Jack jerked awake when the scraping of the metal door resounded through the cold room.
He found, to his disspleasure, that he was still blindfolded, but he could feel that the cut on his stomach had been cleaned and covered with a few, weak bandages.
"Rest well, Jack?"
The raven haired teen recognized the voice, it was the dark, smooth tone of Damien.
Jack didn't reply, and simply turned his head away from the man's general direction. Damien chuckled and moved forward.
Jack jumped slightly when something soft and dry was pressed to his lips.
"I thought perhaps you'd like something to eat. It isn't poisoned, I can't risk it with such a valuable soldier."
"I'm not a soldier." Jack replied, voice slightly muffled by the food (which he soon recognized to be bread) pressed before his lips, the dry crust tickling his lips.
"Believe me, the potential that lies burried within you is phenominal, despite your beliefs." Damien replied, taking the chance to push the bread into Jack's mouth.
The teen choked it down, grudgingly. Though it made his thirst intensify, it did slightly satisfy his hunger.
"M.E.C.H has been searching for the greatest weapon to mankind. Silas believed it was those 'Autobots', I thought so as well, at first. Then I learned of how you had gotten away from him and that other robot as well, that 'Airachnid'. I let Silas indulge himself with these Autobots, allowed him to splurge much of our fundings, though he barely caused a dent in my financial profits. But while he did that, I sent many of my most trusted scouts to follow you, learn everything about you.
I now know that you are the weapon I have been searching for, with a few Cybernetic modifications and training, combined with the abilities you already poses, that is."
Damien paused, grasping Jack's face and pouring water into the boy's parted lips. The teen sputtered, choking a bit before recovering from the sudden forced onslaught of liquid.
Damien chuckled as Jack growled lowly.
"You are an insane, twisted bastard." Jack snarled, shaking the hand off his face.
"Perhaps." Damien replied, amusement evident in his voice.
"Take this fraging blindfold off, you stuffed-shirt-son-of-a-!"
"Ah-ah-ah, language, Jack. Now don't you worry about that blindfold, maybe if you are on your best behavior I'll have it removed...in a couple weeks or so."
Damien laughed full-throatedly as Jack's head snapped in his direction, alarmed. The raven haired male then snarled.
"Bastard."
Damien chuckled, tauntingly patting Jack's cheek.
"I do try." He teased before pushing another piece of bread between the teen's half-parched lips. Jack ate it, though wondered for a moment if it would be worth trying to bite the man's fingers off. But decided against it in the end.
Silence reigned the room for a long while as the man forced Jack to eat bread, with water being slipped down his throat now and then.
Jack couldn't understand why the man was doing this himself. If it had been Silas, one of the M.E.C.H soldiers would be feeding him and forcing water into his throat, if it was Silas still leading the majority for Damien, then the water would no doubt have been poisoned.
Finally Jack voiced the questions.
"Why the hell arn't you making one of your grunts do this?"
Damien paused for a moment. Then Jack stiffend as he heard shuffling, then a warm breath fanned over his face. Jack could nearly feel the uncomfortable closeness.
"Simple. You're special, Jack, a valuable asset. I want to make sure your stay is pleasureable." The man replied.
Jack jerked as his chin was grasped between an index finger and thumb and his head was tilted up.
"I'd suggest you accept my hospitality. I can become very violent very quickly."
The teen gasped when cold steel delicately scratched the underside of his chin. Blood swelled in small beads to slowly run down his neck.
"And believe me, Jack. You don't want that."
His voice was threatening, but somehow he made it scarily cheerful. It made Jack extremely nervous.
Damien chuckled, enjoying the boy's reaction very much.
"Well, I now have to bid you adue, I have so many things to attend to. Don't worry, you'll be graced by my presence again soon enough."
Jack scowled.
"I'd rather swallow a thousand knives then have to listen to your voice again." He snarled.
Damien laughed,
"Ah, Jack, such a way with words." Damien replied, moving the hand from the teen's chin. Jack shuttered as a thumb suddenly ran along the cut, collecting the droplets of blood.
"Weren't you ever taught manners, Jack?"
He dipped his fingers below Jack's chin, then pressed the blood stained thumb to the teens mouth.
The thumb pushed past his lips.
Jack gasped, trying to strugle away, but it only allowed the thumb to go deeper, coating his tongue with the foul tasting, metalic blood.
"Get used to the blood, someday soon you'll be spilling it and enjoy watching the life dissapear from one's body." Damien murmured, voice dark and cold, yet it still held a sickening twinge of humor
"Mngh!"
Jack fought to move away as the man's thumb continued to coat his tongue with blood. The raven haired teen felt his heart pounding against his ribcage like a sledge hammer, blood moved from his tongue to drip down his throat, making him gag.
Damien smirked, finally removing his thumb from Jack's mouth, now cleaned of the blood. Damien then turned and silently left.
Once the door closed, Jack spit the blood onto the floor, though it's metalic flavor remained, staining his mouth and burning his throat. The onyx haired teen panted heavily, surprised to realize he hadn't breathed when the man had forced Jack's own blood into his mouth.
Jack fell limp, staring at the blackness the blindfold offered.
Tears began to burn his eyes...
But he refused to let them fall.
Elsewhere in the M.E.C.H base, 3rd POV
A man slowly walked down the hall, silent and graceful enough to rival a predatory cat.
The man was in his very late twenties to early thirties, with spikey silver-blonde hair that had mostly been tamed into a hair tie at the nape of his neck, so that the hair brushed bellow his shoulders. He was lean, most meat on his frame was muscle, but he was no where near as lean as the raven haired teen chained in the room he'd left. His cold, silver eyes glinted almost predatorily, and his mouth was quirked in a smirk.
He was dressed rather casually. He wore a simple black shirt that had metal, rib like structures over his shoulders and ribs, and a pair of black slacks, the same, light-weight metal ribs lining the sides. But his exposed arms were covered with weapons, mostly knives, but a few small guns as well.
Damien wiped his thumb carelessly on his shirt as he continued down the hall, thinking about the captive teen.
Yes, he'd been watching the raven haired male for some time now. Damien had allowed Silas to follow the Autobots, if only to keep the older man satisfied, while he rather kept his own eyes on the strange boy.
He'd almost immediately seen it when he first saw the boy on the footage sent from the scouts he'd sent to trail the teen. Jack moved in a way that was well thought out, each movement precise, he always kept his arms in a place to defend or attack from (especially around the red headed teen from his school, Vince). He kept well aware of his surroundings, and always thought before acting.
Damien had seen this only a few times before, and knew the signs. Jack had the instinct of a fighter, more evolved from the basic fight or flight instinct. The very few best assassins and soldiers in the world were the same, with instincts that by far surpassed that of most other people.
But Jack was...different some how, even from others with the same advanced instincts. The boy held amazing potential, Damien could clearly see it. Jack was ninty-seven percent compatable with the cybernetics plannned to be implanted in him, by far a higher compatablity then any other human or animal in the world.
Damien grinned. The boy was fun as well, like a toy, almost. His defiance made it even better when Damien showed how much power he had in this situation, how he could make the boy taste his own blood, and be unable to do a thing about it.
The man turned into a room, blantly ignoring the soldiers that saluted him as he went up to the security screens.
He stared at the screen that showed Jack in the cell, and he smirked when he saw the boy panting, trying to calm himself.
Yes. This would certainly be fun.
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