Victorious FF 3: "Vanishing"

"Chapter 3: - Vicarious"


A/N - Sup everyone! I know...It's been awhile since I've updated. It's been a rough work week (The curse of being a cook.) Anyways, I finally got the chance to write the next chapter. It's been bugging me for quite awhile that I haven't been able to write it. I think it turned out pretty well, so tell me what you think!


The darkness, once again shrouds the room. Jade has gone silent like before. It's just pure nothingness. The usual cold feeling of the room has been steadily getting colder; and the air has become thick, much like the first day here. Small, hush intermittent voices would sometimes pierce the silence – they seemed to come from nowhere. It was more than one voice – There were many different voices. Robbie couldn't hear what they were saying, but they were talking about him.

The familiar clang of the keys entering the lock on the door echoed throughout the room. Has is already been that long since the large man was here before to deliver the food?

Light footsteps advanced across the room. Either the large man lost quite a few pounds since his last visit – or this was not the same person. The torch was lit – and that thought was confirmed. The man stood in front of Robbie – staring directly into his eyes. It was quite strange – His face was concealed by a surgical mask, while the rest of his face melded with the backdrop of the room. His eyes, however, still intently glowed; the Emerald orbs examined Robbie up and down.

The tall, lanky man walked around to the back of Robbie and a click of key against lock was heard – and Robbie's arms forcefully dropped, almost bringing Robbie to his knees. His arm was grasped by the man, and Robbie was quickly thrown against the wall behind him. Robbie was too weak to fight – He just stood there, with his back against the wall, trying to keep himself up. The man walked around the hanging chains, and in front of Robbie. He knelt down and locked Robbie's ankles to a pair of metal cuffs in the wall. His wrists emulated.

Robbie followed the man with his eyes, as he made his towards the wall by the door. The man rummaged through a wooden crate sitting next the door for a minute or two and walked back with what seemed to be a tray of metal objects.

With all of the confusing, sudden events he almost forgot that Jade was still on the other side of the room. He directed his attention away from the man for just a second, and over to Jade. It seemed she was asleep. She just stood there, with her eyes closed. It was probably for the better, though. Whatever that was about to happen, Robbie wouldn't want Jade to witness anyways.

The man's face made it's way into Robbie's sight – Giving him a small scare. The man held up a very large and very sharp knife. Robbie's eyes widened – He was afraid. Is he really going to use that on him? Please no. Please don't cut him with that.

The man lowered the knife, and started to cut straight down Robbie's shirt; the tip of the knife just barely hovering over his skin. Robbie's eyes snapped closed and started to water – He bit his lower lip, and started to shake his head in fear. All noise was drained from his body. Even if he tried to scream, nothing but air would come out.

The cloth fell from his shoulders, and drifted down to the ground. The man held the knife back up to Robbie's face. Tears still poured down from his eyes.

"No…" Robbie mouthed. Again, nothing would come out.

The man continued to stare into Robbie's bloodshot, teary eyes. Not even a blink.

"No…" "No…" "No…" Robbie continued to try and say, still shaking his head back and forth.

The knife was lowered, and the freezing chill of the metal was felt against his torso. The biting chill slithered it's way down his chest and to his stomach.

A gasp of air heaved it's way out of Robbie's throat, as the first cut was made. The man continued, cut after cut, after cut.

Robbie's entire torso was stained in red. The crimson liquid flowed down each and every cut, staining the floor beneath him. This pain is the worst pain he has ever felt. Pieces of flesh were carved off, making their way to the floor as well. Slices, stabs, tears, gashes – all forms of the word were made. And yet…No sound came out.

After for what seemed like hours, the knife was put back into Robbie's view. The once shiny, silver knife was now dull, and stained with flesh and blood. The knife was put back on the metal tray, and Robbie's cuffs were undone.

Robbie instantly fell to his knees. His eyes focused on the puddle he now sat in. His eyes widened once more, and a panic attack ravaged his brain. He shook – tears cascaded from his eyes, and saliva fell out of his mouth and added to the puddle. His mouth tremored. A complete breakdown, and to think the man was just standing there watching him – No reaction…Nothing.

Watching…

Watching…

Watching…

Robbie lifted his head and looked across the room.

Jade…

She was…

Watching…

Her eyes fixated on the damaged boy. Her eyes matched his. Why did she have to wake up? Why did she have to see this?

Robbie looked back at the man, as his arms were once again grasped. He was forced into an upwards position, and was chained back into his original position.

So much pain. Robbie was almost hanging from the chains; his legs had pretty much given out at this point. The torch was extinguished, and the man left the room. The silence returned. Robbie was silent due to not being to say anything at all and Jade was silent because…Well…Robbie didn't know.


This was not the end of the torture. Every day, the tall man returned shortly after the large man brought in the food. Every day Robbie would be cuffed to the wall. The torture was varied, but nevertheless it always happened to him. Every day he would end up in a puddle of his own blood, sweat, and tears.

Luckily, Jade never went through this. She still felt the pain though. Every day she would have to watch him be in so much pain. Why did they have to be the ones in this situation? She knew it was bad for her to wish this cruelty on someone else…but why them? Why him…

She couldn't speak for herself too much…She probably deserved some of this but… Robbie.

He was a good person. He was nice to people, and yet was still ridiculed by them. He tried his best each day to be better at whatever he did. Sure they weren't the most normal things to be good at…Puppetry, Hamboning, Electronics, and even school. He tried each day to be better and better, but was still shut down others. Even his own parents were embarrassed by him at times. Every day he would still walk into school with a smile. It's one of the main reasons she loved him. He might not have been physically strong, like Beck, but he was one of the most mentally strongest people she knew. To watch him be that strong, to be forced to his knees each day. It was painful to watch…He didn't deserve this. Yet he was the one there every day.

She didn't say anything because really…There wasn't much to say.

How long could he last like this? Each day, he got worse, and each day she got better. His wounds got worse, and her wounds were clearing up. Why couldn't it have been her, instead?

"Robbie…" Jade said, breaking the silence. Her lip quivered – It was hard for her to speak after watching him go through so much. The boy across the room lifted his head. His eyes were bloodshot, and the cuts on his face were deep. Stains painted his face. It was hard to look at.

A noise released itself from his lips. It wasn't comprehensible…But she still managed to let out a soft smile. Even though it was hard to him to speak, or move at all…he still tried. He still stayed strong.

"Hang in there…Just…Please…" She interrupted herself.

"Please…"

"Stay strong."


Well, hopefully you enjoyed it. Also, I'd like to thank you guys for reading and reviewing. Also there will be an announcement soon on an awesome project having to do with Rade that will be coming out soon. So stay tuned for the next chapter to see the announcement!

Thanks,

-V