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{TRACKING! Shane 'Phantom' Riley...}

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{Shane 'Phantom' Riley POV...}

somewhere in mexico.

I, Shane Riley sat with my battered, bruised head against the cold hard rock wall of this dingy prison, weary eyes closed as i tried to block out the burning pain that radiated from my stomach; something i had come to know, unfortunately, extremely well for the past 3 years: poison. It burned my insides like lava was being poured into me. It made me so sick that i had to vomit what little food i had been given, or just ending up dry heaving every 10 minutes.

i coughed up some more vile venom, too weak to get up and do it anywhere, except the place i was sitting in. i groaned, trying to remember the last time i felt so... ill,... so helpless.

Suddenly, a key rattled in the old rusty key lock at the door to my cell. They had come for me again. Every day for the last 3 years Manual Roba's son, Vincent Roba had personally come to bring me to what i can only describe as a living hell.

I jumped as the door burst open, bringing a gust of fresh air to my broken nose. The now open door way revealed the very person that i hated with all my guts, Roba.

"Hello, Shane"

Roba was a short, stubby and mean man. His greasy black hair was slicked back into a comb over, making him look like a greedy, plump businessman. Roba leaned down and grabbed my face, putting his dirty fingers in the gash on my cheek bone, making me groan in pain. Signaling his men, he let go of my face and stood up, kicking me, hard, in my already broken ankle in the process, causing me to scream in absolute agony. The guards latched there gigantic hard hands around my arms; they yanked me up to my feet just in time for another bout of vomit to spew out of my mouth, the guards let me go and i face planted hard into the puddle of sick i had just made. Roba jumped away in fear of getting the acidly substance onto is nice new suit. The guards grabbed me again but not fully, leaving my legs to drag limply behind us.

I was dragged to a small room filled with what Roba called his 'toys', every torture weapon you could think of was either hung on the walls and ceiling or placed on a counter top that surrounded the whole room. I was placed on the cold metal table, strapped down with thick leather bonds.

"Lets begin" Roba menacingly said. He reached for the first thing he could. A 10 inch long knife. Immediately he drove the knife down into my right calf at that moment panic took over for a moment as thoughts of an endless pain crept up in my mind. Agonizing stabbing pain. Wave after wave the pain kept coming. Desperate for some form of relief i tried to break free from my restraints. The worst part is that this maniac didn't want any information off of me, he just does it for fun. I screamed. An ear-piercing scream i never thought i was capable of.

Roba kept going. Stabbing. Slicing. Making large gashes in my pale scared skin. He was laughing hysterically, i thought he had gone mad. He enjoyed hurting me, destroying what sanity i had left. I closed my eyes as the blood loss was becoming too great, when suddenly i felt something large and sharp being rammed into my lower abdomen. It ripped through my body like a knife through butter. It went all the way through my body.

I passed out. Glad i was now out of pain, i wanted to die, right here right now. However i tried to hold on for my twin, Simon. i knew he would come for me even though it has been three years since he had escaped and killed Manual Roba. Simon was that sort of guy. He doesn't quit, and i doubt he has quit even after 3 years.