Spooky: This chapter is HUGE! Literally. It's three pages in word. I hope you enjoy it. There is mild violence in this chapter. Nothing much really. I hope you think the effect is enough. This chapter is for Rhuinnes. Thank you for reviewing all the chapters! I feel so loved!

Veronica woke up the next day stiff and at first unsure where she was. Then it slapped her in the face like a cold rag. She rolled over and faced the wall. She could hardly wait to see what was in store for her today. Not. Damn me and my impulsiveness, she thought angrily. She slammed the wall with her fist. That didn't get her anywhere except make her hand ache.

Suddenly she heard a loud click as someone unlocked the door. She swung her legs over the side of the cot and sat up. The heavy door swung open and a blinding white light lit the room. Veronica squinted against the light.

"Come on. Lets go," said a gruff male voice.

So this is how he's going to do it, she thought as she stood up. He wasn't even going to come down and taunt her as he dragged her through the halls. She walked over to the man and stopped in front of him.

"Hold out your hands," he growled.

She sighed inwardly. She knew she could make him unconscious and just walk out. But that would never happen. She'd never get out of the complex. Security was still too high. So she held out her hands. The guard placed heavy cuffs on her writs. She looked down at them. This is pathetic, she thought. Bren knew she would be able to get out of those. But he must have thought she wouldn't try to escape.

"Lets go," said the guard, bringing her out of her thoughts. He grabbed the chain between the cuffs and yanked her out of the cell and into the brightly lit white corridors. He slammed the door.

Veronica looked around. Same boring white tile ceiling, same tiled floor, same fluorescent lighting, same white walls.

"Move," said the guard roughly poking her in the back with his pistol.

"I'm movin'," she grumbled. And they headed down the corridors.

All the halls looked the same. All white, all of them sterile. Valren always liked it that way. Veronica had a tendency to bleed all over the walls, but somehow he always got them clean. They passed only a few people. Each of them gave her a smug look. Oh yes, they knew her here. Most of them probably hated her too. Thought that she was the bad guy. It didn't matter. She simply kept her head up and her eyes forward.

Finally they made it to an all-familiar door. The guard punched in a code on a panel next to the door. There was a heavy click and the guard pushed the door open. Veronica stepped into the room and the guard shut the door behind her. It was a gray metal room like the cells, but shinier and cleaner. There was a metal table in the middle of the room and Bren sat in a chair on the far side with a chair opposite of him. He was wearing the typical blue and silver uniform that all DC Corp personnel wore. His dark brown hair was combed back into a conservative style. The rest of the room was bare. However, Veronica knew that the wall to her right was a fake wall. Using a remote it could be opened to display all manner of tools.

"Welcome home," said Bren smirking.

Veronica gave him a nasty look.

"Aren't you going to sit down?" he asked innocently.

She warily moved forward, eyeing the chair. She set her hands on the chair.

"Nothing's booby trapped," said Bren, spreading his arms.

Veronica lifted her hands to Bren's eye level. She shook her hands making the chains clink. "Not much for security," she said giving him a maniacal grin.

"Hmm, yes. No need," he said waving his hand dismissively. "You be dead before you could make it out of here." Now it was his turn to grin at her.

She grunted and went back to glaring at him. She grabbed the chair and yanked it out and roughly sat down.

"Hmm. Let's get on with this shall we?" He paused. Veronica continued to glare at him. "Now, if you cooperate your treatment here shall be fairly well and we can skip most of the unpleasantness. So?"

Veronica's eyebrow went up in an unsaid question.

"Cooperation in this case would be disclosing information you deem important." His mouth twitched at that thought. "And training some of the kids. So do you agree?"

Veronica gave no answer.

"Well let's start. First thing, what did you hope to gain in coming back?"

Silence.

"Were the Gundam pilots helping you?"

Still no answer.

"How much information did you disclose to them?"

Veronica simply continued to glare at him. He sighed and stood up.

"Fine." He walked around behind her. "What were the Gundam pilots doing with you?"

She didn't answer. He whacked her on the side of the head. Her ear stung where he hit her, but she didn't move, simply stared straight ahead. He wasn't going to get anything from her. Not now, not ever.

"How much information did you give them?"

This time he whacked the other side of her head. Her head snapped to the side with the force. But she still didn't answer.

"Where are your parents?" He grabbed the chain between her cuffs and dragged her to her feet.

"Where is the AI, Darkstar?" When she didn't answer he slapped her hard enough to put her on the floor. She sat up and licked her lip. He had split her lip.

"Where is it!" he yelled anger flashing in his eyes.

Veronica slowly stood up, glaring at him.

Bren gritted his teeth. "Alright, we'll do this the hard way."

He took a remote from one of his pockets and pointed it at the wall behind Veronica. She turned around and watched as the wall opened up to reveal a hidden compartment. In the compartment were several types of knives, a nightstick, various whips with different tips, a number of chains, and several things she couldn't identify.

"Your pick," said Bren wickedly.

She just stood there, her body tense. This was it. The inevitable. But the question was would it be worse than the other times or not so bad? Bren walked over to the compartment and picked up a knife. It had a metal handle and was about five inches long.

"We just had all of these sharpened," he said examining the knife. "They were getting kind of dull." He walked over to her and pressed the tip of the knife under her chin. "Now… are you going to answer me?"

She stood there defiantly, not answering.

"I see."

He walked around to her side. In a flash he cut her upper right arm. Her arm twitched and her body tensed further. Blood ran down her arm coating it. This, this she could handle. It was when he played head games. When he toyed with her emotions that she lost her head. He walked around to her other side and grabbed her left arm. He then began to carve a B on her upper arm. The muscles twitched under the knife but she continued to look forwards, no expression on her face. She didn't struggle. No it wasn't the time, not yet. When he'd had some fun and the pain and rage had built up in her then she would fight back. She would break both of his arms this time.

Bren let go of her arm. It dropped to her side, bleeding. She looked over at him expressionless. She reached out with her powers and healed the cuts so there would be no scar. His mark would not be on her. Bren scowled.

"I see you're going to be difficult."

He backhanded her. She stumbled back. She may have been stubborn, but physically he was a lot stronger than her. He cocked his head and then in a rush punched her. She staggered and before she could recover she felt his fist slam into her stomach. The air left her in a whoosh. She fell to her knees, holding her stomach and trying to catch her breathe. Bren looked down at her with disdain.

"Pathetic," he said sneered. "You're no stronger than your brother."

Something in her snapped. The fact that they had treated her brother like this awoke a rage in her. Her eyes snapped open and she threw herself at him. She caught him off guard and they tumbled to the floor. She straddled him and slammed her fist down on his arm. He dropped the knife. She reached for it and he backhanded her, but she managed to get hold of the knife. He sat up and pushed her backwards. She managed to cut his shoulder but landed on her back. He pounced, pinning her to the floor. He straddled her, gripping her legs with his so she couldn't kick. His hands gripped her wrists and she tried to cut his hands. He squeezed her wrists harder and the knife dropped from her hand. She stopped struggling and tried to catch her breath. Bren looked down at her, anger in his eyes.

"Stupid bitch," he said viciously. "Maybe I should do you right here and teach you a lesson." His hips came down and he pressed against her.

Her eyes grew wide and she panicked. She arched her back and began to buck and struggle. She thrashed underneath him, trying to get away. No, no, no, NO! her mind screamed. Not this! But she couldn't free herself. He was so much stronger than her.

Bren chuckled evilly. "If you stop struggling I might forget about it."

Veronica suddenly went limp. Her breath came in quick gasps as the fear gripped her mind.

Bren looked over at his shoulder. "Hmm, I don't know. That was an awfully nasty cut you gave me." He looked back at her, watching her face.

Her breathing quickened as panic rose in her chest. Her eyes were full of fear.

He leaned over, his face close to hers. "That is the one thing you truly fear, isn't it?"

He was looking into her eyes. Watching every emotion. She stared up into the face of her betrayer. Her mind was panicked and she couldn't think straight. All she could think about was getting out from under him.

Bren leaned back still not letting her go. "Even if I wanted to I couldn't. Not yet anyway. Valren would be… displeased." Bren watched her face a moment and then let her go.

She scrambled out from under him. Backing up until her back hit the chair. Bren stood up and watched her. Her blonde hair fell in her face, her eyes were wide with fear, and her breath was ragged. Her mind slowly cleared. The terror began to melt as she realized he couldn't do anything. Yet.

Bren picked up the fallen knife and then straightened his uniform. He put the knife back in the compartment and grabbed the nightstick.

"Will you be willing to cooperate now?" he asked tapping the nightstick against his thigh.

She swallowed. The fear slowly left her eyes. She stood up. She watched him a moment, trying to calm her racing heart. Then she nodded.

"Good," said Bren nodding curtly. He walked towards her. "Now where were we?"

Spooky: So what did you think? How were the descriptions? Please tell me! I really want to get better! Also please review! It reminds me that I have stories here. XD Until we meet again! Later days!