"Come on buddy, stay with me. I know you're in there somewhere, please wake up. Wake up dammit! Open your eyes!"
Someone slaps me in the face, bringing me back down to reality. I'm in what appears to be a office and in front of me is a short black haired men. To make matters worse for me I'm hung upside down and in the corner of the room I see a unconscious Chester.
"Good, you're still alive. I half thought that my men had beaten you to death earlier even though I told them to go easy on you but then again they only listen to me half the time, still at least you look more handsome with all those scars on your face. What to see your new look boy?"
He pulls out a handheld mirror, allowing me to see the new "look". There is a long scar on the left and right side of my face, my shirt and pants have rips on them and most of my hair has been shaved off, only a small amount of hair is left on the right.
The man smirked slightly, " Like what you see? We call it the beat the living hell out of you with chairs followed by dragging a meat hook down your cheeks and cutting off most of your hair. You'll definitely have all the ladies after you tonight my boy. You can thank us later."
I try to grab the man so that I can throw a few punches on him but he steps away from me, he then grabs a nearby chair and sits down.
"Do you know who I am Freddy Fenlon? Do you know why you are here in the first place?" When I don't reply he grabs a kendo stick and starts whacking me. "Answer me damn it!"
"I have no idea who you are! Now will you please stop hitting me you Maniac!"
"You don't know who I am? No idea at all?" He waited until I shook my head before continuing, "I am Thomas Sinclair leader of the Federation and the one who shall end your life today Freddy Fenlon! I'm surprised you didn't recognise me."
It's really him, Thomas Sinclair the reason we are in this situation in the first place. Once again I try to break free but the rope prevents me from escaping. Sinclair laughs once again.
"Don't bother trying to escape Fenlon," said Sinclair. "Besides, there's a few things I want to say to you so listen carefully."
He waits a second before he begins talking. "You may think that Dylan McLaren is the good guy but the truth is he's not, he will betray you and your friends whenever he gets the chance. I am trying to bring change to this world, change that is necessary."
"You're lying," I say. "Dylan would never betray us! He's the reason I'm still alive and the reason the Federation is no more! You may think you're the good guy but in reality you're nothing more but a no good son of a-"
"SILENCE BOY!" He punches me in the chest before I can finish speaking. "You know, I was enjoying our talk but I think it's time to end it." Sinclair walks to a nearby table, grabs a Swiss knife and slowly walks towards me with a grin good enough to rival the Joker's.
"Listen, I've enjoyed having this little conversation with you Fenlon but its time for you to die. And don't worry about your friends you'll see them real soon. Once the power comes back my men will hunt them down and destroy them." Sinclair says before laughing again. The mere mention of my friends enraged me, if Sinclair's men so much as touched them I swear I will kill him.
"So Mr Fenlon what would you like inscribed on your grave? How about "Man who trusts the wrong people?" Or how about "Worthless loser?" or what about-"
BANG
The door behind Sinclair flies open knocking him to the ground and in step Bonnie, Chica, Dylan, Foxy, Margaret, Toby, Skylar, Charlie, Barney, Frederick, Skylar and three Federation soldiers. Upon seeing Sinclair Dylan broke from the group grabbed Sinclair and pushed him up against the wall.
"Hello Sinclair, do you remember me?" snarled Dylan.
"Why hello there," said Sinclair pleasantly, as though he was meeting an old friend. "Long time no see Dylan how's the family doing?"
"You know how they're doing," spat Dylan. "It's thanks to you my mother is dead and my father became one of your many lackeys. But today is the day you get what you deserve." Dylan reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pistol. "I found this while I was dealing with your son Shane, he had the common courtesy to "lend" it to me."
"What did you do to him?" demanded Sinclair. "If you did anything to my boy-"
"Shut up!" Dylan screamed as he wacked Sinclair with the gun. "I waited years for this day and nothing will stop me from-"
At that very moment an air raid like alarm went off, followed by the sound of dozens of boots marching towards us.
"Well, well, well," said Sinclair. "It looks like the power is back."
