A.N: okay here u go guys instead of on big chapter I'm posting to small chapters I hope you enjoy this story is getting close to the end four more chapters or so then the next one starts enjoy….
Chapter 7: Feeling
Bobby sat in front of the computer screen, seeing and hearing nothing. Claire and Alex had gone out into the streets to see if they could find out anything. Eberts and the Official were upstairs trying to get extra military help.
And I get stuck watching the vast nothingness of Darien's mind. Bobby leaned back and closed his eyes. Then the screen flicked to life showing a small room.
"Hello." A small voice came over the speakers startling Bobby, who hadn't realized the picture was on. He looked at the screen and saw a door. Bobby quickly reached over and picked up the phone and dialed the Official's office.
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"Eberts, get the phone." the Official said.
"Hello this is the Dep-"
"Shut-up Eberts, it's me."
"How may I help you Bobby?"
"You can tell the Official that the show is beginning."
"Yes we'll be right there." he said then he hung-up. "Sir."
"What Eberts?"
"Darien's awake and the nano-bugs are working."
"Well then, we should get down there." And so they went to the elevator.
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Bobby was still watching the screen as the Official and Eberts entered.
"Shouldn't we call Claire and Alex and get them back here."
"Already done sir. I called them right after you. They'll be in here in about 5 minutes." Bobby informed them.
"Good." Then they sat down and watched.
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Across town, Cassandra Blake was getting ready to go back in and begin the second form of torture with Darien. Little did she know that she would have an audience.
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Claire and Alex sped across town, going as quick as possible to get to the agency.
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Darien felt like he was going to be sick. He was bruised, beaten, and shot. If this is how he felt after the first few sessions, he didn't want to think about how he'd feel in a few more. The worst thing was that he was chained up by his arms, and no matter what he did he couldn't get even remotely comfortable. He hurt all over and nothing could stop it.
He looked up at his tattoo and saw that it was fully green. 'What the Hell!' he thought, trying to figure it out. How???
Before he could finish his thoughts, Cassandra walked in.
"Good, you're awake. I was beginning to think I'd have to start the second phase without hearing you scream." she said walking over to the table, and picking up a lighter and a can of spray paint.
"Hey, what are those for?" Darien asked, suddenly nervous.
"Why these...these are the next set of tools. Aren't you glad we're through with the brass knuckles and baseball bat?" she asked, smiling wickedly.
Darien looked at the new tools for a moment. "Can't we go back to them?" he asked.
"No ... we're way past them now." She flicked the lighter on and moved it towards Darien's chest. Then she put the spray can up to it and pushed the button. The spray rushed out and hit the flame, which produced a rather large wall of fire, which shot out towards Darien.
Darien twisted his arms managing to turn himself around a split second before the flames met his skin so that the flames met his back instead of his front. Darien bit his tongue as the flames burnt away his top and hit his skin.
Think of Claire ...Bobby...Alex…. They wouldn't want me to scream.
"Fine, if you want to play that way." Cassandra said. She grabbed his waist and spun him around to face her. This time she held him still with her foot. She started the flame up again. At first she held it off to the side, but then slowly and surely brought it towards him.
Darien felt the heat before the flames hit him. He tried not to scream, but he couldn't stand it any longer. As his flesh bubbled, Darien screamed in pain. Throwing his head back, he screamed, not caring who heard him anymore.