Chapter 13

MyHeartBleeds: When you have a countdown going, it's time to see a specialist. :p

HimekoSukie: You're going to have to wait to see what's wrong with him. :p

eyriess: I will edit that mistake. I missed it. And yes, I must torture Tala. :p

Ashla: They'd probably lose their lunch if they saw the full brunt.

The Valkyrie: I updated a day late. I take it you're reading this on Friday?

DranzerGirl: A TV show? But Beyblade is a TV show. :p

Kappy Locks: Actually, Voltaire is spelt right. Good job. And nice vendetta.

Reiven: I see you've caught up. And I've seen the mistake. Will fix.

lilmatchgirl007: [[Waves off fist shaking]] I did what I always do: the unexpected and cruel. [[evil grin]]

Jay Kamiya: Begging wouldn't stop me from killing him if I felt it needed to be done. :p

Ramen II: I still don't know what was wrong with the vocab in that other chapter. And you liked Ian?

Mizuyah: It could be a bit of everything, really.

Black Panther Wolf: Majestic's aren't in this fic. And here's Bry:

Some torture right here.

Disclaimer: See first page

"Turn it up another volt."

Bryan glared at Boris through slitted eyes, his only weapon as his arms, legs and neck were bound to the vertical table, small wires attached to his bare chest, monitoring his status as yet another electrical current tore through him, more extreme than anything he had ever faced before. He gasped, biting back a scream before it released its grip, allowing him to slump against his restraints.

"Impressive. Most impressive." Boris nodded with a small smile before he looked to the side. "Up it five this time."

"But sir, that kind of power could kill him."

"So be it."

All day Boris had been at it. Panas had warned him about Boris's tests, and while Bryan had mentally prepared himself for them, he had not been prepared for the intensity of them. Boris was aiming to kill him, that was certain. And the death would be agonisingly slow.

Bryan wasn't sure how long he and Panas had talked before Boris had entered the cell, all he knew was that it was daytime judging by the light now in the corridor. Boris had beat them, calling them traitors and failures before he had forced Panas to once again pleasure him orally before Boris had proceeded to rape Bryan, Panas forced to watch, neither able to do anything to stop their former trainer.

They had been fed a little food before Boris had unchained them from the floor, dragging them into the laboratories and beginning his tests. They had been placed in separate rooms, though Bryan had heard Panas's screams that had tore at him.

It was worse than the days locked in the darkness of the dungeon with Tala.

His body spasmed as the new current tore through him, his back arching as he gritted his teeth, eyes squeezed closed against the onslaught. Bryan knew that Boris wanted him to cry out in pain, but he was not going to give him the pleasure. Just as he had done for the last few years, Bryan would force himself to remain silent.

Nothing pissed Boris off more.

The current cut out, Bryan feeling like liquid as he wheezed, lungs feeling as if someone had compressed them as his heartbeat thudded in his ears. Blood trickled around where the metal bonds had cut into him as his body tensed, sweat running down his torso in a torrent.

"Up in another five volts."

Bryan fought the groan. Boris was going to keep upping the power until Bryan would break, screaming in pain. Bryan would never allow that to happen. The years in the dungeon had built up a strong pain threshold, and it was that that Bryan would use to remain silent.

Problem was, so long as Bryan remained silent, the more the power would increase until he died.

"I'm sorry sir, that's as high as it goes."

Bryan raised his heavy head, eyes on the man as Boris stormed over, glaring down at the figures. Boris growled as he read, straightening abruptly before he smirked, making his way toward the teen.

"It would seem you've withstood this little test, my Bryan. But will you be able to withstand the next?"

Bryan would have answered had he been able to speak. He was too tired to even notice them unlocking his bonds before Boris gestured for them to scoop up his limp form, dragging him back toward the cell.

Bryan barely registered the fact that Panas had returned, watching as they tied Bryan down, making sure the chains were locked before closing the door. Bryan ignored Panas's hoarse concerned questions, instead slipping away into a dreamless sleep…

Heh heh. Bryan outlasted the machine. Boris will be pissed off a treat. :p