yet, human," Krytus whispered, "But be warned, for this is only the beginning."

Krytus released his grasp and allowed Vert a little breathing room. As the interrogation ceased, Krylox made his second appearance and hauled Vert to his feet. The blonde had just enough time to register the sickening glare from Krytus before he was pulled from the room entirely. They made it back to the holding bay in no time as the brute of a sentient reactivated cage around the human prisoner. As they bars came up, the Mag band around Vert's wrists disappeared. He rubbed the soreness away as Krylox departed, leaving him alone. The first thing to distract Vert from his new ordeal was the aching of his stomach. He felt slightly nauseated from Krytus' gut shot and no food since yesterday's lunch. The blonde thought momentarily about just how long he'd been there, but couldn't think much of it as his stomach growled. Is this how Krytus would break him? By starvation? Vert only shook his head, knowing the sentient was crueler than that. He would keep him alive to inflict as much pain as possible. To say the least, the thought was sickening and the blonde grimaced as he sat down on the hard floor. What felt like an hour passed by and the hunger finally subsided for the time being as Vert settled into a some-what comfortable sleeping position. His eyes grew as he let the hum of the bars act as a twisted medley to sleep by while he drifted into a blank darkness.