AN: Hey dudes! It took me so long to post the last chapter that I spent three nights on it. This one focus' on Rick and what he's going through.
This chapter will have some heart break. Believe me; I almost couldn't finish writing it. It made its own author cry. There is a mention of suicide in here.
Sorry, it's how it played in out my damn head. And its anxiety talking this time.
Chapter Two:
Get Out of My Head!
Rick hated this. He wanted to be back with his family.
Veronica was up his ass. For the past two months, Veronica tortured him, and stripped away his dignity. She wanted him to crack, but Rick never gave up easily.
They only let the prisoners down for what Veronica calls "food", and when they wanted answers, ending with torture, being half naked, or some of them died.
Rick felt his cell move down; gromflomites unlocked him, and escorted him to the "Torture Room".
They threw Rick onto a cold, metal lab table, and restrained him. Rick heard Veronica's footsteps as she walked down the hall. It really wasn't that hard. She always wore black leather boots.
"Why hello there, Sanchez. Nice to see you again, isn't it?" Veronica smirked looking at the man on the table.
"Not in the mood to talk? No matter. I have something that will make you talk, sooner or later." Veronica walked around the table, giving her the chance to see the setup he was in.
Rick still said nothing. He wanted to tell her off, but he knew the pain he'd endure would be bad enough as it is.
Veronica whispered something to one of the guards. It was something about making the lab table convert into a chair. That was not good.
The guard did as he was told and pressed the button underneath the table. Rick found himself unable to move. "Don't try and struggle. It only makes it worse." Veronica stepped in front of Rick, bending down the waist to reach his face, and started stroking his face.
She motioned one of the guards to hand her the remote. Her tactic was different for every damn prisoner, but Rick was different. Veronica could never make him talk. Until what she thought now.
She pushed a torture button, highly doubting Rick knew which one. A metallic helmet came down from the ceiling. This shit must be brand fucking new. Rick tried to look away from the screen, but he was unable to. "Don't worry. I'm not extracting anything. This machine is built to incept a person's greatest fear. And until you crack, I'll be torturing someone else." Veronica explained. "Guards! Turn on the damn thing and go! I'll be waiting for you two outside." Veronica ordered.
The two guards did as they were told. Now, nobody was in the room, except for Rick. He was left alone with his fears and thoughts. God, he hated being sober. He had withdrawal symptoms, he felt weaker, hell, he had vomited almost everything.
Rick knew what she really wanted. "Not extracting anything" his right nipple! She wanted to know what he was truly afraid of and use it against him. "S-Stop! G-Get Out Of M-My Head!" Rick grunted through his teeth, pouring sweat everywhere.
His darkest memories came to life. He didn't want it this way, he had to be strong. For his planet, for his family…. For…. Morty.
Rick fought back tears as he thought of his grandson. He would be the one person who is still on his side.
He was becoming undone. Breaking. Slowly crumbling. He wanted this to all stop. All Rick wanted now was to go home. Drink this pain away. See.. Morty again.
The machine registered his deepest fear and played it. Morty was there. He was perfectly fine. But he had been shot a second after Rick made the assumption. He was holding his dead grandson in his arms. Cursing and screaming at the sky. Rick cried while Morty looked at him with lifeless eyes.
He wanted to scream. His pain was too much. Rick was fighting the urge to ball his damn eyes out. Veronica can't win. Rick would not let her verge victorious. He had to keep his emotions down. God damn it! You are Rick Sanchez man! Y-You don't let this mother fucking bitch win! Rick heard a voice he hadn't heard in years. It felt good.
If you find a gun, this could all be over. Morty could figure things out. He's smart enough to figure things out, Rick.
"N-No, I can't leave him. Morty needs me…." Rick whispered softly as the helmet came off. His head slumped over the side of the chair. He fell partly asleep.
Veronica slapped the man clean across the face. Rick woke up. He was dreaming of his grandson. Rick felt sympathy for Morty. He knew that his grandson loves him, and he had never meant to hurt him, or make him leave.
"How could you fall asleep?! No one ever has after torture! They all are too afraid of what they saw or endured! What the actual hell, Sanchez?!" Veronica slapped him again.
Rick had face those fears and demons. He was exhausted from what he endured. As for his mind, he was almost mind broken. And he wouldn't allow it.
If someone has a plan to get him, and his mind was broken, he would try to commit suicide. He already knew the consequences of mind breaking.
"Take him back to his cell before I rip his head off! I can't deal with him!" Veronica ordered.
Rick was dragged to his cell, like how it was two months ago. He zoomed left and right, then finally got to the Max Security prison. He was a living damn crucifix again.
"Find me his grandson. That will make him fucking crack." Veronica commanded.
She had plans other than trying to destroy Rick, his family, and her own sister. Veronica wants information from Rick, she wants Morty to die and her sister to be stabbed.
Veronica saw the cameras on the maximum security prison. She looked at Rick, seeing him fight the urge to cry. "I will break you, Sanchez. Mark my damn words."
AN: Good God! I've been writing since twelve in the damn morning! And I didn't fall the fuck asleep! How the hell?! Next chapter will consist of Rebellion and Morty's plan to save Rick. I cried so much while writing this chapter! I couldn't bear to write a chapter with a suicide mention in it. I had to finish this train wreck of a chapter. I hope you enjoyed. I already started the next chapter, so it should be up at some point, so look out for that.
You can PM me if you want to. Stay Schwifty my friends!
