Authors Note: Picking right back up to where we left off! The story continues!
WARNING: Some "suggestive" girl/boy themes up in this chap…it's not Rated M so don't flip down the stairs or anything…sheeesh…babies.
If you want to skip it- which I don't suggest you do –I will put starting and ending * where you can stop and continue reading again. Ya whiners…
BIGGER WARNING: Violence in the end of the chapter! You have been warned!
Present.
He woke up to the beeping of the all too familiar code being typed in and the door being slid open, this time the person didn't wait for it to slide all the way. They forced it open and slammed it shut. His eye wasn't open but he was fully awake and aware, he was awake the whole time actually. He just liked the darkness of his eyelid; it wasn't much because the light shone through the skin and made it look dim. At least it was darker than this bright room he was in. The lights were never shut off and as you've read before, the color white always caused him terrible pain to look at. He wished he hadn't disclosed that information to Rodney years ago, he would never wish that he had never had anything to do with the man. The truth was if he hadn't met the madman then he wouldn't have Platyborg and he'd go to any extent for the little machine…any extent.
"Today is a very special day Doofenshmirtz, do you know why?"
"Is it my birthday?" He mused.
Something hard like steel hit him full force in the ribs, he heard and felt the dreadful sound of a crack. He heard that mixed with his own cry of pain, echo off the walls. His eye opened immediately.
"Today is the day you are going to personally, tell me where you've hidden the remaining Pizzazium Infinionite."
"First of all, OUCH! You maniac! I think you broke my ribs!" Doofenshmirtz scowled, wincing and he stopped trying to move to a less painful position altogether. "And second! You can torture me all you want! I won't tell you anything!"
"…Are you sure about that?"
"You can't make me talk! I don't see why you just can't kill me already?! Isn't that an easier way out of having to deal with me? I don't get why you keep me locked up in here! Okay to torture me and get information maybe…but other than that I don't know!"
"Good deducting, that's exactly why I keep you here."
"I knew it!"
"I may not be able to make you talk, but I know someone who can…" Rodney grinned.
"You can get Platyborg to torture me all you want too! I still won't tell you anything! I know what you want the Pizzazium for and I'll never tell anyone where it is! Especially not you of all people, if that stuff falls into the wrong hands the entire planet may as well blow up!"
"It was already in the wrong hands. Are yours any cleaner than mine? Keep in mind you're evil too Doofenshmirtz, at least you used to be before that thing came along anyways. I don't understand why you choose to deal with it when you can just snip a few wires and be done with it once and for all! It's lucky I could recalibrate its brain patterns or else I would have been rid of it months ago, although the thing is a powerful weapon. You're both lucky you're not dead I suppose."
"He's not a thing, Rodney!And I'd prefer it if you didn't speak badly about him. That's my kid you're talking about!"
"Oh pearls before swine! That thing is not a child! It's a walking artillery with a very small brain. I don't even think it quarterly understands what it's fully capable of!"
"He doesn't need to know! Also, about your earlier statement about being lucky, I don't exactly see how lucky I am right now. I've been confined to this bed for I don't even know how long!"
"You keep attempting to get an idea of how long you've been here. Why?"
"Well, I kind of want to know. Wouldn't you want to know how long you've been laying around for when the city is probably in shambles because an old enemy took over?"
"I must say I'm a little disappointed that you consider me a foe. We used to be such great friends, where did it all go? Oh right I forgot. It all went away when that thing awoke on the lab table-"
"Just shut up! I'd rather be physically tortured than verbally! If you're going to get Platyborg to torment me then go ahead already and get it over with! I haven't even seen him since he passed out on the floor, I don't even care that he has a whole bunch of painful devices that could possibly kill me! I just want to see him!"
"I'm not getting the cyborg to torture you. Why should I give you the satisfaction of seeing him? It'll make you happy and that's a big 'no no' on my list of evil things to do this week."
"I can already tell brushing your teeth isn't on that list of yours…" Alt. Doof muttered to himself, but clearly not quiet enough. Whether he cared if his captor heard him or not was a true guessing game.
"You're going to pay for that little statement. –but not by my hand, oh no…the hand that will be causing you both physical and emotional pain will be much smaller and maybe even much gentler. Lucky you…"
"And just who are you sending in to do this? One of those lanky robots of yours?"
"No." He glared at the insult to his obviously incredible building skills "The person I'm sending in to do this can torture you in many different and eviler ways that the animal can't, more painful too."
Alt. Doof looked confused "What's more painful than a mace?"
"Tension."
"Tension? What does tension have anything to do with torture?"
"You will soon find out…once the torturer arrives, you will become the torturee. I guarantee you'll be talking in no time." The new dictator began leaving the brightly lit room.
Doof glared and chimed after him "I wouldn't be too sure about that!"
"I already am." The man chimed back and was gone as the door slid shut.
Doofenshmirtz didn't really understand and thought of everyone he knew that fit Rodney's description, his mind came up blank. Who was it?
A few hours later the door slid aside and a woman wearing a purple dress with brownish hair in a weird up-do walked into the room. Her heels click clacked on the tiled floor. Evil Girl smiled down at him and Doof finally understood what the hell Rodney was talking about earlier when he said 'tension'. Him and this girl had a certain kind of tension, they were in a on and off relationship. Last time he checked, they were off. At least if that was if he remembered correctly. They wouldn't call each other the 'B' word and 'G' word though. It was really more of a fling…
"You, huh?" He laughed.
"You seem surprised."
"Not really." Alt. Doof shrugged the best he could with his arms restrained "You'd do anything for self-gain."
"Are you trying to imply something here…?"
"Who me? …No! Of course not!"
She scoffed and walked further into the room, pulling up a chair to sit down by his side. "So? How's life going for you?"
"Pretty good."
"Somehow I doubt that."
"Hey, just because I'm restrained to a hospital bed doesn't mean anything! I am perfectly, one hundred percent fine!"
"Yeah." Evil Girl cupped his face to run a finger down the healing cut on his left cheek. "Because that cut on your face is the spokes image for healthy."
"It's healing…" Heinz defended.
"It is, actually." She examined it and then pulled up his shirt to reveal many red spots and scratches. "Those mace marks are healing well too."
"Someone knows her weapons."
"Indeed I do." She told him and continued looking him over for more injuries, she was now pressing against his ribs to feel them.
He flinched and watched her "I thought you were supposed to be torturing me, not playing doctor." Doofenshmirtz then grinned evilly "Unless you want to play doctor…- OW!"
The girl brought her hand back to her side and away from his face where a red hand print was visible, the imprint slowly disappearing. Then she remembered something "Oh that's right, the last time we saw each other it was on."
He stared blankly "I thought it was off."
"Oh no, it was on alright."
"Are you trying to suggest something?"
"Watch it. I'll smack you again."
The former dictator scoffed "Like I've never been smacked before! You don't even hit that hard for a girl."
"I may not be able to hit but I sure can kick…"
He looked confused for a moment "Wait…"
She accepted the challenge and lifted her leg over the bed, about to bring it down…
"No! No! No! No! That's not necessary! I'm surprised Rodney hasn't done it yet!"
"Will it make you talk?" She lowered her foot so it gently rested on the mattress next to his leg.
"If I get hit there I'd turn into a soprano and you won't be hearing much of anything by that point."
She burst into a fit of laughter and couldn't stop.
"…Does this mean you're going to move your foot?"
"Nope." Her foot was lifted and brought down as hard as possible.
Doofenshmirtz squeaked and a feeling of nausea crashed through his stomach. Tears welled up in his eye and his voice was way higher than it would normally be. "Why do they always go for there?" He whimpered.
Evil Girl just laughed.
"Don't be such a baby!"
Doofenshmirtz finally got his voice back to his normal tone- well almost; it was still a slight bit higher and more pained than usual. "You can't just do that to someone you know!"
"Don't tell me you've never been kicked before! What, was this your first time?" She cooed the last part in a baby voice.
"I don't have to answer that! I have rights you know! And I have the right not to be kicked in the-"
"Alright! Alright! You whiner! I'll make you feel much better." Evil Girl purred and leaned over him, sealing him with a long kiss.
*He was surprised, but soon closed his eye after she closed hers and got more into it. She picked her feet off the ground and was now on top of him. Her hand trailed down from his cheek all the way to his chest where she kept it there. The touch alone made him ecstatic.
If someone would have told him that he'd be cuffed to a bed in Rodney's building, making out with this girl he was so fond of…he probably would have had the person imprisoned and brought into questioning, tortured until they answered the question. 'Are you like a time traveler or something?'
She ran her fingers through his cocoa brown hair and he wished he could do the same with hers. He couldn't do much of anything at all except lay back and watch her break off the kiss, lovingly kissing all over his forehead and face. Why did he ever think they were off in the first place? Why did he ever call it off in the past to begin with? He wouldn't say he loved her right now but- okay maybe that was the reason they called it off most of those times. He wasn't really sure how strongly he felt about her. They bickered and argued like an old married couple, taunting and making fun of each other but…he just couldn't find a word to describe how he felt for her or what they had. A mutual fondness maybe?
Evil Girl didn't take it any further than just kissing above his shoulders, she could tell he was somewhat enjoying the feeling of being admired. He was egotistical after all. All eyes on the mighty dictator. She'd say she loved him but they were in a constant feud about who should say it first and she figured, why ruin the moment?
*She stopped her affections and rested her head on his chest, with a contented sigh. They laid in silence on the hospital bed, him because he was attached to it and her because she just wanted to lay with him. Listening to his heart beating and breathing was enough to tell her that he was alive, the silence he was giving wasn't because he unexpectedly died all of a sudden.
"Won't the mighty dictator be upset that his girl's messing around with a former dictator?" Doofenshmirtz mused.
"Mad maybe." She shrugged her shoulders "I'm supposed to be torturing you and causing you anguish right now…you're not even screaming, what a shame."
"Yeah it's too bad I'm not a screamer."
"Oh shut up! We didn't go far and you know it!"
"I say otherwise…"
"I was kissing you!"
"Is that what the kids call it these days?"
"You're unbelievable Heinz Doofenshmirtz!And to answer your earlier statement, no. You're the only dictator of any kind that I mess with. I'm not Roddenstein's 'girl'."
"Well that's a relief…"
"Why so relieved?"
"It means I'm not sharing the same boat with the guy. I don't even want to think about when the last time he washed his hands was…"
She laughed "So are you going to give me any information to hand feed to the new mighty dictator?"
"I'm afraid my lips are seal at the moment."
"They weren't sealed two minutes ago."
"Well what do you expect? I used to hold the title of mighty dictator and now I don't. I need to feel powerful sometimes, it makes me feel better about myself. I mean I'm restrained to a bed under a girl…that's not all high and mighty if you ask me…"
"I'm not just any girl you know…"
"Oh, I know. You're a tire-spinning, gear-grinding, clutch-burning', back-firing, paint-trading, red-lining, over-heating, throttle-stomping truck-drivin' girl."
Evil Girl smirked "…Is that what they call it these days?"
They both laughed, it died off and she frowned "What does that even mean?"
Alt. Doof shrugged "It means you're tough, you don't act like a girl. You're dominant; you act more like a guy…no wait! Not like a guy-! I mean-!"
"It's fine…" She calmed him and shrugged "I'm not average…but you're so cute when you stutter…"
"I don't do it often so don't get used to it."
More silence…
"So you're really not going to give me any information to give Roddenstein? None at all?"
"No dice."
"You could tell me something so it doesn't look like I failed at my job."
"Or I could tell you nothing…that'd be good too…"
"That's okay, I don't really want to tell him what you say anyways."
"Riiiiight…"
"No really. I just wanted to see you, I knew you weren't dead. Everyone else seems to think so…"
He tilted his head "Everyone else, who exactly?"
"Mostly the towns people…there are no more 'Wanted' broadcasts for you or your cyborg so I suppose they all assumed that you were captured, and with the metallic mammal patrolling everything a million times harder than you ever made him do…assuming is the only thing anyone can do these days…"
"How-…how's it like? The Tri State Area I mean…"
"Not very good I'm afraid. Everything is in shambles…"
"I knew it!"
She looked at him weird.
"Sorry…continue…" Doof nodded at her to press on and she did.
"The city's a wreck, robots everywhere, people nowhere in sight, buildings and structures abandoned…kind of like that week you took over." The woman smiled, jokingly but then got all serious. "Except it's like that week keeps continuing, over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over…"
Doofenshmirtz let her continue and his thoughts wandered. He felt guilty…not about taking over the first time though. He had no choice but to do that or else Rodney would have taken over a long time ago. He was guilty that he wasn't able to stop his old lab partner the second time around. As for that first week of being in charge…he didn't really want to talk about it. If it's any consolation, he thought he made a GREAT dictator…
"-and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again…"
"Alright, I think I get the picture…"
"Maybe you can get out of here."
"I doubt it…" The man ridiculed "The only way I'll ever get out of here is if it's on an autopsy table or in a body bag…"
"We can leave. We can leave the Tri State Area and live together somewhere where Rodney can't find you…we can be together…"
He studied her, she sort of looked like she was about to cry but he couldn't tell if she was faking or not. The girl was good when it came to deceiving and gaining pity but for some reason…this performance looked real and he knew he had to answer her. It wasn't going to be what she wanted to hear…
"I…I can't."
"Why can't you? You're not doing anything more important just lying here!"
"I am actually…I'm…protecting someone…by staying here…"
"And just who might this person be? She's prettier than me isn't she?!"
"He's not a girl…"
The girl took in a sharp intake of breath "I swear…if this is about that stupid animal again…"
"It is…" He admitted "Sorry?"
"Sorry? Sorry doesn't even begin to make up for how much you throw away for that stupid machine! You throw away opportunities, friends, family, even me for that thing! We had to sneak in to your room because the thing was sleeping and for some reason, when we woke up it was curled up next to you! You made me sneak out at 8AM so it wouldn't wake up and see me! I am not a morning person Heinz! You know that, yet you kick me out anyways! If you had to choose between your life and that thing, there is no doubt in my mind that you'd pick that walking computer's life over your own!"
"Your right, I have given up a lot for him but you know what? I'm okay with it! I'm sorry that I put him before everything else in my life! Maybe even my own daughter, I don't know! I just- I can't explain it...I'm sorry your last on the list of my things to do! (And I mean that in an appropriate way…)" Doofenshmirtz sighed "I don't have-"
"I know. You don't have room for a relationship on your list of important things to do…I've heard it a million different times in a million different ways by a million different guys and not one of them even-"
"That wasn't what I was going to say."
"Then what? I'd like to see your version of this speech I always seem to get in my life!"
"I was going to say that…I don't have a doubt in my mind of how I feel about you…"
She stared "What?"
"I like you, maybe even…I won't say it now but- *sigh* I like you. I just can't act on that right now and…I need to work some other things out first before I act on that feeling. I'm sorry if I led you on in any way, but I do like you and-" He was silence by a small peck on his lips.
The girl pulled back "I understand and like I've said one hundred times before to you…I'll wait as long as it takes, even long after this is all over…"
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
They turned to the door, it wasn't open and Rodney's grim voice called through the entry "It doesn't sound like there's pain going on in there! I heard a girly shriek in there before but I didn't hear Doofenshmirtz again after that."
Alt. Doof narrowed his eye while the man continued complaining about the lack of screaming that was being heard, he was just about to shout an angry reply when a small fist punched him in the ribs and made him actually shout out a shriek of agony. Roddenstein provided his appreciations and strolled away from behind the door.
The former dictator waited until the man was gone to yell at her "WHAT was that for?!"
"He was getting suspicious on why you weren't crying, I had to do something or else he'd find out I wasn't really torturing you! That's what I was sent here to do you know! Or did you forget that detail?"
"How did he even get you here anyways? What did you even agree to?"
"He summoned me, thinking I was an old ex and he asked if I wanted revenge on you. I played dumb, saying I thought you were dead (like the rest of the town does) and he spilled the beans that you were still alive and being held prisoner. You know if you play your cards right that man will reveal countless amounts of information to you. You should learn to be more polite, maybe you could get some info on his future plans or something."
"I'm sure that being polite to that maniac wasn't what got him to open up to you, he was probably just imagining you naked while you were talking to him."
"Anyways…he asked if I wanted some revenge and I agreed. I pretended to be a vengeful and merciless ex-girlfriend that would stoop to any level to get even with you for breaking my heart, and here I am." Evil Girl shrugged "So back to my earlier question, are you going to come with me or not?"
"I told you I can't."
"So you're plan is to just stay here until you die?"
"I don't know! I don't have a plan! I'm still thinking…"
"Don't think, just do."
"But I have to think of what I'm going to do, don't I?!"
"Look. I'm not going to make you come with me. If you want to stay here playing prisoner then I can't stop you-"
"Look I-"
"Let me finish." She held a hand to silence him "Like I said, I can't stop you…but if you do get out of here then I want to be the first one you contact. You don't have to promise to run away with me or anything, you don't even have to do that at all. I just want to know that you're alive and well, got that?"
He nodded and she left, but not before giving him one last kiss on the cheek and murmuring a large demand to him in two words. A demand that at this point he didn't know if he'd be able to follow or not.
"Don't die…"
Lost in his own thoughts and thinking hard, he stared up at the white ceiling. He thought about everything and everyone, Carl, Vanessa, that banshee screaming girl from his dimension, even those two boys, the 1st dimension counterparts of all of them, his own counterpart and last but not least himself. He didn't think about Platyborg since he already had an idea of what the thing was doing…or did he? He hadn't seen the little cyborg since it passed out on the floor just a few feet away from him. Now he was getting a tiny bit worried. Was he okay? Did Rodney fix him or just give up and shut him down for good?
Yet again the door was slid open- it was getting annoying- and the new dictator stormed in, setting a medium sized device on a table in the room. He didn't acknowledge him and just started setting it up or working on it or something.
Doofenshmirtz coughed to get his attention but the man didn't bother to turn around, accompanied by an eye roll he asked "What are you-"
"I was thinking-" Roddenstein cut him off completely like Doof didn't even speak at all "-about the future."
"The…future?"
"Yes, I was thinking about the future of everything and everyone. Myself, the Tri State Area, how I'm going to live out the rest of my years as supreme rule…but then…something less important came to mind that I just couldn't ignore."
"That eventually someone is going to take you down?"
"No. I started thinking about you and how you will fit into my future."
"Your future?"
"There's only one problem…" The bald man turned around with a gun cocked "You don't."
Alt. Doof became panicked at the sight of the weapon being pointed at him "Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah…Woah! Let's talk about this or something!"
"Calm down Heinz, I'm not going to shoot you."
"Then why are you still pointing that gun at me?!"
Rodney dropped the gun to the floor, intentionally not picking it up and showing that he wasn't going to use it. Doof was slightly relieved at this. Slightly.
"I started thinking about your future and what I want for you."
"I appreciate the thoughts…I guess…but I think I'm fine."
"You're right, you are fine and that's the exact opposite of what I want. I've been torturing you on a regular basis so you'd be in pain but I haven't even scratched the surface of true suffering for you. I haven't cut deep enough, I haven't crushed your will and spirit to go on. While I was thinking I finally figured out a way that's fully effective." The man picked up the device and roughly put it on Doof's head.
"What's this?"
"Surely you'd be able to recognize one of your old inventions. It's the De-volitionator, not to be confused with the 'De-evolutionator'".
He was afraid of that "What…uh…what…?" Doofenshmirtz stammered.
"Here, let me turn that on for you."
The remote control was brought out and turned on, he no longer had control of his own body.
"Why don't we get out of bed now?" Rodney smirked and worked the controls, forcing Alt. Doof to struggle and pull against his restraints.
The shackles dug against his wrists, maybe even cutting into them as he was forced to pull harder. The same was for his ankles and with another powerful pull they snapped open, allowing him to sit up. In another second he was standing up to his full height. He hated not being in control of his own body. He was no one's puppet! His feet moved one after the other until he was standing next to the metal table in the bright room, under the lights. His hand picked up a hammer and held it up, that was when his body froze. He wasn't able to move of his own will, all he could do was stand there with the hammer raised. The only thing he could move was his eye and it darted behind him to stare at the one in control.
Roddenstein explained his plan more "I want you to suffer on the inside as well as the out and seeing as I have no one to hold against you or anything else you care about, I can't do that…until now. I can't believe I never thought of this before, it was so obvious and so brilliant. I can't thank myself enough for thinking of it. In order to get to you I have to take away something you love…but I'm not going to take this thing away from you."
Doofenshmirtz would have shuddered at the next two words that came out of the man's mouth, if he could.
"You are."
His hand was placed flat on the metal table and for a split second he was confused. The seconds and long moments after that was spent in unimaginable pain as he brought the hammer down on his own hand- all against his will…
The tool was slammed down again and again and again and again, harder each time. Bones. Shattering. White Pain. His scream echoed off the walls. The deed was done and he gained control of his body, sliding to his knees until he was finally on the floor. Alt. Doof felt as if he would pass out from it all. Rodney had done it. Taken away a part of him that could never be returned.
He'd never be able to build anything ever again…
To Be Continued.
A/N: I feel terrible. R&R! Because none of you seem to be doing it…
Poor Doof T.T
Comments? Concerns? Ideas?
~Natty