Ok, this is a really short chapter but since it's april vacation! I'll be able to update much quicker. Now for a little Shawn torture...
Disclaimer: How many times do I have to tell you I DON'T own Psych?
The man was turned so his back was facing the camera, blocking his actions from view, but Juliet saw Shawns eyes widen slightly before he composed his face. When the masked man faced the camera again he was holding a short iron rod, heated so hot it seemed to shed light on the whole room. Reactions at the station differed from Juliets sharp gasp to Henry's fist slammed against the table. "Well, to all you folks at home, we have a new game to play today! Lets play Break the Psychic," the man addressed the camera, sounding as if he truly was an exuberant show host. "Oh, come on!" Shawns voice made it's way through the station, sounding untroubled and full of life, as if he was right there with them, complaining as usual. "What's wrong with Psychopolooza? I think it has a nice ring to it!"
Juliet really wished he were still unconscious because the mystery man seemed to have had enough. He brought the rod down onto Shawns inner thigh and held it there. Juliet saw Shawn's whole body contort, and his hands gripped the arms of the chair with such an intensity she was sure they'd snap off. He tipped his head back in an effort to keep from screaming. There was silence in the room except for the sickening, hissing of Shawns burning flesh. The silence was broken as Shawn let out his ever-building cry. Juliets eyes were temporarily blinded with tears as her heart was shredded to pieces.
She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and forced herself to look at the screen, to be strong, for him. She stared at the screen, oblivious to anything but Shawn. The muscles in his arms bulged as the man moved the fire to his stomach. His teeth were clenched so hard it looked as though they'd crack in an effort to be silent. But as he yet again lost the battle his cry was joined with another's. Juliet could decipher a shrill screech that was certainly not emanating from Shawn. At that moment she didn't care, all she wanted was for it to stop: for the pain in that cry to end. But next to her Henry looked at the screen confused, "Does he have a little girl there?"
Kinda a bad cliffhanger but I tried, please review! Reviews are ALMOST as awesome as pineapple, and that's saying something:)