Note: Warning! If you don't like/can't read extremely violent scenes, just skip this chapter! It will contains indecent speech, violence.

Viktor

I feel dizzy, nausea and so many indefinable feelings, not from the best type. I am unable to move, like my spine broke - can't feel any of my limbs or my skin, nothing. I'm captured here, like Jayce was, the difference is only the another laboratory and I'm not tied, I just can't move from the examination table.

My hazy vision does not go away, heartbeat sounds maddeningly loud in my ears. Cough irritate my throat - but I can't move - it's suffocate me, finally blood fill my mouth and I try to split it out, but I can't move my head also, it flows down to cover me everywhere.

Hours go by, and I'm still alone here, without answers.

Finally an iron door move loudly in a rail - stop - then the sound repeat itself. Someone come by.

- All rested?

It's Singed. I can recognize his disgustingly amused and bland voice anytime.

I want to reply but blood fill my mouth roughly again, stucking my words, my breathe. He only laughs at my misery.

- Do you think you're really that intelligent? - he lean closer, study me. The bandages can't hide his predator smirk.

- C'mon.. This the best what you can do? Strike back! Hit me! - he laughs again, insane.

Then he turn away from me for long minutes.

- Do you know, Viktor, what takes difference between creatures? - he turn around, face me again, scalpel in his thin, pale hand and a bottle of unknown liquor for me.

- One of them able to creat life. Many of them FEEL ABLE...to destroy it. - a sharp white pain enter to my lower arm. The knife - I realize it barely. It slowly enters to my bone, injury my whole arm with the pain. Then it comes out on the other side, violently scratch the metal when The Mad Scientist rotate it slowly between my bones to spread them apart, forcing both bone to broke. My vision totally lost and I pass out soon. But before I can faint he stab needle at my neck to keep me awake with his chemicals.

- Don't take that easy..! - he hold up the bottle to make sure I can see it all and pour the liquor from it straight to my fresh wound.

Hot. I can't see anything. I lost the contact with the world. I can't hear anything. Burning hot. Acid. Destruction of my flesh. No breathe. My brain scream for death. I can feel the liquor flows into my veins from the needle.

...

After so long minutes the pain slowly grow silent, but not go.

Singed sits on a chair next to me, watch my affliction. Study me like a doctor do.

- 48 minutes.

Nausea get me again, but blood splitted out when I cough. Some get into my air gauge - it's made Singed smile.

- You can speak now. Your nervous system awake now.

I can feel it. - rolled my eyes silently. Singed was enough insane to murder anyone without reasons in a most humiliated way what he knows.

- Tell me the formula from your experiments. Every of 'em! Let's start it with the living steam-engine! Or do you want to talk from your mechanism parts? Hmmm? Before I destroy them all on you?

- You... can't..put... Any..t..hing - cough - into... anything. To.. Make.. it li..ve.

Singed laughed out like he now heard the best joke in his life.

- Viktor.. - he started on his calm voice, stood up and pulled a mirror wall over me, reveal for me my misery form. Then the tone of his voice changed into a dangerous one.

- You think you can fuck with me?

My reflection was really really miserable. I had blood everywhere on my face, neck, shoulders and chest. My mask was remove as my clothes. I am so sick pale. And my injured human arm wrecked by the acid, still bleeding, the scalpel still in it, flesh torn around everywhere, revealing the broken and cleaved bones in it.

- I ask again. Only once again. No more. Do you understand, Viktor? - no answer - Excellent.

He walked toward the another side of the table.

- I ask again. Tell me, the formula of the 'living' machines.

- Why do you seek it?

- It's. Not. Your. Business. Just tell me, and we will deal. Will you?

- Look Singed. Does not matter how badly I want to tell it, I can't. Blitzcrank was a project, not my only own. But it's does not matter, as I said, you can't put anyt...

- I DON'T CARE! Tell me, or I will show you the price of my patience.

- Go to the fuckin' hell! You can't understand?..

White pain. Familiar but not strong as before was. My vision lost again. It spread in my veins.

Singed removed the knife and now playing with it between his fingers like an amused toy. I said the truth. Does not matter what I say to save myself - it won't be the truth. He not an idiot. It won't work. It is vain to stay alive and take more torment for nothing..for some given time for vain.

- Kill me. - my voice calm, quiet. I accepted my fate.

- It won't go that easy. What shall I do to get your secrets? Kill you? No. What about Jayce? We found him in your laboratory. Are you in love with he? He was naked when we find him in your laboratory in YOUR cloth. What if I bring him here and kill him...slowly...in...front...of you.

I laughed out hard. It was the most ridiculous idea of this situation.

Singed lost the remain of his patience and silenced me by a stab on the middle of my chest - does not touch my lungs.

Dark red, almost black blood seek out next of the knife blade.

- Do you have a heart, Viktor? - he flicked the knife - if it is an iron one, I can learn your secrets. If it not, I will be disappointed. I will cut you into pieces. Enjoy.

I was clearly able to follow the way of the knife in my chest at the mirror. Eyes went wider.

Singed does not have a heart.

My eyes rolled up when the knife tip reached the rib bones, scraped it soundless, but not feelingless. My fingers twitching weakly. I can't turn my head. Blood cover the view from me, but Singed clean it accurately.

I can't remember.

I just watch, but don't see anything.

The knife continue his way up to my neck.

Singed cut a pipe here, more blood flows out roughly.

- Last chance.

His voice quiet.

My heartbeat scream to my ears.

A minute of silence.

He grab me roughly and lift me up from the table.

My spine feeling like to break.

He touches one of my artifical vertebra with an iron stick.

Electric shock.

An another one.

And an another one.

Finally he let my body lay on the three stick.

Water flows weakly on my skin.

Then the electric shock get on stronger than before.