Jesse was frozen in place, horrified. "No…no, I tried…I tired to…"
"To what?" hissed Witson, "Huh, to stop? You tried to stop it! You didn't even consider to try!"
Jesse was about to speak again, but the door to the lab opened and a younger version of himself with an elder man walked in.
The man was short and chubby, with rosy cheeks that came more from hitting the bottle then anything else. He was balding and had dirty teeth and wrinkled skin. While he didn't really look like a monster, to Jesse he was Satin.
"Now Jesse, you know what I want you to do right?" He said in a false cheery voice that always made Jesse sick.
The younger Jesse just nodded. He swallowed hard and went up to the boy on the table. The boy, for his part, wasn't panicking. He just stared at Jesse, a silently pleading in his eyes. Jesse couldn't look at the eyes anymore. "I'm sorry," he choked, "I don't have a choice…" The young Jesse shut his eyes and placed his hands on the boys face…
"Please don't make me watch this. Not again…it wasn't my fault…you need to understand…." Jesse said begging.
"Shut up," Witson snapped, and shoved Jesse.
Jesse placed his hands on the boys face and then began to phase. With in a minuet Jesse had phased his hands through the boys face and began to phase throw the bon on his scalp. The man came up and inserted something into the boy's scalp, then addressed Jesse, "You did very well, come now." The younger Jesse pulled his hands out of the boy and looked at them with disgust. The boy on the tabled no longer looked like a human. He looked like something out of night of the living dead.
"No, I didn't have a choice!" Jesse yelled, tears in his eyes. "They didn't give me a choice!"
Jesse was pushed to his knees in the strange room. "There is always a choice! You could have said no, stopped it! Hell you could have phased through the floor! In stead you helped them to break my skull open, and insert that chip! Now, every time I use my course it is more pain then even your little freak pansoic can deal with. Because of you my life is hell!"
"They would have killed me! I didn't have a choice!" Jesse cried out.
"Yeah, well I don't have one now," Witson said as they returned to the torture chamber. "You know what they're going to do Jesse? Huh, you know why they cut you open?" Witson whispered. "They're going to attach little pads to your lungs, and these little pads are attached to an electric charge. And they are going to zap your lungs while you're in the middle of massing, that's quit painful right?" Witson said as he tapped the area around Jesse's incision. Jesse hissed from the sudden spark of pain.
"However, first," continued Witson, "They're going to have to get to your lungs. Well, how are they going to get to them with your rib cage there? Huh genius? How do you think they're going to get to your lungs?" Witson asked, and when Jesse didn't respond, he pressed on Jess' chest wound, causing Jess to yell. "Answer me! How are they going to get to your lungs!" he shouted as he pressed down harder.
"Break!" Jesse yelled; his eyes shut tight and tearing from the pain. "The only way is to break my ribs," he gasped out, and Witson stopped pressing on the wound, staring down at Jesse with a smug look.
"That's right Jesse. They are going to break your ribs, one by one. And I am going to watch, and enjoy every moment of pain. And when they're done, when there done, well, I won't need to worry about you tell me anything. You see you'll be in so much pain, and so weak that your mind will be easy to walk through. I'll I have to do is wait."
Brennan parked off the road just outside the two mile radius that Sanctuary's computer had tracked it to. He was surrounded by woods, and there was no cars coming, no people, nothing.
"Ah, nothing like a hike through the woods, to an enemy base where they're torturing your best friend and sure to out number you. Oh yeah, so glad I ignored Adam's rules. Jesse, I swear to God, you are not going to live this down."
(AN/ I just feel like being sarcastic. Did it work?)
ok, so it's short, and full of type-os. oh well, meh. i'm just going to stop here for now, i'll write more in a few days, buti have this nice new story that's more fun at the moment. sniker, sniker. it's only got like two or three more chaps anyway, so i have to drag it out.