Dark Mirror

Chapter Six

Dennings Hideout

Alan Tracy curled up sobbing on the battered moth eater bed that he had woken up, as his captor left the room. He felt dirty, worthless, violated as he curled up into a ball pulling his knee's in close to his chest and wrapping his aching bruised arms around them all the while crying like he hadn't since he was a little kid.

When he had come around after loosing consciousness as a result of the repeated electric shocks his captor had subject him to, he had found himself stretched out on this bed, no longer bound. But he had found that his clothes had been taken off, and neatly piled up on a nearby table. But before he could retrieve them, his captor had come in, also wearing nothing in the way of clothing. It was then that Alan knew that he was in deeper trouble than he had previously believed.

What had transpired in the following two hours was an experience that Alan could only describe as pure hell. His captor had viscously launched a sexual assault on him, when he had fought back to stop the horrific violation of his person, his captor had hit him hard and repeatedly, punching him and hitting him until he was too numb from the pain fight back anymore. However his captor hadn't escaped unharmed. Alan had gotten in a few good blows himself. The rape that had followed had been just that little bit more viscous.

Now his captor had apparently satisfied himself and left the room, leaving Alan behind, a shaking, sobbing, humiliated wreck. I'm sorry dad, Alan thought as he hugged himself and sobbed, imagining what his father would say if he could see him now and his inability to stop his captor. I tried to stop him but he was too strong for me.

Alan tried to pull himself together to stop crying like a little baby. It was stupid, pathetic and weak, and like all Tracy's he hated showing weakness. But try as he might, he could not stop. He was hurting too much both physically and mentally. If anything, the attempt to pull himself together just made him cry more strongly.

Continuing to hug himself Alan cried himself to sleep.

A Short Time Later

Dennings opened the door to the room he was keeping Alan in and went inside. He had just finished getting dressed after having a shower to ease the pain from the bruises Alan had inflicted on him during his attempt to stop his fun.

The teenager's strength had during his fun had surprised Dennings. Few teenagers Alan's age were that strong; it was rare to find it even in teens that went to the gym regularly as Alan obviously did. You only got the kind of powerful but lean muscles Alan had one way and that was by lifting weights on a regular basis.

Dennings went over to where Alan was lying curled up on the bed, obviously asleep. He contemplated roughly waking Alan up denying him the peace of sleep – it would further torture the young Tracy. But in the end, he decided against it.

Now that he had inflicted a considerable emotional trauma on Alan, Dennings knew that he had to check on something involving the young man and it would be easier to do that while Alan was asleep and unable to offer any resistance.

And while Dennings would enjoy beating down Alan's resistance again it could accidentally clue the sharp and intelligent young man that there was much more going on here than a kidnapping for information. And Dennings was under strict orders from the Hood himself not to allow Alan to get any hint that there was more going on than met the eye.

For a few more moments Dennings just stood there. Looking down on Alan's sleeping form. Then he sighed softly and turned away and walked back to the door.

Leaving the room Dennings moved through the corridors of the derelict building, that served as his hideout. Entering another one of the rooms, which he used as a storeroom, Dennings went over to a set of shelves and began looking through the items stored on the shelves. Finding what he was looking for Dennings took a small black case off the shelf and, carrying it in one hand, turned around and left the room. He moved back through his hideout to Alan's room and went back inside.

Alan was still out cold when he re-entered the room and Dennings smiled as he walked back to Alan's beside, had the young man woken up while he was away then things would have been very awkward.

Dennings put the case down on the table beside the bed and opened it. Inside were two small round sensor pads and a small electronic pad.

Dennings turned back to Alan and gently turned the young Tracy over onto his back. He was careful to ensure that he didn't make the move rough enough to wake Alan. Taking the sensor pads from the case Dennings gently placed one on each of Alan's temples. Then he picked up the small pad and turned it on.

The pad lit up and Dennings operated the controls in the first command sequence that Transom had had him memorise. For a moment nothing happened, then the display lit up with readings from the sensor pads on Alan's temples. Dennings smiled evilly when he saw that the readings were what he had been told to look for by Transom. Everything was proceeding as planned so far.

Dennings pressed some more buttons in the second command sequence that he had memorised. For a moment a burst of tightly encoded data flashed across the pads LCD screen, then it stopped and a green light flashed on the display. At the sight of the green light Dennings smiled again before turning the pad off. Then he carefully removed the sensor disc's from Alan's temples – making the young Tracy moan softly and almost awaken as he was doing so – and put them and the pad back in the case and closed it.

Then Dennings sighed knowing that his time to have fun with Alan Tracy was over, it was regrettable. But Dennings did have his orders and he knew better than to disobey the Hood. He now had only one thing to do before he had forfilled those orders. With another sigh he picked up the case and left the room, leaving behind a still sleeping Alan who had no idea what had just been done to him.

Sometime Later

Alan groaned softly as he stirred from a deep, uneasy, but thankfully dreamless, sleep. He opened his eyes and groaned when he saw that he was still in the room where he had, Alan shuddered not even wanting to think it.

Alan closed his eyes again and almost started bawling again as a flashback of the attack burst through his awareness bringing with it phantom versions of those horrible sensations, and the feel of his captors body against his. A sob escaped Alan's lips and he curled up into a foetal position, hugging himself, trying to steal himself against the unwelcome intrusion of memory.

After what seemed like an eternity the flashback ended. But Alan remained where he was quietly hugging himself, sobbing and shaking with reaction. I have to get out of here, Alan thought, I can't take this much longer.

Slowly he managed to pull himself back together and uncurled himself before scanning the room looking for a possible way out. The room he was being kept in was a plain concrete walled room, there were windows but they were very small and high up, even if he could reach them he would never fit through them. Looks like my only way out it through the door, he thought.

Sighing Alan looked around to see if there was anything here that he could use as a weapon to escape with, his captor was after information about International Rescue, so Alan doubted very much that his captor would let him go without a fight. He swiftly noticed that there were two items in here that could possibly meet his needs.

The first was the table where his clothes still sat neatly folded up. But a thorough look soon ruled that out as the table was securely bolted to the floor. The second was a metal and plastic fold down chair; bits of rope on the floor around it showed that it was probably the chair he'd been tied up in earlier.

Alan smiled softly as he noticed that the chair was not bolted down like the table. The chair wasn't the ideal thing to use to get out but it would have to do. Carefully Alan first sat then stood up; only just managing to surpress a groan as his battered, abused body protested the movement. His face a mask of determination Alan ignored the pain and moved over to the table and retrieved his clothes before returning to the bed and getting dressed again.

As soon as he was dressed again Alan retrieved his trainers from under the bed and put them on, before again standing up and once again determinedly ignoring the pain in his body moving across the room. This time till he was beside the chair. Then he carefully folded down the chair so it was easy to pick up.

Ignoring the pain plaguing his body Alan picked up the folded down chair and headed over to the door to wait. A grim smile appeared on his face as he heard footsteps approaching the room where he was being kept. He moved quietly to the side where the opening door would shield him from his captor's sight until the last possible moment when it would be too late.

For a moment the footsteps stopped and then there came the sound of a lock being turned, and then the door started to open. Alan readied the chair as the door opened. His captor dressed in the same black clothes as he had seen him in earlier started to come back into the room.

Alan waited until his captor completely entered the room before swinging the chair at the back of his captors head with all his strength, or with what strength he could muster from his weakened body.

His captor hearing the movement started to turn away but it was too late. The thick plastic of the seat smashed into the back of his captor's head with a resounding crash. His captor crumpled to the ground unconscious like a marionette whose strings had been cut.

Alan dropped the chair letting it fall to the ground with a loud crash. For a moment he stood there looking down on the unconscious form who'd abducted him, who'd violated him, and for a second thought about doing more than knocking him unconscious. Realising what he was considering Alan shuddered in revulsion, and turned away from the body of his captor and ran out of the room into dark and cheerless corridors.

Looking around Alan saw a faint, faded fire exit sign. Alan followed it until he came to a half-open fire exit through which a soft breeze was blowing into the stuffy interior of where ever he was. Alan made his way out through the half open door and stepped out into a world lit by the eerie twilight of predawn.

Alan looked around and was surprised to find that he knew where he was, that he knew what this place was. He was inside an old chemical plant outside Boston it had gone out of business a few years ago and had stood derelect at the mercy of the elements ever since. The main highway ran right past the place Alan saw it regularly whenever he and Fermat left Wharton Academy which was only a few miles up the road from here.

Alan took a deep breath and then started running again along the road out of the plant. He had no idea how long his captor was going to be unconscious so he wanted to get as far away from here as possible, as quickly as possible, before his captor woke up.

Twenty Minutes Later

Dennings groaned as he regained consciousness to a dull, throbbing ache at the back of his skull. Awkwardly he climbed back to his feet and swayed drunkenly for a moment before regaining his balance.

Then when he was sure that he could move without falling over Dennings began looking around for any sign of Alan Tracy. But there was no sign of him anywhere in his hideout Alan was gone. Well I was looking for away to let Alan get away without realising that I'm letting him go, Dennings thought, so nice of him to 'escape' on his own.

Dennings sighed, wincing at the pain at the back of his skull, and went in search of a cold compress.

A Few Minutes Later

Dennings holding a cold compress to the back of his head sat down at the radio and deactivated the security lock that prevented unauthorised use. Then he switched the radio on and sent a hailing signal to the Hood.

For a moment nothing happened and then the radio came to life and Dennings heard the voice of the Hood himself.

"Yes Dennings what is it," the Hood asked.

"Sir it's done. Phase three has begun," Dennings reported to his master.

"Excellent Dennings," the Hood answered sounding very pleased. "You have done well and will be generously rewarded."

"Thank you sir."