Taken Hostage
A few nights later, spring break sadly ended. We went back to the academy as usual, my day went as usual, and nothing really happened.
Until now.
I was asleep one night, when I suddenly woke up. I don't know why, but I just did. I tried everything to go back to sleep, but nothing worked. I eventually gave up, and decided to walk off the possible excess energy that was keeping my up. I put on the clothes I wore that day, and headed outside. I walked for a good ten minutes, then she showed up again.
"Jesus Christ, how many times do I have to fucking kill you?" I said, wheeling around to face Medusa.
"Oh, I'm not here to fight. I'm here to bring you with me." She said, a cat-like grin crossing her face.
"What? I'm not going with you." I said, raising my fists, prepared to attack.
"Oh, on the contrary. You see, I put one of my snakes into your precious Maka, and if you don't follow my orders, no good will come from it." She explained, laughing a little.
"How am I supposed to believe you?" I asked, expecting this to be another one of her tricks.
"Here. I'll give a demonstration." She said, and then shoved her hand into my mouth. I then felt something appear out of her hand, and then I felt it slither down my throat.
"What the hell was that?" I yelled when she removed her hand from my mouth.
"That was one of my snakes. Now, if you disobey me, your poor little Maka will feel this." She said, raising her hand up.
I felt a huge stabbing-like pain go through my body and fell to my knee in pain.
"And if you dare try to plot against me, this happens." She said, grinning, raising her hand more.
I then felt my stomach explode, my guts going everywhere.
"You…you bitch…" I strained to say, focusing on healing myself.
"That's a cute little trick. Too bad it won't work if someone's cut in half." She said after I healed myself.
"Now come with me, or Maka pays the price." She threatened, a broom swooping down in front of her.
"Fine. You really are a fucking piece of shit though…" I started, but she stopped me.
"No more bad-mouthing me either, or you know what." She threatened.
"Fine." I said, climbing onto the broomstick.
We flew for about an hour before I started to get tired. I summoned a bit of the black wall around my crotch, and attached it to the inside of my thighs and to the stick itself, and fell asleep.
When I woke up, I was on a somewhat comfortable bed inside a dimly-lit cell. I went over to the bars around me, and grabbed one of them. I thought it was a dream
When my fists stopped where the bars were, I knew this wasn't a dream.
"What the hell…?" I trailed off, forgetting last night's events. Then it all came rushing back to me.
"Goddamit!" I yelled, punching the one wall side. I then realized I would probably be staying here for a long time, so I became acquainted to it. It was small, about 6x6, had the medium sized bed, a desk with a lamp, and a dresser. When I opened the dresser, there were some t-shirts and a couple of pairs of jeans. I looked at myself, and I was wearing the clothes I had on last night. I then remembered I put my iPod in my pocket last night before I went out. I pulled it out, put in the buds, sat on the bed, closed my eyes, and listened to some of the stuff I had.
"I Will Not Bow" by Breaking Benjamin was on when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I opened my eyes and Medusa was looking at me. She was wearing a long white dress coat, and her hair was in its natural, sinister way.
"What." I said, pulling out my ear bud.
"It's time for the experiment." She said.
"What experiment? I don't remember signing any papers." I joking, laughing to myself.
"The papers you signed were the ones about Maka dying if you disobeyed me. Now go." She said, pushing me out of the cell. I followed her for about 2 minutes through winding corridors until we reached a room with an operating bed in the middle, some shelves on one wall, a desk on another and a mirror in the back.
"Take your shirt off and lie down." She said, going over to the desk. I took my shirt off and lied down.
She came over with a scalpel, shaved a bit of my skin off, put the skin in a zipper bag, and instructed me to get back up.
As I was putting my shirt on, I asked "What the hell was that for?"
"It is none of your business." She said, walking over to the desk again.
"I swear, if you're spawning little mutant babies or something, I'm not paying child support." I said, chuckling to myself.
"I said it was none of your business. Now move." She said, walking out the door. We walked back to my cell; I put in my iPod again, and took a nap.
I woke up to some more tapping.
"What." I moaned, getting up.
"It's time for dinner." Medusa said, and I got up to follow her. When we were walking to the kitchen, I realized how hungry I was. When we finally climbed out of the dark, I saw a miraculous sight.
It was a regular home. It was your standard 2 story house, except for all of the experimentation rooms in the cellar. When we got to the kitchen, I saw a table for about four, a refrigerator, a sink at the end far from the table, a stove, and a dishwasher.
And then I saw Echuma was there.
He stood up and shouted "What the hell is he doing here?"
"You can say the same for yourself!" I yelled back.
"Boys, boys, settle down. I know there's some history between you, but that's no reason for us not to get along, right?" Medusa said with a sickly sweet voice.
"Fine." We both said, and sat down. For dinner, we had pasta.
It was ok, but Medusa isn't a cook by any means. When everyone finished their plates, Medusa stood up and took them away to wash them. When she left, Echuma asked me a question.
"So, why are you here?" he asked, looking at me.
"Long story short, your mum's a bitch." I said, relaxing back in my chair.
"Why I should...!" he started, raising his fist, but I interrupted him.
"You lay one finger on me, I'll kill you. I'm not having a good day by any means, and sitting here with you is making it worse." I threatened.
"Fine." He said, lowering his fist.
"Good, now I'm going back to my cell." I said, standing up.
"How will you get there without my help?" Medusa called while washing a plate.
"I'm adaptable. I memorize any path I take." I shouted back, walking down the stairs.
"Fine, but don't touch anything, or Maka dies!" she called back after me.
I found my way to the cell, put in my ear buds, and fell asleep. My day's consisted of this, repetitive experiments and meals, and it was horrid. The needles she would stab into me with could be as big as a hose. The meals didn't make up for it at all either. Finally, one day I had enough.
"Don't you have any steaks?" I yelled, standing up from my chair, pissed off about eating nothing but pasta.
"Yes, but we don't have a grill." Medusa said simply, not even acknowledging my outburst.
"Do you have a Bunsen burner of something?" I asked, calming down a little.
"Yes, but it isn't big enough to hold a steak." She said, chewing.
"Do you have a pan of some sort?" I asked, walking towards the stove.
"Of course, but I fail to see where you're going with this." She said.
I opened up the freezer, grabbed 3 steaks, grabbed a pan, and set up the Bunsen burner.
"You'll see soon enough." I said, throwing the steaks onto the pan.
Within a half an hour, they were ready.
I handed out a plate to everyone, and sat down. I cut a piece off, and put it in my mouth. As I chewed down, the explosion of flavor came forth like a tidal wave.
"Thank god, meat!" I said after swallowing the piece.
"You really need to learn to cook more than just pasta." I called after finishing my steak, and then walked down stairs to my cell.
One day, I got an idea to write a poem, since I was bored. I saw Medusa was sitting at the desk outside of my cell. "Hey, can I have a pen and a piece of paper?" I asked, stretching my hand through the opening. "Fine. But don't do anything funny, or Maka gets it." She said, placing a piece of paper and a pen into my outstretched hands. "I know." I said, pulling in the objects. I laid them out of the desk, and began writing. My final product goes like this:
A Boy Who Is Pazzo
A boy with special powers
Driven by a single goal
But within him another being towers
To achieve his powers he must pay a toll
To protect the one he loves
His sanity is ground away
But this priority he holds alone
To him it's worth the price he must pay
But a witch endangered his loved one
Blackmailing him with the loved one's pain
His life no longer has fun
He is forced to do dirty deeds or else the loved ones life will drain.
And now, here I sit
Forced to work with the devil
But Medusa will throw a fit
When I force her down to my level
Chapter 21. Done. Sorry for not updating, I just got a little lazy. Review and PM me with any ideas. Also, I don't suffer from insanity. I enjoy every second of it.