Whoo… School is so full of the stress right now… I'm almost finished and there's SO MUCH TO DO! I had a little breakdown today because I was having a bad day in the bakery, plus there were a lot of other little variables that added to it. I'm quitting Rotten Ronnie's in like, ten days, so that's a bonus. The story gets rather dark at this point. Also, I am afraid of Bastet1023. Who'd of thought I'd have gotten such a reaction from offing Setg'in-kwei? O.o Anyways, read, review and enjoy!
Chapter 7
Hearing a sharp click, Celia's head jerked upright from its resting place on her arms. She blinked away her boredom-induced stupor. The heavy metal door slowly swung open, revealing a clean-cut middle-aged man, dressed in a dark blue suit. He had that bland look that was so unfortunately familiar to her. He sat down on the chair opposite her, hands folding themselves neatly on the table. They stared at each other.
The man broke the silence first. "My name is Charles Adams." He stuck out his hand.
Lee stared at it, then back at his face. The hand withdrew. Something flickered in his eyes.
"Do you need anything? A drink? Food? Anything at all? No? All right then." Adams smiled warmly. It was a practiced TV announcer smile. "How is everything going? I hear you're studying to be a teacher. Good profession; we always need more of those. You've done well for yourself, starting out with almost nothing, poor as dirt-well you're still poor as dirt, but you are still a student. Later I foresee you going far, if you behave."
Adams continued the inane babble for ages, Celia gritting her teeth against it; he was as bad as her old Social Studies teacher. At one point, he ordered in a plate of sandwiches. Her stomach growled. They looked much better than the slop she had been fed lately, but she resisted, continuing her silence. "… Pity about your brother, though."
She looked up sharply, lips tightening.
"He could have done well, too…"
Suddenly, he pulled a black item out of his suit jacket. It took her a moment to register what it was. Long, slightly curved and tapering to a wicked point. It was her dagger.
"So what do you make of this? Fascinating object, with incredible craftsmanship. It's strange though; no one can tell me what it is. It is obviously of organic origins, but the chemical makeup is entirely different from anything living on Earth. Can you tell me about it?" Celia, as per usual, said nothing. Without warning, Adams swept the plate off the table. Sandwiches showered everywhere as the plate smashed on the concrete floor. He leapt up, slamming his fists on the table.
Celia jumped, squeaking involuntarily.
"Speak, dammit!" he yelled, "Where did you get this?!"
"It was from my brother, you government slime ball!" she spat.
"What did this come from?"
She glared venomously. Adams stalked around the table, grabbing her wrists. Lee screeched and kicked for his knees, hands curling into claws, reaching for his eyes.
"Tell me about the aliens!" roared Adams into her face, spittle flying as he shook her. Lee spat in his face. He slapped her, knocking her over. She went for his balls. The government agent jumped away and kicked her in the stomach. "You'll talk or you'll suffer!"
"FUCK YOU!"
He kicked Celia again, harder. She rolled away, clutching herself. "How did you meet the greenish one? Been brainwashed? Abducted?"
Lee stared up through her hair. "We saved his life!"
"Do you even know what they are capable of? Don't think you're protecting your brother by insulting me and staying quiet; he's neck deep in shit and sinking fast. He's been brainwashed into doing terrible things. Those aliens are vicious beasts; they've hunted us for sport for thousands of years, made themselves out to be gods to our ancestors. They view us as sheep; expendable! Did you know you're brother has hunted people too? Huh?"
"Yes."
Adams shook his head. "You disgust me. Those beasts don't care for you at all; they would just as soon see you rot."
"No." Celia said, pushing herself into a sitting position. "They wouldn't. Not the ones I know. They are the kindest, most honorable creatures I know. I know they are different; they're fucking aliens! But they've helped me when a human would have turned their head and looked the other way. You are a shallow close-minded fuck and should leave them alone."
"We will do what we want with them, Miss Celia. And you as well." Adams snapped his fingers, glancing at the glass panel in the wall. The door opened, letting two armed guards in. They seized her and dragged her out, paying no heed to her screams and curses.
Celia was brought into another room and strapped into a chair.
Adams strolled in afterward. "I have someone with me you know. Play nice." And then he left, turning sideways in the door to allow someone else entry.
"YOU!" snarled Lee, straining at her restraints.
Terence grinned back. "Yes, it's me." "I knew you weren't what you seemed. Always." Terence turned and began doing something on a table. "I know. And I tried so hard too. All you friends adored me, thought I was the best fucking thing since sliced bread. You disappointed me; you know, Celia, you're much smarter than you look. I'm not what I seem either. I have a youthful face and more then ten years training in acting, combat and torture." He laughed. "My talents were not too welcome in the army; I was to cruel even for them. I was about to be jailed for taking too many liberties with the prisoners when this little hidden government branch snapped me up. Erased my bad history. Gave me a new name and life. They needed a man of my many talents. The fact I am somewhat of a sociopath only made it better." Terence turned again. He was holding a packet of thin needles. "There are a few things I'm forbidden to do; like lopping things off or severe permanent damage, but otherwise I am free. We shall soon have some serious fun anyways."
Silent tears streamed down her face. Her hands were a web of pain, needles slipped under every nail and needles sticking up through her hands.
"Celia… Oh Celia… Look over at the window. I know you can't see through, but you have an audience. They, or rather, he should know what he's making you go through. He won't talk either."
Matt clenched his teeth so hard his jaw creaked. He thought the beatings he had gotten from other Yautja were bad, but somehow, this torture was worse.
"Let's see how you like this, traitor." The cold voiced man said, switching on a taser. He jabbed it into the side of Matt's neck. He spasmed, muscles contracting involuntarily. It was set at a lower voltage than a normal taser, so it didn't knock him out. "This can end at any time. You only have to cooperate." Matt closed his eyes, doing his best to avoid the soft man's watery gaze.
"P-please… Please s-stop." Lee whimpered through chattering teeth. "I don't want… Matt can't see me like this…"
Terence came up behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders, kneading them. "I'm afraid he has to. We need your knowledge."
"I don't fucking know anything! I never lived with them! All I know is they fucking treat me nicely! They… They wouldn't torture me, you stupid shit-face fucktard!" she exploded. Terence's hands tightened on the muscles of her shoulders until she screamed. He bared his teeth cruelly at the mirrored glass, pulling her hair so her head was tilted at a painful angle. His fingers stroked up her throat and jaw.
"Oh Matthew…" crooned the Soft Man, as Matt had mentally dubbed him, "Look through the window."
Involuntarily, his eyes opened a slit. There, through the window was Celia, hands visibly wounded, face puffy and red from crying. A man who could only be Terence stood behind her, massaging her shoulders. Then he squeezed until Lee was clearly shrieking.
"YOU BASTARD! Leave her alone! It's me, not her you want!" the warrior roared, thrashing. The Soft Man smacked him across the face, his chinless, flabby visage blocking Matt's view of his sister. He picked up a scalpel, slack mouth curling up into a smile.
Celia was thrown into a cell, smaller and barer then the previous one. Terence followed.
"Keep away! AWAY!" she yelled.
"Or what? I've heard what you've done to some of the guards, but you can't hurt me with those hands now."
She tried to head-butt him in the stomach.
"Still have some fight in you, huh? You'll soon be nice and cooperative. In the mean time, I like them feisty." Terence undid the buckle of his belt, a horrible expression on his face.
She shook and shuddered with sobs, left alone in complete darkness. Her life had gone straight to hell again. Abused and violated… Would it really be so terrible to answer a few questions? So it would not happen again? When Terence had finished, he had whispered the promise of more to come. Just a few harmless ones… Nothing big… But what about Matt? He was surely suffering too. She couldn't let him down. They would find a way out… They had to. No… No more…