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Disclaimer: I do not, and never will own Jimmy Neutron. So sad.
Another day. Another new torture punishment. A scream of pain ripped through my throat and echoed in the darkness, leaving my body weak and my breath ragged; gasping for air. This one left my arms, chest and neck all bloody and scraped with deep gouges. I hung my head down in tiredness from the wall I was strapped to.
Finally, the pain turned over to numbness and I sighed in relief at the moment it chose to take over. Moments passed with no torture and suddenly the door to the chamber opened and two guards with heavy masks on came in, their boots clunking on the metal ground.
My eyes closed, I felt them undo the straps holding my arms, legs, and waist to the wall and I fell with a sickening thud to the floor. The contact of my body hitting the ground hurt and I groaned in pain. But it didn't hurt as much as when the guards gripped my arms and hauled me up. My arms felt like they would rip out of their sockets and I yelped, but felt better as the numbness seeped into all my joints and cuts and bruises.
The guards each wrapped an arm around me and lifted me off the ground, my feet dragging. They walked me down a series of tunnels, and I kept my eyes half open, watching. Watching the walls. Watching every door that passed by. I vaguely wondered how many people were prisoner here. That thought fleeted instantly.
The first few months or so I had held on to a little hope of someone rescuing me. I memorized the route from all the places they took me down the dark hallways, a light bulb dimly shining down ever seventy five feet or so.
Finally coming to my own cell, they opened the door gracefully and threw me in where I crumpled against the ground in the middle of the room. My joints cracked and I took in a sharp breath of sudden pain.
"Thanks so much," I mumbled bitterly as they gruffly closed the door behind me and I heard the locks fall into place.
Sighing, I felt the coldness of the ground seep into my right cheek, and I closed my eyes.
Here I am again, a voice that resembled myself murmured in the back of my head, This is where I will always be until I tell them where Jimmy is. Or die.
I shifted my eyes up to my bed. I hadn't slept on it for the past two months. Basically the reason was simple; I couldn't get up there anymore. When it hurt to move, I didn't waste my energy. The pat two months had been more torturous than the first ten. So, I slept on the cool concrete, and dreamed of happier times. Of other people.
There was nothing to do in solitary confinement. Nothing but think. Sure, I had tried to think of ways of escaping, but no luck had been thrown my way. And the few times I escaped from the guards, the week of torture that came after I was caught, only moments later, was crucifying. Those times were the ones when I really thought they would kill me. But sadly, they didn't. It's a pity.
What seems like maybe a couple hours later, there was a knock on the door. I dreaded that it was torture time already and I cringed, trying to mentally prepare myself.
My face wasn't towards the door, so I waited for the person to get in my view. If they wanted me to look at them, they would have to respect my pain and come into my view. Imbeciles.
I saw the small heels of the psychiatrist, and rolled my eyes to myself. Great.
Her heels tapped the concrete as she walked over to her usual sitting place; my bed. I looked up at her from the floor.
She sweetly pushed her glasses up on her nose and smiled sadly at me.
There was silence while we just stared at each other.
Finally, she broke the silence. She always did.
"You know you could end all this pain and torture if you just told us where he was," she said sweetly. I was coming to despise her voice with great pain. It was like a child wailing. Now, that was pure torture. She could possibly talk me to death. I happily awaited that day.
I shifted my eyes to her butt sitting perfectly on my bed. I squinted my eyes and glared at her.
"You're messing up my bed," I spoke slowly, my voice dark and cracked from not ever talking.
She blinked and lost her smile, "I'll fix it when I leave." She titled her head slightly, her black hair falling over her shoulder. She knew I didn't sleep on my bed anymore. But she wasn't here to argue with me.
I left it at that and shifted my eyes back to the floor.
Silence filled the room once again. I could feel her sad stare on my face, but I dared not look at her.
"Cindy," she finally said, her voice ringing through the cell, "I know it's early for me to come, but I felt you should see this."
I didn't give her the appreciation of looking. I continued to stare at the ground near her feet. What was she? Size four? Five maybe? She was such a small runt of a thing. I didn't think she could run very fast with those feet.
"We still don't have any idea where James Neutron is but…." Her voice paused. The but caught me and I willed myself not to look at her. But my body wouldn't listen to my mind. I glanced up at her as she finished her sentence.
"This came in over satellite by an anonymous source. I thought maybe you would like to see it and think about…err..certain feelings you are hiding."
I blinked. She was holding up a picture of a face I knew oh so well. I felt my body go rigid and composed myself quickly. It was…it was him! I felt my stomach start to roll and I warned it to quiet down. I couldn't stop my mouth from dropping slightly, in complete daze. I hadn't seen him in a whole year or so, and seeing his handsome face, and ice blue eyes made me long to see him in real life.
I blinked, completely enchanted by this gift she was giving me. It wasn't until a moment later when my eyes looked to his side and saw him linked arms with a blonde haired girl, who was laughing. The smile on his face was torture as I saw that glint in his eye that I knew this girl was something special.
I felt my stomach drop and I forced myself to look away from the photo.
"Why did you bring that here?" I rasped to the psychiatrist, "I don't understand why you would want to show me."
"Because Cindy," she said softly, "I suspect there is more going on than just a scientist-experiment relationship." My eyes met hers and she titled her head again, "And I just wanted to let you know that things are never as they seem. That what seems like a good relationship usually turns out to be one sided."
I felt my stomach start to hurt, and I suddenly felt the urge to throw up. But there was nothing to throw up, since they rarely ever fed me anything but stupid medicines that they thought would get me to tell. Luckily Neutron had tapped into my immune system and prepared it for chemicals like those.
I looked at the wall that was visible under the bed, behind her feet. "You should leave," I hissed.
She was silent, completely taken aback.
"W-what?" She stumbled at the rudeness I was showing more than usual.
I looked back up at her face, and locked eyes on hers. I felt bitterness fill me up suddenly.
"For some reason you got it stuck in your puny little head that I have feelings for Neutron, for whatever sick reason. What sort of relationship I have with him is no less than experiment relationship with their creator. He made me for who I am today, and I will keep his secret and honor all that he did to make me the way I am. It was my fault that I got caught, and I have no regrets about anything." The last words hissed off my tongue and I clenched my jaw shut, anger running its course through my body. If only I could stand and give her a piece of my mind.
Her mouth was open by the time I was done. After a few moments, she composed herself.
"That's fine Cindy," she said slowly, and looked at me pityingly, "I'm glad you feel that way. It will make things easier for the days to come."
I narrowed my eyes at her.
She stood up, her hands running down her pencil straight skirt, and picked up her clipboard and picture. She reached into her skirt pockets and retrieved some tacks, in which she walked to the wall that was in my eyesight and hung it on the wall. I stared in horror. How could she leave something like that in my cell? How dare she?
I breathed out heavily.
"Goodbye Cindy, I will see you soon enough," she said crisply as she exited the room and I heard the locks click into place once again.
"Dammit Jimmy," I mumbled, my face rubbing against the bloodstained floor from my bleeding wounds.
I glanced back up at the picture she had hung. He was incredibly attractive, his short hair flipping forwards. And his eyes. Oh those eyes that could enchant any girl.
My gaze shifted over to the girl and my worst nightmare was confirmed. I had been replaced. I had never meant anything to him at all. I closed my eyes, only to find tears seeping out from my lids.
