Phantom Genocide

Page Six -- Learning

Chapter 8 will be from the POV from one of the CSIs.

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While the three of us were walking down to the torture room, the prisoner began to fight with Jonny. Jonny punched him in the cheek and decided to put him over his shoulder. Finally we made it to the room. So many emotions ran through me. I had never seen the inside of the room before.

In the middle of the room was a stone table with five leather straps. The room was pretty big. Many torture devices hung on the walls. Jonny brought the 15 year old boy to the table and untied him. The boy tried to fight again, but Tasha had already put the leather straps around each of his wrists. He began to kick. Tasha easily got straps around his torso and ankles.

Fear filled his light brown eyes as Tasha picked up a machete. She looked at the gleaming blade, crooked smile on her face. She told me to stand ten feet away so no blood spatter would get on me. Each advancing step towards the teen, he would be louder. As she hovered over him he screamed. Tasha brought the machete up over her head. In one swift motion, the blade landed in the boy's right shoulder. The boy erupted an ear piercing scream.

Tasha quickly removed the machete, getting the boy to whimper. She moved to the left side. She brought the blade down into the boy's left forearm. Agonizing screams filled the room. Next time she hit his left knee cap. A sickening crack echoed through out the large room. Tasha laughed harder each time the teen cried out.

When she went over to his right leg she brought it down twice. Once at the thigh than at the calf. Tears streamed down his face. His pleas were growing quieter with each strike. Tasha made her way up to his head. She brought it up for the finally strike. I looked away. I couldn't watch. I already knew what the bloody scene looked like. Yet I turned around to look.

The machete laid in the middle of the teen's head. Blood traveled down the table in all directions. The red liquid had made a mess all over the table and floor. The boy's eyes had rolled to the back of his head.

Tasha had a hard time pulling out the weapon. When she removed it, there was a fountain of blood. She was about to start chopping up the body until I stepped in.

"Stop!" I stepped between her and the boy, "he's already dead. Isn't that enough?"

She lowered the machete to her side. Than she scratched me very hard in the cheek. Her long nails left three thin, deep stinging cuts. I put my hand over my cheek and glared at her. I could feel the warmth of my blood slid through my fingers.

"You don't tell me when to stop! I stop when I want to stop! You listen to me. Not the other way around. Understood?" Tasha had fire in her eyes.

I nodded. She told me to leave. Outside the room I unbraided my hair so that my long bangs covered what Tasha had done. Again I entered the waiting room, the sound of chopping faintly heard from down the hall.

I was greeted by Mike's cheerful smile. He looked at me a little confused. It was unusual for my hair to be down. He moved the hair around the cuts and turned sad.

"What happened?" he asked examining the cuts and dark bruise around them.

"Nothing." I swatted his hand away.

Mike was about to say something but looked up at the sound of footsteps. Tasha stood there, a pissed expression on her face. She pulled me out of the room and farther down the hall.

"If you ever try a stunt like that again, your fate will be much worse than theirs." she threatened and tightened her hold on my arm.

"I'm going for a walk." I said as I yanked my arm away and started walking.

"You've got to learn who's in charge!" she yelled after me.