Chapter 3: Torture
As Darien pushed end on his cell phone he heard screams coming from inside the house. He moved around so he could look into the living room. As he looked in, he saw a man carrying Layla across the room to the couch. 'The Chameleon' he thought. As he watched, they talked and then began to kiss. As Darien moved around to get a better look he knocked over a few rocks.
"Oh crap."
Darien picked up the rocks and put them back when he looked back into the room, the man was gone. 'Where did he go?' The only person Darien could see was Layla. Then Darien felt the wind get knocked out of him as he was kicked in the side. He spun around to face his unknown opponent, and proceeded to be kicked under his chin and fall to the ground. The Chameleon began to search him and found his ID. After he looked at it he threw it back to him.
"You got very close my friend. You saw my face. And that's too close."
Then the Chameleon punched Darien in the chest, leaving him gasping for breath again.
"Be glad you're going to live to see tomorrow." Then the chameleon left.
Darien slowly and painfully climbed to his hands and knees, fighting for air. When he looked up he saw the Chameleon with his blinding weapon, running out of the house. He took off, running across the yard.
He looked back and the Chameleon fired. The blast caught him and threw him backwards over a hedge. Before he landed Darien turned himself invisible and Darien is left on the ground blind, alone, invisible, and helpless.
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Darien jolted from his nightmare. He lay in a different room than before, the ceiling was different. His arm throbbed but the pain was bearable. He groaned and closed his eyes and rolled his head to the side. Instinct told him to open his eyes again. That's when he finally noticed the other person in the room. She was sitting on a stool a few feet away. She had short brown hair and blue eyes, and she was wearing a long black skirt and a red tank top. 'She kind of looks like Alex', he thought.
"Good you're awake. I was beginning to believe that you never would." Darien shivered as she spoke. He remembered the gun being shoved into his mouth. He shook his head trying to rid himself of the memory.
"Since I'm awake, now what?" Trying to sit up while saying this, he noticed for the first time that he was chained down on what looked like an operating table. It wasn't as uncomfortable as being strapped in the demented dentist's chair, he though.
"Well", she sighed. "I guess we can began the torture."
"Oh joy. Well wake me up when it's over. I'm going back to bed." The women got up and walked over to him.
"You talk too much," she said, and punched him in the mouth. This time she had brass knuckles on instead of a ring. She walked to the other side of the room where there was a table with not-so-nice looking devices on it. "Do you know what the four main types of torture are?" She asked him picking up something off the table.
"No, but I'm pretty sure you're going to tell me."
'That or show me.'
She continued as if he hadn't said anything . "My father told them to me when I was young. I still remember what he said that day. Are you sure you wouldn't like me to tell you?" She turned to look over at Darien, revealing the baseball bat she had picked up off the table.
"Umm, yeah I'm pretty sure." 'Man this chick is nuts', Darien thought as she walked closer to the table.
"Yes you do you want to know what they are. That's because I'm going to use them on you." She paused, leaned the bat against the table, and took off her brass knuckles. Once they were safely put away, she picked up the bat again and took a swing, as if testing it. "First, there is just plain beating. Sure everyone does it, but it's the easiest way to torture someone." She took another swing, this time a bit closer to Darien. She too a step closer to the table and leaned over Darien, a small smile on her face. "Then comes Heat," she whispered in his ear. Suddenly she jumped back and swung and hit Darin in the stomach. "Then comes Noise." She hit him again. "And then last is Freezing." She hit him twice more for good measure. She then grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head up off the table. "And do you know what my father said about these four torture ways?"
"No what?" Darien finally asked, his voice blatantly pained as his precious hair was pulled to evoke a response.
She lowed her head down and looked him in the eye. "He said that if you do these the right way and in that order, the person that I'm torturing would give up anything. Even their father's shoe size." She paused and smiled. "So you see Fawkes?. You'll be telling me everything and anything. But it won't help you. 'Cause I don't need anything from you. Except, of course, Death." She took one more swing, then turned and left the room.
Once he had air in his lungs again, he screamed at the door, "Hey, you're wrong! I wouldn't tell you my father's shoe size cause I DON"T EVEN KNOW IT!!!"