Hello, this is Pastrinator64 with another chapter from THE GLITCH. Last time on THE GLITCH we watched as Herobrine interacted with his wife and daughter, trying to talk to them about his trouble in the Nether. He no longer has the power to rule his empire now that he is stuck in bed with the mysterious migraine. He wondered whether all of his kingdom will sooner or later will break loose into mass destruction. Now we switch over to the President's view and watch as he is interrogated after capture in Berlin, Germany, for information.
Now, let the story commence!
Chapter 37: The Interrogation
I woke up in a dark room. I couldn't move, because my wrists and ankles were bound to a cold metal chair that I was sitting in. My body ached of the previous poison I had been injected with. Suddenly, a bright light appeared in front of me and I closed my eyes so I wouldn't go blind. After a few seconds I opened them again and was able to handle the light a little better. I looked down and suddenly noticed that I was stripped of my clothing except for my boxers. I looked up and suddenly a figure came into view from my left.
It was the Chancellor of Germany, Detlev Kaiser. He was a tall and fit man with a very deep tan. He had many bulging muscles, but most were hidden underneath his fine gray suit. He had shortly trimmed black hair and a moustache like Hitler's. He had a small bit of stubble on his chin as well. Most of the time he was smiling, but usually it was an evil smile like he was always plotting to kill someone. He wore that smile at the moment as he appeared in my view.
"Hello, Clarence Jordanship, President of the United States of America. Welcome to my interrogation hold." he walked around behind me and I scowled.
"What is going on here, Detlev, I thought that we already settled our matters on World War VI, what could you possibly want from me?" I muttered questioningly.
He walked back around so that I could see him.
"Yes, those matters have been settled. I am not here to discuss anything on the topic of that war. I am trying to gain information about this dreadful virus that is spreading across the globe. You are my main source of information."
My scowl grows even more and I'm scowling so hard that my lips crack.
"What makes you think I'm going to tell you anything?" I snapped back at him.
"I have taken the liberty of hiring a torture specialist to help ease the information out of you." he turned in the other direction and shouted, "Viktor!"
A large burly man in a black mask came in with a black jacket containing many instruments of torture.
"I'd like you to meet Viktor Crum. He will be performing your torture today."
Viktor grunted and then pulled out a syringe containing a sickly green liquid from his front jacket pocket. Detlev walked around behind me and then spoke.
"Alright, first question, where exactly was this virus created?"
I didn't speak for a moment. After a few seconds he walked around in front of me and said,
"Well? Have you nothing to say?"
I just stared at him with anger. I was not going to give up info that could destroy my entire life and everyone in it. Detlev frowned and then walked around to my other side.
"Alright then. Viktor..."
Viktor walked forward and I held my breath. I felt the needle jab into my side and I yelled out in pain. Suddenly, the liquid inside entered my blood and I began to feel a mixture of exhaustion and burning heat. He took the needle out and set it on a table in front of me.
"That liquid is called Sanguis Occidere, a very dangerous liquid that can kill your blood cells VERY quickly. If you tell us your information you might actually have a chance of living." he said softly.
I panted for a few seconds, but then managed to get out this,
"I'll... Never... Tell you... Anything!"
He walked around me and said,
"I would hope that you would cooperate to make this less of a pain. I am trying to be nice."
Detlev continued to pace around me in a circle slowly, almost taunting me for my lack of the ability to move.
"Now then, WHERE did this virus come from?" he asked again.
The poison was weakening me, and I decided to try and stall as long as possible to give my men some time to get me out.
"Why... Do you... Need this information?" I muttered, trying to keep a steady breath.
"Well, since I will have to resort to killing you when this interrogation is over anyway I guess I can tell you. I am in need of this information so that I can seek out the source of the virus myself. Once I find whatever the source is I will try to reinforce to create the virus a second time but in a way where I can control it manually by machine. I may sound like I am insane, but I know that with that kind of power anyone who wants to live will elect me as the leader of the country. If I can extend this, I will take over this continent, and then the world. I will be the most powerful man who ever existed and no one will dare come to take me out of office." he explained slowly.
"You are a madman, Detlev." I muttered as a reply.
"Am I? Are you sure you wouldn't like to rethink that?"
Suddenly, Viktor came forward and pulled out a knife. He held it to my throat and slashed it. I screamed out in rage and pain, and I knew that he was going to stretch this torture on until I was so exhausted and in pain that I died. The cut was deep, but not deep enough to kill me, just enough to cause unbearable pain, though.
"You..." I gasped, trying to breathe normally. "You cannot believe that you can contain such a powerful virus as this one with just regular machinery. It eats through the programming of anything it comes across. Even the genetic code of people and animals..."
Suddenly, Detlev's face light up and then he smiled. I realized what I had just done and instantly regretted it.
"Even the genetic code of people and animals, you say? Well, this will be an even BETTER virus to use than I thought. Taking rule of this Earth will be far easier than I expected. And if populations die away in the process, oh well. Heheheheheh!" he laughed.
Suddenly, he stopped laughing and abruptly gestured to Viktor, who moved forward and pressed his knife up against my neck again.
"Now then, I just need ONE thing from you, Clarence... Where did the virus come from?!" he yelled.
I didn't answer. A few seconds later, he waved his hand and Viktor slashed another bloody wound across my neck. I screamed out as the blade pierced through my skin, so painful I almost wanted to give up. Viktor paused, which I figured was a chance to let me answer. I didn't, so I gained another cut. After three more cuts my neck was burning so much and it was fully wounded so that one more slash would kill me.
Detlev's eyes filled with anger at my silence and then he waved his hand at Viktor, shouting,
"Alright, I can't seem to make you talk. I guess we'll have to raise this up one notch!"
Viktor walked towards the table where he had set his needle and cleaned it quickly, then set it back in his jacket pocket. Then, he came forward and unshackled my wrists and ankles. I quickly jumped up and kicked him in the eye—I had practiced martial arts ever since I was five and still did now—as hard as I could. When I fell back down he glared at me with one black eye and then grabbed my arms, pinning them behind my back and making me stand up from the chair.
He guided me over to the table behind the bright lamp. There were shackles there too, and the next thing I knew I was lying flat on the table in my boxers, my wrists and ankles shackled again. Suddenly, Viktor pulled out a long rusty nail from a different pocket and moved to my feet. He held it very close to my sole threateningly, and then Detlev asked his question again.
"So, Clarence, WHERE DID THIS VIRUS COME FROM?!"
It took all my self-discipline to not shout out the location of Professor Explotium's old lab. About five seconds went by, but then Detlev lost his patience and gestured to Viktor. Viktor jerked forward and stabbed the rusty nail through my sole, and I screamed loud enough so that the entire world could've heard it. It was more pain than I had felt in my life.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Finally, Viktor stopped and the nail just stuck there, stabbed two inches into my foot.
I screamed a couple more times and then just grimaced, groaning and panting, trying to stay alive.
"You could end this now, Clarence! You could stop the pain! If you tell me where the virus came from I can stop! But you will experience pain and anguish UNTIL YOU GIVE ME THE DAMN LOCATION! WHERE DID IT COME FROM?! TELL ME NOW!"
He was angry, his face reddened and his veins bulging dangerously. I didn't speak, I was both too weak and too pained to talk, and even if I could I made a promise not to give my country up to an evil dictator. We had been bombed by Detlev four times in the past four years, and he had always been waiting to start and finish a war with a victory, but somehow he always came up short. I should've known he would attack us.
Suddenly, Viktor grabbed a new nail from his pocket and stabbed it into my other foot, and I continued screaming, wailing, just yelling out until my voice grew hoarse in all the anguish I was in. My tortured screams were the only thing I could hear, and it even blocked out the sound of my thumping blood.
After about ten seconds I had two nails puncture through the soles of my feet. I stared painfully at Detlev, who was standing over me with such anger in his eyes that it could've set me on fire if physically possible.
Finally Detlev lost all patience he had and screamed,
"YOU ARE WASTING MY TIME! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU MYSELF, YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY USELESS TO ME WITH THAT STAMINA OF YOURS! I WILL KIDNAP YOUR WIFE INSTEAD, AND HOPEFULLY SHE WILL BREAK MUCH EASIER!"
Detlev walked into the shadows of the room and came back a few seconds later with a large poison gun. Its tank was glass, but the rest of it was metal. Inside the glass tank was full of smoky black liquid, bubbling and oozy. He held the gun up to my face, right in between my eyes and said,
"GOODBYE, CLARENCE! I'M SURE YOUR COUNTRY IS GLAD THAT YOU FAILED THEM! GO DOWN TO HELL YOU UNDESERVING PIECE OF—"
Suddenly, a light filled the room and I saw a door break down on the other side of the room. I strained my neck to see, but I could see a lie of soldiers streaming in through the door. Detlev and Viktor backed up against the wall to my left. I was relieved to see that they were my men, and then General Chase Newman walked to the front holding his own heat-seeking MSG (Magnified Shocking Gun). He clicked it on and it began to spark dangerously, making loud and rapid ticking noises.
"Detlev Kaiser, you are under arrest! You're going to have to come with us now. Men, pat him down along his companion Viktor Crum, and then take them back to our main prison hold. They're going to be locked up until Satan takes them away to where they belong!" he declared angrily.
Four soldiers came forward with their high-tech armor suits. They all had MSGs in their hands. Suddenly though, Detlev jumped forward and passed right through the two soldiers, leaving a trail of black plasma behind him. The two soldiers yelled and almost collapsed, but then straightened back up and turned around to face General Chase Newman. A cloud of thin black plasma floated around the two and they became distorted as they raised their guns.
"TAKE COVER!" screamed one of the soldiers.
The General quickly smashed a gadget on his wrist on his side, and a transparent force field appeared in front of him like a shield, blocking the electrified needles that were zooming towards him just in time. He backed up and ordered the rest of his troops again. They all turned on their own force field wristwatches, creating a large, flat, transparent shield around them all.
Both Detlev and Viktor froze and then began to making a strange buzzing sound, and then their skin turned pitch black. In a few seconds I watched in horror as they morphed into two giant masses of black plasma with red slits for eyes and suction mouths.
"FIRE!" screamed the General.
The soldiers all fired their MSGs, but the electrified needles passed straight through them. The two monsters lunged forward and began to eat away at the force field around the soldiers.
"RETREAT! EVERYONE RETREAT! SOMEONE GET MR. PRESIDENT!" shouted the General.
Three soldiers ran forward from the crowd and two of them created a force field around me, and the last one freed me from my bonds on the table. When he saw that I had nails punctured into my feet he screamed for more soldiers. I wasn't sure whether the entire scene was just a hallucination or not, but all I remembered before I blacked out was being carried up quickly by several soldiers. The last thing I heard was a loud electric explosion, but after that I drifted off into unconsciousness.
Oh my Poptart! I was cringing in pain just reading that! Will Clarence Jordanship be able to escape Detlev's clutches? Will the General and his soldiers survive? Will Detlev gain access to the information he needs?! Find out next chapter in THE GLITCH!
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*he walks up and pokes the gray matter*
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