Authors Note: Hey everyone. I know I haven't updated in a couple of weeks but I'm going to attempt to get a new chapter up in the next few days or the next week at least. This chapter is Larson and Dante based and I'm sorry for how short it is but anyway, here's the chapter. Enjoy!

WARNING: Torture

Chapter 6: DANTE

Dante slowly came round his head throbbing and feeling immense strain on his shoulders. He slowly lifted his head and found himself suspended by a chain wrapped around his wrists from the ceiling. The room he was in was dimly lit and smelt like damp. He turned his head and saw that the wall behind him was splashed with bloodstains, some older than others.

"Shannon, how deep have got into this?" He mumbled to himself.

He began to struggle a bit but gave up quickly, his only luck being that he was swinging back and forth. He stayed still and stared at the wall in front of him waiting for whatever his sister had planned for him. He lifted his head at the sound of the door opening and in walked his sister.

She was dressed in beige combats, a dark green t-shirt and a pair of work boots. She still looked like she was in the Military and even had her hair tied back severely into a pony tail. "Hello brother," She said looking at him with cold green eyes.

Dante stayed silent, staring his sister down with the same green eyes. He wasn't going to play her games. He wasn't going to give in to her.

"So that's how you're going to play it then. Well, let me do all the talking then. Dante, I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to severely hurt you or just hurt you enough to make you need medical attention, I don't know yet. But the only reason I have brought you here is to get to Mackenzie. Because I know you're the only thing she cares about," Shannon said, pacing back and forth in front of Dante.

"Why do you want to hurt her, Shannon? All she's tried to do is help you. It's your own fault that you didn't see that," Dante spat angrily.

"You really don't see why I'm doing this do you. Ever since we got back, Mackenzie has been the one who has recovered, the one that's stable. Me on the other hand didn't get help, didn't get back to normal. Mackenzie forgot everything that happened over there and that angered me. Why should we forget about any of that? Everyone in this town is naive and has no idea what it's like to have to fight in a war. They have to find out. They have to find out what it's like to feel fear in its most basic form. They need to find out that the world may be beautiful, may be magnificent but it's the cruelest thing you'll ever come across. And Mackenzie of all people should know that and yet she still ignores it. She needs to learn. She needs to be reminded," Shannon said, her voice rising and her anger beginning to show more.

"That's what you think? You think Mackenzie forgot what happened? Every single night she has vivid nightmares about it. She wakes up screaming and crying. The only reason she seems like she has forgotten is because she doesn't like to show that she's hurting. That she got injured when she was fighting for her country. And yet she is reminded everyday from scars that are all over her body. Big and small. Physical and mental. Now tell me again that she's forgotten."

"STOP LYING TO ME," Shannon shouted.

She swung round and punched Dante in the stomach hard. He hunched over in pain and gasping for air. "I was going to go easy on you big bother but now, I couldn't care less," Shannon said, slyly.

Dante closed his eyes as Shannon started to punch him as hard as she could over and over. Dante swung back and forward as the punches got harder to the point he hit the wall behind him.

"Shannon. Stop. Please," Dante said his voice barely a whisper.

"Stop?" She laughed. "Do you know how many times I asked them to stop? Two hundred and forty seven. What makes you think I will?"

Dante let out a groan of pain as Shannon punched him again. He then opened his eyes to watch Shannon walk over and grab a long, very sharp knife.

"Shannon. Please," Dante whispered.

"Welcome to hell."