Time: 10:04
Well, I should be doing homework...but I can't do homework when a story idea is running through my mind. :P Well... there is a guest appearance in this chapter! Oh yeah! Guess who it is! Haha XD
Disclaimer: Don't and never will own Jimmy Neutron.
The same torture, only with electricity. My entire body strapped to the wall as I shook repulsively. They had cut slits in my skin, making me look like bloody holey cheese. In these holes they stuck wires, connecting one hole to another. I was a ticking time bomb of torture as the guards used me as target practice. They raised their energy guns, blasts of the highest volt possible shooting at me. Making connections with the body would do severe damage, but if contacted with the wires, it would travel deeper into my skin.
Now, the guards were getting bored of the little game that had no end. My head hung down, my panting being heard throughout the entire room. My entire 'prison outfit' was scorched and I had ugly burn marks from where the wires that had been hit, had entered my body. Basically every hole over my arms, chest, and legs were burn marks and open wounds.
I felt my insides crying as I knew these would be torture to heal, if they ever did. And if they did, they would be repulsive to anyone who looked at me. Fine, let them look away. Let them fear me. Let them thing awful things about me. They still won't get my information.
The guards hauled me from the wall, and caught me this time before I fell to the concrete again. I silently thanked them for that. The dragged me down the hallway once more towards my cell, and I closed my eyes.
I heard a curse emit from one of the guards, underneath his heavy metal mask. Instinctively, I opened my eyes and was overcome with the color of red. The light bulbs that hung every seventy-five feet or so were bathed in red, casting our eerie shadows along the wall in the color of blood. I tilted my head slightly, trying to figure out what was going on. Was it a malfunction in the system?
The guards footsteps echoed as they quickened their pace and got me to my cell faster than usual.
"Good job boys, you managed to beat your last time. That deserves a reward." I muttered as they threw me in and slammed the door behind me, locking it instantly. I listened as their footsteps turned to running and ultimately disappeared all together.
My body having fallen on my back, I stared at the ceiling. They must be late for training or something else. Maybe they missed a mandatory breakfast date. I tried to get myself to crack a smile, but there was no emotion left in me. There hadn't been for a whole year.
Slowly, my eyes started to close, and I gave into sleep. My dreams were the one place I could go for comfort, a place that I knew wouldn't pressure me on Jimmy's whereabouts. He probably wasn't even there anymore, if I knew him. A year would have given him time to move his lab into a new location and safely conduct more experiments. I felt my heart warm at the thought, knowing he was safe and out of harm, unlike me.
When I woke up, I didn't know what time it was, but I knew I hadn't slept long because my body was protesting from staying in one position for so long on the cold concrete. I guess maybe I had dozed for an hour or so. That was better than a usual night's sleep. If you can imagine, I don't get much sleep here. The guards come at any time they feel like torturing me and just take me out of my cell.
It was eerily silent, as it always was. I felt my eyelids close again, and tried to move my body into a more comfortable position, but it hurt so much that I gave up, my breathing ragged from the energy I had just wasted.
As my eyelids fluttered again, my hearing picked up on something. I heard the familiar distant clunking of heavy metal boots. I felt my stomach roll and want to throw up. Not again.
I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping it was all a horrible nightmare and the sound would go away.
But as the clunking got louder, I felt my body start to shake. Sure, they did torture me sometimes two to three times a day, but only on good days- as they called them. But they always left me for at least a good five hours or so. Never had they come an hour later and expect me to be able to cooperate.
My blood ran cold. Maybe that was their new tactic. They would continue until I squealed, or died. Maybe they didn't need me anymore. Maybe they had found him on their own and were just going to torture me for the sick fun of it!
My body shaking, I tried to hold my groans in from the pain it was bringing me, when the lock on the door slid out of place and the door swung open swiftly.
I could feel my face bring back my face of pain. I never begged, but this was just plain wrong!
"Please," I rasped, my voice cracked and horrible sounding, "Please don't do anymore."
I could feel the tears start to come from my eyes again. Where were all these tears coming from suddenly?
The guard stepped in, which was strange that there was only one of him, but I didn't note it. I was too worried about my wellbeing.
He closed the door behind him quietly and hurried over to me.
"Please," I felt my voice beg, "Please don't." I felt a few tears escape my eyes.
The guard reached up with both hands and pulled the heavy metal mask from his head, and let it fall to the ground by his feet, the sound of metal on concrete echoing throughout the entire room. My eyes widened, and I felt my heart literally stop.
His radiant blue eyes were filled with emotion as he dropped to his knees by my chest and leaned down, his face taking in the horrible circumstance I was in.
"Cindy!" His voice choked as his eyes locked onto mine, those beautiful, alluring eyes.
Suddenly, I felt his hand on my face, his large, callused hand that brought warmth. His other one brushed back my greasy, chopped hair from my face. I closed my eyes, tears spilling through my eyelids and leaned my face into his inviting hand.
"Jimmy," I heard my voice whisper. There was no possible way this was happening! I was in isolation, millions of miles away from earth. Why in the world was I dreaming something as ridiculous as this?
"Cindy," I heard his deep voice say once again, and I sprung open my eyes. Why won't the dream go away? Did the officials do something to make me hallucinate?
But his face was right there in front of me. His short hair was almost touching my face as he leaned. I felt his fingers pull my right eyelid back momentarily as he checked my sight.
"Okay good," He said, "You can see me. Stop goofing around Vortex, I'm here to get you out!" He pulled back and rested on the heels of his feet in crouching position.
I stayed right where I was lying. Was he for real? My eyes roamed over his sculpted body of a man. Goodness gracious, it had been a long time since I saw him. My dreams were filled with him, yet they never sufficed enough as the real thing.
I could feel the silence around us, and the only thing I could hear breaking the silence was my breathing.
He squinted his eyes and stood up gracefully, like a lion in its den. He had the regal look of power that surrounded him. Well, why not? He was a genius.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked gruffly, and bent over, "Here, I'll help you."
He grabbed my limp arm off the ground and pulled up. I squeezed my eyes shut tight, a few tears of pain escaping. I felt my body sag and he planted his feet on the ground and pulled me up to my feet. I squelched the scream that erupted from within me. Everything felt like falling apart.
I hadn't stood on my own two feet in a while now. Usually, I couldn't. And this time wasn't any different.
My knees locked as my muscles wavered. I saw the ground shooting towards me, and I closed my eyes once more, hoping that maybe I would hit my head and my brains would be spilled everywhere. What? It would be a much better situation for me. I would rather Jimmy see my dead body than see me weak and broken like this.
I felt strong arms grab me and wrap around me, pulling my body back and leaning against him. Against his rock hard chest. Snap out of it Cindy! Try to stand up!
"Yeesh Vortex, what's up with you? We need to hurry to get out of here, if we want out alive."
I didn't even have any strong muscles in my neck, and I felt it loll to one side.
He pulled away from me and looked at my face at arms length. I tried to pull my head up stronger to look at him, and when our eyes met, his were wide with concern.
"C-Cindy," He stammered, his eyes trailed down my neck and over my entire body, the ripped and burnt clothing I was wearing. This was obviously the first time he actually realized what sort of condition I was in.
His mouth dropped slightly as he held me steady with one hand, and his other one reached towards my neck. Carefully, I felt his and touch an open wound on my neck and I cringed at the touch.
Sadness filled his eyes as he pulled my ripped collar away from my shoulder and found more gaping holes from today's earlier torture experiment.
"What." He paused, "What have they been doing to you?"
I felt my eyes lower. If I told him any of the stories, I knew he would never forgive himself for letting me step in front of him that day I was captured instead of him.
His jaw set and I heard him curse under his breath.
Running a hand though his hair, he breathed our heavily. "Okay, change of plans," He said quickly, "I'm getting you out of here myself."
Immediately I felt myself being lifted up as he grabbed me and carried me bridal style. I groaned in pain, and he murmured a sorry and headed towards the door.
I mustered up enough strength to force myself to talk.
"My picture," I rasped.
His eyes looked down at me, the emotions I wasn't quite sure of at the moment. All I could see was his piercing blue, questioning.
"On the wall," I motioned with my eyes, "P-please." Just a little bit of talking was wearing me out.
He knit his eyebrows together and looked around. It wasn't hard to find, since there was nothing else in the entire cell. He walked over with me, grabbed it, ripping the corner. He looked at it curiously, his blue eyes growing hard as he looked at the picture. His strong jaw was set and he handed it to me, putting it in my grasp and closing my fingers around it.
I closed my eyes, gripping the picture with my dear life.
With that, he walked out of the room and started running down the hallway, his footsteps echoing throughout the red stained hallway.
