WARNING: I HAVE A SICK DEPRIVED MIND THAT BORDER LINE SADISTIC SO IF U HAVE WEAK STOMACH OR JUST DON"T LIKE MESSED UP STUFF (WHICH IF U DID U MIGHT HAVE NOT READ ANYTHING I WROTE CUZ I ALWAYS FIND A WAY TO PUT IT IN) PLEASE DON'T READ THIS MIGHT BE R NOT SURE BUT U"VE BEEN WARNED.
Jack's heart was racing he had been in the room with Kit for what seemed like days, he was sure it was probably only hours, but he was nervous. He didn't know how much details were put into his cover, and if his prints were transferred over, it was not always procedure to do so, but he hoped Michelle went above and beyond the normal this time. He glared at Kit a few times, but never spoke. He wasn't sure if the room was bugged or if people were listening and he wasn't going to give himself away, he still had some hope. He could feel some of the withdrawal symptoms come on, but he ignored them. He was tired he forced his eyes to stay open this wasn't a time to sleep. His eyes closed slowly, and opened as soon as he heard the door open.
Ramon and Thomas walked into the room and looked at the two men. Jack tried to decipher the look to see if it was one of being betrayed or still unsure. Jack could not tell and he hoped his life would not end, at least not now, not like this.
Thomas looked at Jack and smiled, Thomas thought to himself, I knew he was no good. Ramon stared at Jack and had been debating with himself whether or not Jack possibly could be a federal agent. Ramon had seen him kill people, heard about the little girl and her family, the guy in L.A. working for the government, and even the bartender could a federal agent kill all those people and get away with it saying he was undercover?
Finally Ramon spoke, "I still haven't heard back from the guy." He looked at Jack angry he wanted to kill him now just on the possibility, but a part of Ramon doubted Jack as a federal agent it just didn't fit. Jack was too good a killing people, and that was not usually something a federal agent was great at. He walked up to Jack and looked him in the eye trying to read Jack. He could see the fear in Jack, but he could also explain why it was there. He could also see the early signs of withdraw and added another thing to his list that would be against Jack being a federal agent. He couldn't decide and left angry. Thomas still was in the room waiting for the results contemplating how he would kill Jack once they got them. There was no doubt in his mind that Jack was a federal agent, and even if he wasn't Jack needed to die.
More time passed and Jack felt the withdrawal in full effect. He began to sweat, his muscles acted, and his mind was screaming for the drug. He was almost ready to scream out, "I'm damn federal agent so kill me." He knew he was past the point of no return when the symptoms came on. How was he, if he survived this, ever going to get off the drug? Was he going to be stuck like this the rest of his life, if so than kill him now he thought.
Ramon walked into the room with Hector in tow, Jack felt almost relieved it was here, the end of all the pain and suffering. Ramon began, "My contact go back with me." He looked in Jack's eyes and saw nothing, not even fear.
"And?" Kit said struggling against the rope sure they found Jack out.
"You were a federal agent, and Jack here is who he says he is. I even checked around with other sources and they all stand behind Jack." Ramon said looking at Thomas. "Cut him down."
Thomas walked over to Jack and cut his arms free. Jack rubbed his wrist as he walked over to Ramon still shocked by the results himself, he said a silent prayer and thanked Michelle. "What now?" Jack asked still rubbing his sore roped burn wrist.
"I want you to get all the information you can out of him. Show the men after you fix yourself." Ramon stated noticing the withdrawal symptoms.
"I'll be back in twenty." Jack said with Hector in tow. Jack thought maybe it was a cruel joke and Hector was going to put a bullet in him the minute he cleared the room. Jack flinched waiting for it but instead Hector put his arm around Jack and said, "You understand we had to check and be safe."
"Yeah I guess." Jack said not wanting to pass it off, they might think he was also shocked by the results, which he was, but he could not convey that for obvious reasons. "Anything else?" Jack stopped walking outside the house.
"No." Hector said leaving Jack standing outside the guest house.
Jack walked inside and washed the blood off his face and was changing his shirt when someone walked through the front door. He grabbed his gun off the sink, he had grabbed it when he walked in incase they came back after him. He walked out of the room cautiously to find Claudia standing in the living room worried.
"I thought they found out first." She said clearly she had been worried and almost crying. "What happened?"
"Nothing. Some guy from my past came back swearing I was a federal agent." Jack said not wanting to lie to her nor tell her the truth.
"ANd they believed him after all you have done for them?"
"They had to check." Jack said almost angry at her.
"Are you ok?"
"I'm fine." Jack said with a slight shake. He was sore and he needed the drug but he didn't want to shoot up in front of her. He couldn't' do that he felt something for her and he could not show her his weak side.
"You don't look fine. You need that damn drug don't you. You can't give it up can you?"
"It's fine." He snapped he didn't' need her reminding him of the mistake he made.
"Whatever." She left angry at him.
Jack grabbed his stash and sat on the couch. He looked at his watch it had been a day and half it was more than time. He quickly worked the liquid into the needle and than the needle into his arm. He sat back as the rush took over and all the pain, mental and physical went away. He was on the couch with his eyes closed when he heard the door open again. He called out, "I'll be ready in a minute." He could tell from the foot steps and the breaths that it was Ramon.
"You look like a man whose had a hard day." Ramon said smiling relieved that Jack was not a federal agent, he was to good of an asset to loose, and Ramon had trusted him to much to let that happen.
"I think you'd of had a bad day if you boss thought you were a federal agent, had you hanging by your arms with some jerk off and possibly could kill you at any minute."
"Point taken but there's work to be done." Ramon said laughing.
"I'm moving now." Jack said opening his eyes and getting off the couch. He followed Ramon back to the barn. "Are the men there?"
"Some of them the ones that will be helping. I don't care what you do or if you get information have fun." Ramon said following Jack into the room.
Jack looked at Kit inside he felt turmoil over what he was about to do, but at the same time the drug was helping squash that issue. He looked at Kit and smiled he had to play the role perfect he could still tell they were weary of trusting him. Jack looked around the room, "Where are some toys?"
"What do you need?" Ramon asked Jack.
"A case of beer, baseball bat, battery acid, a gun, a bottle of tequila, battery and some positive and negative cables, and I guess some water." Jack thought what else could he use, he had to be impressive, "Oh and why not some hallucinogens, a knife, and some gasoline." He thought that would cover almost anything he needed.
"All of that?" Ramon asked wondering what all of it could be used for.
"Sure it should work." Jack smiled playing the psycho which was not hard to tap into we all had it inside us, it just needed the right circumstances to come out and a little encouragement.
"Ok. Pedro go get all that stuff. Better make it two bottles of tequila, a few shot glasses, and two cases of beer." Ramon ordered.
Jack looked at Kit before he sat down waiting for Pedro to return with the stuff he ordered. Ramon watched Jack carefully he still had his doubts, and again he believed them too. He was not sure which way to go. He would just watch him closely he could always kill him later.
Pedro return ten minutes later with all of the stuff Jack wanted. He put it on a small table and said, "The beer will be here soon."
Jack opened a bottle of tequila and took a big swig. He set it back down and set off for work. He started with the batter acid he knew what it could do to a person. "Cut his shirt off." Jack ordered handing Pedro the knife. "Time to learn again." Jack smiled at Kit, the federal agent Jack Bauer far gone away somewhere, and the other Jack took control.
Pedro cut Kit's shirt off and stood by him waiting further instruction. Jack handed him the battery acid and said, "Just pour a little at first and increase it ever other minute until it's all gone. Move around don't put it on top of old wounds cuz they numb after a few minutes."
"How do you know?" Pedro asked as he was pouring over Kit's screaming.
"I've had it done once or twice myself." Jack smiled an evil smile that sent chills through everyone in the room.
After an hour of pouring the acid on, Jack had already finished off a bottel of tequilla to himself and three beers he was pretty wasted and if he had thought about it he might of thought it might have been a sign he couldn't' handle it. Ramon just took it as him blowing of the stress of almost being killed. Jack grabbed the batter and showed Pedro how to work it properly. "it'll send enough electricity through him to hurt but not kill." Jack let Pedro have fun with that for awhile until he noticed Kit pass out. "Time to wake him up. Give him a few minutes."
They went through all of the stuff Jack asked for over twenty-four hours. When they finished through all of it Jack had been inebriated. He looked at Kit who's eyes were barely open. "You should have stayed away and this would never of happened. I need a blow torch."
"Why?" Pedro asked, "He's pretty much gone. He can't even talk Jack."
"Just get it." Jack became angry. Ramon had left hours ago sure that Jack, Pedro and the others had it under control and he really couldn't stand the smell or watch it much longer. He returned with Pedro and the blow torch.
"What's that for Jack?" Ramon asked noticing Jack was drunk.
"You'll see." Jack said grabbing the blow torch, he didn't see Kit anymore he saw the man who helped Nina kill his wife, the man who helped Nina, the man who betray him and everyone else, but not Kit. He turned the torch on and lit it. He walked up to Kit and started with his legs. The fire from the torch was hot enough to burn through Kit's skin. It acted like a sword and cut through the flesh and bone while cauterizing the wounds so that Kit would not bleed to death. He screamed through it, horrible screams that a normal person would never be able to block out of their mind. The pain was immese and never stopped even after Jack steeped away with the torch. When Jack finished Kit had legs only to his knee caps.
"did that hurt?" Jack joked. Ramon watched partially interested and partially horrified. The smell of burning flesh was enough to gag him, but his mind kept him there wondering how far this would go.
Jack continued on he burnt the rest of Kit's legs off and than moved up to his torso. When he finished Kit was still alive, none of the vital organs were hit, and the broken arteries were already cauterized from the heat. Kit was now just a torso with arms and a head. He was passed out beyond the pain.
Finally Ramon had enough he couldn't watch anymore, "Enough. Kill him now." He said to Jack.
"Why the fans just beginning." Something snapped in Jack a long time ago and he was truly enjoying the time.
Ramon pulled out his gun and pointed it at Kit he fired two rounds into Kit's head. "There it's over now. Go get some sleep."
"Why are you mad?" Jack said not understanding what was wrong.
"I'm not mad go sleep. You haven't slept in over twenty four hours." Ramon was sickened by Jack.
"Fine." Jack said putting the torch down. He went to his room and collapsed onto the bed. He closed his eyes and slept. He was haunted by dreams, or nightmares, and when he woke he thought the torture had just been a dream. He walked outside and noticed the fear in the men's eyes as he walked by. He went to the house and found Hector in the kitchen who also looked at him with some fear in his eyes, "Morning Jack."
"Morning. Mind if I still some orange juice?"
"Help yourself." Hector said wondering if Jack was still as crazy as Ramon had made him to be the other night.
"Thanks." Jack said grabbing a glass and the jar of orange juice. He finished the glass as Ramon walked into the room, "Feeling better?"
"Much. Thanks." Jack answered
"You need to dispose of your friend. The men went and slept. Wake Pedro he's in the barn somewhere and have him help you."
It hit Jack than it had not been a nightmare. He really had done all of those things to Kit. He felt sick to his stomach he had lost it. "Sure." He answered trying not to show it bothered him. He went and found Pedro asleep in one of the stalls of the barn.
They moved Kit outside the Salazar's ranch to a secluded area. Together they dug he grave and rolled the body and the parts left over into the hole. Jack covered Kit up and went back to the house devastated and scared of himself.