Warning: This chapter is slightly evil, almost reminiscent of when Rhys first got to the Volturi headquarters near the end of the last fic.

Chapter 10

Volturi

Mathieu: -pulling straps across Rhys' ankles- Felix's methods of agitating you were rather...unorthodox. This machine will do all the work for me, rather than having to injure you.

Rhys: .......will it hurt? -kinda nervous-

Mathieu: -pulls final strap- Yes. You will experience copious amounts of pain.

Rhys: .............................................-whimpers- -sighs- Let's just get it over with...........

Mathieu: Are you sure you want to go through with this?

Rhys: -nods- If it turns out I'm not a shape shifter, and can still live and be with you, it'll be worth it. -bites his lip-

Mathieu: -mentally cringes- Okay......-walks over to a control panel- -large....thing...descends from ceiling-

Rhys: -closes his eyes as if it'll make it hurt less-

Mathieu: -the "thing" has many arms, each with a different tool. Scissors, drills, fists, various knives, swords. Basically the Volturi torture-o-matic 5000- -presses a few buttons, and the machine hums to life- Don't worry, Rhys. We have medical techs standing by.

Rhys: -just nods, keeping his eyes squeezed shut-

Mathieu: -presses the "scalpel" button- Remember, Rhys. Focus on turning into something else. Anything else. (Can you tell I'm stalling?)

Rhys: And if I do, I won't get hurt? (Nooo, really?! -sarcasm-)

Mathieu: You will completely heal.

Rhys: -nods- Okay.....-eyes still closed, starts concentrating-

Mathieu: -grabs joystick- (NOT WHAT YOU'RE THINKING.) -tilts the stick forwards, dipping the scalpel to just above Rhys' skin-

Rhys: -shudders a bit and keeps concentrating- (lol)

Mathieu: (NOT FUNNY) -leans the stick forward, slicing into Rhys' skin. The blade travels down the length of his arm, leaving a thin trail of blood- (The real pain hasn't started yet. Don't react too much.)

Rhys: -jumps a bit, sharp intake of breath-

Mathieu: (How can he jump? He's strapped to a table. XD) -lifts scalpel- -lowers a bottle of vinegar- (OOOOUCH! This is gonna hurt.) -pours all over fresh wound- -lowers a rather evil looking meat cleaver- (Go ahead and plead for mercy if you want. It makes Rhys seem helpless/victimized here. You don't have to, simply making a suggestion.)

Rhys: (-eyeroll- You know what I meant.) -bites the insides of his cheeks to keep from screaming out- -eyes fill with tears- -concentrates harder than before-

Mathieu: (Suuuuuuuuure. -pokes-) -brings the cleaver down, burying it into his injured arm-

Rhys: -whimpers quietly, trying not to show his pain- -focuses on the image of the animal he wants to turn into-

Mathieu: (GASP. YOU WOULDN'T!) -leaves the cleaver in his arm, brings down a pair of heated scissors-

Rhys: (Oh, wouldn't I?) -shuddering, keeping his eyes shut- (I'm actually debating between two different animals........hmmm......)

Mathieu: (Lemme guess. Wolf and....something else.) -lowers scissors to ears, opens them, cuts off right ear, hearing the heated metal burn the flesh-

Rhys: (Actually, I didn't even think of a wolf.) -screams loudly, trying to squirm around- -eyes fly open-

Mathieu: (THEN WHAT ARE YOU THINKING OF?) (And you can shift soon.) -cringes- -drives scissors into stomach-

Rhys: -suddenly changes into a red fox with white on his belly & the tips of his paws and tail- -whimpers, staring at Mathieu-

Mathieu: -shuts off machine- .....................................................................................-claps-