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Fintan smiled cruelly. "We have all of them?"
Trix hesitated. They were talking over an Imparter as Trix explained in more detail what, exactly, had happened when they had caught Sophie and her friends. "All but the Vanisher ," she admitted.
Fintan waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. "A small matter. Which cell did you put each in?"
"I put the Technopath in 689, The Shade in 948, The Hydrokinetic in 089, Keefe in 987, and Sophie in 989."
"Good choice. If they're all separated, they can't break out together. What did you do to subdue them?"
"Well, I put the Techno-"
"Please. Call them by their names," interrupted Fintan.
"I don't know them."
"The Tech is Dex, Shade is Tam, and Hydro is Linh."
"How do you know that?" asked Trix curiously.
"I don't have time to explain," snapped Fintan. "I need to get going on interrogating that boy. Now, how did you subdue them?"
"For- Dex, you said?"
Fintan gritted his teeth and nodded.
"For Dex and Linh, I drugged them. For Keefe and Tam, I just tied them up. Their abilities can't help them."
"Never underestimate them, Trix."
Trix gulped. "Do you want me to drug them too?"
Fintan nodded curtly.
"I'll do it right after this call. And lastly, before I drugged Dex, I forced him to create an ability restrictor for Sophie. She's is barely conscious, much less making plans to escape."
"Good choice. How did you force Dex to make a restrictor?"
"I threatened to kill Sophie if he didn't."
"Hmm. Well done," said Fintan. "Now, I'm going to see if I can finally get that arrogant Vacker to tell me something, or, better yet, break." He ended the call without another word. Standing up, he called Jolie and Alvar to him. "I think this session requires three to get it done right."
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Fitz was slumped in his chair, but he straightened when he heard the door open. He saw three figures walking towards him, but his eyes were so blurred that he couldn't make out who they were.
One of them vanished as he neared the chair.
Alvar, Fitz thought.
One had a sphere of brightness in one hand.
Fintan, Fitz realized.
And one had sparks of light going back and forth between each hand.
Jolie, Fitz finished.
Fitz suddenly felt a driving force in his stomach, and he gasped. As he coughed, the force came again, and again, and again, until finally it stopped. As Fitz struggled for air, Fintan brought the sphere of fire a hair away from his face. Fitz tried to cringe away, but he was too weak.
While he was distracted by the flame, Jolie shocked him. If he tried to move his head to see where she would shock him next, he would be burned by the flame Fintan held.
Then Fintan made his attack.
He burned Fitz, over and over, while Jolie shocked him over and over. Fitz screamed hoarsly from the pain. Finally, they both stopped.
What are they doing now? Fitz thought wearily. To his surprise, both Fintan and Jolie left the room. His thoughts felt cloudy, and he couldn't figure out why they had left, until suddenly it came to him. Alvar. Alvar was still in the room.
"Where are you?" he shouted. His voice was weak though, and it came out as more of a whisper.
He heard Alvar's cackles, the sound echoing, and sounding like it came from everywhere.
"Do you remember when we were kids?" came Alvars voice. "And everyone doted over you. 'Oh, he's such a talented Telepath.' 'Such a charming little boy.'"
"People are idiots," said Fitz weakly.
Alvar ignored him and continued. "And all the while, they ignored me. I was always more talented. I had the greater potential. And that is why I am standing here, and you lie only semi conscious in a chair. If they could see us now-"
"They'd see a monster."
Alvar scowled. "Fitz, I am not the monster. You soaked up all the attention, smiling your brilliant smile, while I stood by unnoticed. Unwanted. You were so busy being perfect, that you turned your dazzling teal eyes away from me," Alvar spat.
"That's not true and you know it," Fitz said quietly. "I tried to bring the attention back to you-"
"Shut it Fitz! I know you helped! That's what makes it so infuriating!" fumed Alvar. "It's be so much easier to hate you if you had ignored me. But no! You brought me in the center too. Everyone still ignored me. Why can't you not be perfect for one STUPID SECOND?!"
"I'm not perfect. I've made my fair share of mistakes."
"I. Don't. Care." Alvar glared at Fitz. He pulled a small device from his jacket. "And now you'll pay."
Fitz felt a sudden rush of pain. He couldn't quite place what type of pain it was. All he know was that it was the worst kind. The kind where you would rather die than endure it. Fitz screamed, but no sound came. He had lost his voice from screaming so much.
The pain continued. And through it, he could barely make out a voice. Every time the voice spoke, the pain intensified.
"Golden Boy," the voice said.
"Golden Child."
"Perfect."
"Wonderboy."
Fitz gasped for air as the pain suddenly stopped, all at once. He closed his eyes, and sobbed in relief.
"Unless you tell us what we want to know, that will happen again, for twice as long," came Alvar's voice.
Fitz distantly heard a door slam closed, the sound ringing in his ears.
He would not give them what they wanted. No matter what.
But one thing was different.
He would not tell them anything, but he no longer waited for rescue.
No longer hoped that his friends would come.
And his spirit was broken.
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