One of my beta readers was sick. Thanks to my friends for there help and thanks also for the reviews. Jackie

CULT OF EVIL – CHAPTER 2

It wasn't long after the gunmen had left that the Principal had ordered the entire school building evacuated. As the students began to pour out of the building, handfuls of nervous parents started arriving in groups with Mary and John being among the first. The principal had called them on the phone and had explained to them what had happened.

Jill's parents were relieved to find her huddled next to a clump of trees. John and Mary watched anxiously as a teacher tried to help the parents calm the hysterical girl down.

Now completely panicked, John and Mary began looking frantically around for Sam. Just when they'd given up hope, a voice yelled out behind them. Mary and John both turned around.

"Mom, Dad!" Sam yelled.

"Sammy!" Mary screamed. John and Mary raced over towards him and gave him a big hug.

Mary hugged Sam tightly, almost as if she were afraid to let him go. "Thank God, Sammy, I was so worried!"

"Sammy," John asked. "Are you all right?"

"I'm scared, Dad. I hope Dean is all right.

So do I son, so do I. This is a horrible, horrible situation. Just keep hoping that he's not too badly hurt. I'm positive we'll get him back to us as quickly as possible.

John saw the principal close by and stormed over to talk to him. The desperation inside of him couldn't be ignored. Dean had been through a great deal already. He needed to find new information about his missing son's whereabouts.

"My son has been kidnapped!" He shouted loudly. "What the hell kind of school is this – what is being done about this?"

The annoyed principal tried to calm the irate man. "Sir, the police are doing everything they can but it might take some time."

"My son might not have much time left!" John replied worriedly. He started to walk away then he went and sat down after spotting an empty bench nearby.

Then the life seemed to drain out of his body. John's shoulder's sagged. He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his head in his hands.

Mary felt the tears well up in her eyes as she and Sam wandered over to the bench.
The sound of their approach forced John's attention away from his thoughts. His head jerked up as he looked toward Mary and Sam.

An upset Sam sat down beside John. Distressed over his brother's disappearance to the point that words failed him, Sam fought to stifle the choking sound that rose in his throat. Gently, John wrapped his arm around his shoulder.

"John," Mary said as she sat down next to him, gently hugging him. "We both need you, now more than ever." She was desperately worried. Mary sighed. "I just can't believe this is happening, it's all like a bad dream!"

"I know, Mary," John said quietly. "I know." He sighed heavily. "This is all my fault. I should have stayed here at the school and protected him."

"No, John!" Mary exclaimed. "None of this is your fault. Don't even think that it was your fault. You can't stay with him 24 hours a day. That's just not possible."

John nodded his head gratefully as he touched her shoulder. A few seconds later he pulled out his cell phone.

"Bobby?" John said frantically. "I need your help. It's Dean - - he's been kidnapped."

Meanwhile, it was the sound of a woman's voice screaming that broke through the blackness around Dean, jerking him to consciousness. Even though there was a blindfold wrapped around his eyes, there was no doubt about the identity of the voice of his captor.

"Do you hear that, Winchester?" His captor's voice taunted. "That is the sound of someone being tortured. The very same thing is going to happen to you!"

Just then, a guard roughly ripped the blindfold from his face and Dean found himself face to face with Mad Dog.

He could tell by the throbbing pain that his wound was serious. Dean found himself wounded severely. His head was pounding. The hair on the back of his

head was matted from which a trickle of blood still slowly oozing from his wound. He shook his head trying to pull himself together. Dean swallowed hard and moaned softly as his head fell to the side.

Mad Dog grabbed his chin. "Wake up, Winchester! You are not allowed
to sleep!"

Dean became angry. "Mad Dog!" He shouted murderously. "I thought I was finally rid of you!"

The deranged leader seemed amused by the teen's words. "Winchester, you will never be rid of me. Days after escaping the institution I became the leader of a huge cult that I fondly call the Satan's Knights, named after my first gang. And you are going to become one of my followers," he said evilly. Mad Dog blinked and when he opened his eyes they became coal black.

"You're a demon!" Dean said in an absolutely surprised tone of voice. "You have lost your mind I will never follow you!

"You can either join me or endure the agonizing torture of what's to come. My guards and I have ways of changing people's minds and we will be reprogramming you." Mad Dog motioned to his guards. "This will be the first session."

The guards had little trouble dragging Dean into the interrogation room which was also known as the torture chamber of the retreat. The guards grasped him by his arms on each side and were holding him in place. His head was killing him. The loss of blood made him weak and he hardly even had the strength to struggle.

"If you even once close your eyes," Mad Dog threatened, "they will shock the hell out of you."

Mad Dog nodded to the men. "This is just a sample, Winchester. Believe me there will be more to come than just this."

After chaining Dean to an iron chair, the two guards cruelly used the method of high voltage electric batons to beat and shock their prisoners.

During the grueling session, Dean lost consciousness several times. Each time, the guards quickly revived him with pouring cold water over his head.
As the torture session progressed, Dean began to whimper until he finally screamed in agony, tears running down his face.

"Please - - no more, just please no more." Dean pleaded, his voice barely an audible whisper.

Ignoring his weak pleas, they continued to shock him all over his body with the batons even after he began spitting up blood. Then one of the guards walked over to the air conditioner and turned it to the lowest temperature setting.

Dean was so cold, he kept shaking as though he were freezing to death. Beyond exhausted and very sick, Dean screamed agonizingly as the guards continued to shock him. Dean couldn't stop screaming as he was in excruciating pain. Then, mercifully, the first session ended. Dean's eyes started blinking uncontrollably until, finally, everything grew dark and he finally collapsed.

Then Mad Dog took a step forward and stared at the unconscious Dean with a very well satisfied looking grin on his face.

TBC