Disclaimer: see part one
Author's Note: Whew, Angelo's fate affected you all rather deeply as I saw. This chapter moves back to Jarod and if you thought the chap about Angelo was cruel, then I think I have to warn you of this chapter. I changed the rating for it. I don't know if it was necessary but I decided to do it nonetheless (maybe you could give me a hint if you thought it necessary).
Now the thanks:
Mfkngst: Hehehe, it took you some time to find out about that °chuckles deeply°. No, honest. I am not but sometimes the evil part of me takes over °shrugs°. I'm glad you liked the last chapter and I hope you will like this one as well. Thanks for reviewing and now enjoy.
Nancy: Yep, the situation is grave. Let's see if I'm able to get it solved in the end. Thanks for your constant reviews, Nancy! Now go on reading and have fun.
Michelle: Yes, I know that they are short but remember that this one is walking hand in hand with „To End The Evil" and I'm posting two chapters a week for that story and one fort his. More is not possible at the moment. Anyway, thanks for your review and now enjoy.
gemini006007: I will do everything in my power to prevent Angelo from going crazy. Thanks for your support, Mercy. Now enjoy.
Erikstrulove: Ah, a new face. Well, as for your question: Read and find out, read and find out! °smiles°. Thanks for your review and now go on and have fun with this part!
Sango2: What 'not again'? The cliff hanger? Sorry but I couldn't do anything else in the last chapter (not that 'I' mind
°grins°). Thanks for your review and now enjoy!
Brandy: Yes, poor Angelo. He had tried everything to help but the Centre wouldn't let him. As you are dying to find out what happens next, I won't keep you from reading any longer. Thanks for your review and now enjoy!
Grace: Thanks for these wonderful compliments. That was just what I needed right now. Only minutes before I got your review my German teacher tried to tell me that I had no talent for writing at all, no matter what and such. This woman just doesn't like me. She's been criticising my style ever since I've got her in class. God, I just hate this woman! But what I've been trying to tell you… thank you for that compliment about my writing style. It's clearly motivating me! I'm glad that you like the story and now I won't keep you from it any longer. Thanks!
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The Call Part 7
Hell without furniture
Jarod was huddled in the corner of his cell. He was lying on the floor in a foetal position where he had been dumped before by the sweepers.
The room was bare. No bed or cot or whatsoever. Three walls of the room were just plain stone. The fourth 'wall' was in fact iron metal bars from top to bottom. The door leading out to the corridor was about one and a half meters from there.
There was an air vent opening in Jarod's cell but it was too high for him to get to.
He had lost nearly all sense of time.
In fact time didn't really matter in the Centre. It wasn't important if it was day or night. No daylight ever made its way down into the deepest bowls of the Centre where he was sure was his current location.
Though he didn't know for certain, Jarod supposed that it must have been two or three days since his capture.
Two or three days, in which Lyle had been extremely pleased with himself. Luckily, Jarod had yet to have an encounter with Raines or Cox.
Though Lyle was a dangerous man, Jarod preferred him to Cox or Raines but he was also sure that he would have an encounter with either one or both of them in the end.
He could only hope that it would be scheduled for a time when he planned on being as far away from the Centre as possible.
Jarod knew that he had to get out of the Centre soon before he was too weak to get away.
He had already lost weight and the extra 'attention' he got from the sweepers during or after every 'interrogation' wasn't helping any matters.
Jarod lay still, trying to forget his uncomfortable position on the concrete floor. He didn't make an effort to move a muscle for he knew that it would send a new, hot wave of pain and nausea through his body.
He just lay still, with his eyes closed; trying to save all energy he knew he would need sooner or later but preferably sooner.
The sooner the better.
He heard the outer door of his prison hiss open.
"Time for a new round, lab rat. Rise and shine", Lyle's voice purred from the door.
Jarod didn't react. He remained in his position. It wouldn't matter if he moved or not. The sweepers would drag him out of the room nonetheless, so he could just spare the effort. No need to waste energy for that.
Sure enough, only a few minutes later, two sweepers guided him out of his cell and towards the room he had come to dread.
He kept his fear down though because he didn't want to give away to Lyle how he was feeling. It would only be used against him if they knew it.
Only minutes later, Jarod was strapped into a chair.
Lyle stood in front of him, a pleased grin on his face.
"Well, Jarod. We can do this the hard way or…", Lyle started, only to be interrupted by Jarod.
"Yeah", Jarod huffed. "We've been there before. You can skip that part."
Lyle lashed out at him. Jarod's head snapped to his side and he briefly closed his eyes.
The blow had hurt despite the fact that he had seen it coming and already turned his head to diminish its force.
"Ok, since you decided to do this the hard way,…", Lyle grinned. His normally greyish brown eyes were curiously auburn, as if he were drunk: but he was plainly sober.
This, Jarod realized, was not funny. Of course he hadn't thought it to get funny. Lyle was dangerous, even more so when he was provoked.
The odd shine in his eyes didn't mean anything good at all. Lyle was enjoying this and each and every word Jarod would say now would trigger a new blow. Jarod braced himself for what he knew was to come.
Lyle advanced. "Where are the DSA's?"
"Somewhere you won't get to them", Jarod said evenly.
Lyle's hand lashed out across the side he had hit before. He was smiling slightly. Enjoying himself.
Which was more than could be said for Jarod.
"Ok", Lyle drawled. "Then where is the Major?"
"Don't know", Jarod answered truthfully. He hadn't seen his father in a long time. Last he had seen him was when they parted to free Ethan and Zoe. They had lost contact again.
Though Lyle most certainly knew that Jarod was telling the truth, he lashed out again just as Jarod had predicted.
"Gemini?"
"No idea", Jarod drawled.
Lyle struck him again. Jarod could feel the flesh of his lip cracking.
Having, so to speak, tasted blood, Lyle suddenly took hold of Jarod, pushed him back in his chair, and slapped him twice in the face, forehand and backhand. Still smiling.
The metallic taste of blood was spreading through Jarod's mouth.
His hands bound firmly onto the chair, he had no measure to defend himself if only protect his head or face. Jarod didn't move but let Lyle have his way.
He already knew that the psycho had more in store for him and that by the time he would be returned to his cell, there was more than a split lip.
Sure enough, the sweepers took over after a while and Lyle left the room.
He had once again not gotten what he had come for.
Information and seeing Jarod crack.
To be continued…
Author's Note II: Told you it would be cruel. Sorry!