Chapter 11

*Warning Number 2: I'm sorry – this had to be done. Not only for Dan's sake, but for the Vespers sanity–

Amy: Vespers don't have sanity.

BW4L12: I'm trying to be serious! Shut up! *clears throat* any of the weak stomachs or dentist fraidey cats, please, skip this chapter. And, again, I'm sorry that this type of torture had to happen to our little buddy, Daniel Arthur Cahill. Thank you. And just remember that I warned you.

Dan was not in a good mood when he woke up. One, he was tied to a surf board, and a tiny one that made him look like a midget at that. Two, he had been kidnapped, of all people, by that stupid, no good, ginger that was his sisters ex-boyfriend!

But that girl was there – the one with the pretty blonde hair, and the dazzling blue eyes, and…

Oh, my Percy! Dan! You're rambling about how your kidnapper is hot! Dan told himself. Shut it! She's the Evan Idiot's sister!

She had the knife at his throat when he woke up, and he let out an undignified scream. The whole quad of Vespers laughed at him as they pulled into a driveway. Dan's whole body ached, but his mind was going ninety-to-nothing. Where were they taking him? What was Amy thinking? When did he get to kill Evan?

They car stopped and soon Casper and Evan were opening the back to carry him in. Casper cut his ropes that bound him to the surf board, grabbed his collar, and slammed him on the gravel ground. Dan winced and rolled on his back and tried to sit up when he saw he was staring down the barrel of a pistol.

"Now, Dan, you do this our way, or you die," Casper said, a little too cheerily. "Understood?"

Dan nodded and Evan pulled him up by his arm, dragging him towards this log cabin with the other three at in front, behind, or on the other side of him. The girl was behind him, but he could feel the coldness of that knife barely a centimeter away from his back. He never thought Evan would be a Vesper, until he saw the long knife with the jagged edges in his right hand. Casper, who was on his other side, had a gun pointed on his rib cage aiming at his heart. One false move, and its RIP Daniel Arthur Cahill, whose body was never recovered.

"I never expected Evan, of all people, to be a Vesper," Dan muttered, not even realizing he actually said that.

Evan grabbed his neck, slammed him against the log cabin, held him up by his throat, and had the knife pointed at his heart in a matter of a second. "What did you say?" he growled, putting more pressure on Dan's neck than Dan thought Evan had in him.

Dan couldn't breath. He choked, sputtered, and coughed, his face turning blue and feeling faint, until the girl pulled Evan arm away from his throat and he crumpled to the ground, coughing and gasping while rubbing his throat.

"We can't get anything out of him if you kill him, genius," the girl spat. "And that thing in his mouth will still be on."

If Dan was a dog, his ears would've perked up. The tracking device – they had searched him for tracking devices and stuff. They thought… it was still on. And Vespers loved to inflict pain. So the only way to get it off of his tooth was to…

"Wait," Dan choked. Evan kicked him in the ribs as hard as he could, causing Dan to slam into the wall, groaning in pain.

"Get up," Evan growled, snatching him up by his collar.

"He's back!" Casper said, giving Evan a high-five.

Evan dragged Dan inside, where a white headed man in a lab coat and bunny slippers was fiddling with something with his back turned to them, humming the Psych theme song. Cheyenne cleared her throat and the man jumped backwards, yelling "SHAZAM!" while he pointed a lazar pointer at them.

"Oh," he said, turning off the lazar pointer, "hello, Miss Wyoming. Hello, whoever the rest of you are. Need any new guns or any tracking devices, bugs…?"

"No," Cheyenne said.

"Then what do you want?" he snapped, a little annoyed that they weren't going to buy anything from him.

"You know that special tool you've been wanting, but Vesper One refuses to spend that much money on that?" Cheyenne bribed.

"Yes," Vesper Four said, suddenly a little more interested. "Why do you ask?"

"We have that in the back of our SUV," Casper said. "It's all yours for a little favor."

Four against one, the odds weren't looking to well for the scientist. He seemed to notice that too, but the youngest (Evan and the girl) seemed to worry him the most. The girl smiled at him, slowly making her way over to some of his machines.

"These are pretty nice, although, I've seen better," she noted, slowly, but surely, making her way towards the scientist. "You will, do us this favor, right?"

Dan had a feeling if the scientist didn't cooperate, this wasn't going to end on good terms. The scientist must've known that, too, buy the way he suddenly started wringing his hands and the sweat building on his brow.

"Ok," the scientist said, blocking out all nervousness in his mind. "I'll do it – what is it?"

Evan threw Dan to the floor again, just for amusement. "We need you to pull a tooth," Evan said. "It has a tracking device in it, and, well, we want to make sure that it's off. I really don't trust men in bunny slippers."

Dan gulped and sat up, but Evan kicked him down again and the girl stepped on his hand, causing him to yelp in pain. If she wouldn't have been in combat boots, he could've pulled her foot out from underneath her and possibly, with a sliver of hope, could've made it out alive, even though he had the feeling that she would've loved to kill him at any given moment.

Vesper Four nodded and the girl put one last stomp of pressure before moving her foot so Casper could get him.

What have I gotten myself into? Dan thought.


They strapped him to a chair that looked like it used to be the electrical chair from a prison. Dan noticed it wasn't plugged in, but he still didn't want to go. They hooked the bars around his wrists, ankles, and chest and the scientist rolled in this tray with sharp objects.

"Seriously?" Dan panicked. "Evan, buddy, come on!"

Evan pulled the bars tighter around his chest. "I'm not you're buddy!"

Vesper Four picked up a thing that was scary looking, but Dan didn't know at the time it was a tooth key. It had a corkscrew like handle with a curved hook that scared Dan. He told Dan to open up, but with the barrel of Casper's loaded gun in front of him, Dan obeyed. The Vesper put the tooth key on the tooth with the tracking device and wiggled, causing the tooth to move very painfully. Dan gripped the armrest.

Soon, the tooth was very wiggly, and Dan has tasted a lot of blood. Then, he pulled and Dan yelped. There had been no novacane shots, no numbing gel, and no "Don't look at it, Sweetie". Dan felt like they ripped his gum out.

The girl stepped up, and then did the thing Dan didn't expect her to do – she slapped him across the face on the side the tooth was on. Dan screamed and pulled at the bars so he could hold his face.

She turned around and nodded. "It's out."

Dan felt like the left side of his face was a balloon that had needles sticking all in it, but it wasn't popping. The girl began unlatching the bars, pulling them tighter and then letting him go. Once she undid his ankles, she shoved him to the floor face first, and his cheek hit, causing him to scream in pain again.

Evan smirked. "Well, thank you, Doctor, but we'll be going now."

"Wait," the scientist said. "What about my tool?"

"We'll have it delivered," Cheyenne said.

"You said you had it in your car," the scientist growled.

"We lied," the girl said. "It's at our home where we're taking Dan, here. We'll ship it. Thank you, though."

"But–"

"She said we'd ship it," Casper growled. He was much more intimidating than Evan, but Evan seemed quicker than Casper. "Did you not hear her, old man?"

Vesper Four pursed his lips, and then nodded. "Fine, but I'll hold you to your word, Miss Wyoming. You're already on thin ice with Vesper 1."

Cheyenne smirked and took a step towards him. "Actually, I think you are. You stopped being Vesper Four, so you put pressure on him, to get a new one ASAP."

Dan gulped. This wasn't going to end well for the Scientist.

"What are you talking about?" the old man asked, reaching towards his pocket.

Cheyenne made one swift movement, and the Vespers with the lab coats eyes got huge. He dropped to his knees and Cheyenne moved to reveal a knife sticking out of his heart. She pulled it out and looked at Dan.

"That's what will happen to you if you don't cooperate," she said, looking Dan in the eyes. "Understood?"

Dan nodded, scared.

"Casper, Evan, go dump his body somewhere; Emily, take Dan to the car," she ordered. "I have business to take care of."