If you're sensitive to torture or violence, mental and/or physical, turn back now. This will have torture and swearing. It's not as bad in all P.O.V.'s except Jay's; his has extreme violence. I'll even put a big warning sign before that segment begins. You have been warned. On a side note, I'm not sure if this is just me, but does anybody else post a chapter thinking it's going to be great, then when you read it again, it's full of plot holes and mistakes? Eh, whatever, if you do, please tell me, but enough of my blabbering, let's charge onward to torturing the Ninja!

Chapter 8: Living Hell

Kai P.O.V., 2 minutes following "Betrayal": 1:05 P.M.

"Hey! That hurt ya know!" Cole shouted, finally awake after being given a double dose of propofol.

But I didn't blame him; we were all hurt, mentally and physically. We were captured, drugged, and betrayed by our own brother, all within twenty-four hours. At least Lloyd didn't get caught, I thought.

"Do you think I care if you get hurt?" The tiny Nindroid spat. "You would be dead if General Cryptor hadn't given you such mercy! Why, you would probably die slowly at the hands of your own brother!"

"He would never do anything to hurt us! In fact, he was probably just faking it all!" Cole argued, desperate to get away from his merciless captor.

"So you think he's still the same person that you abandoned?" He asked. "No, he has changed, and for the worse; he froze a man's blood three days ago, slowly too. He pleaded for mercy, all the way 'till he froze to death, from the inside out. Took him a little more than half an hour to freeze up."

I tried to summon my element, but it was clear I couldn't. Damn, must've lined this place with vengestone, I deduced.

"Oh, you won't be able to use your powers, not for a long while. We put suppressants into your brain while you guys were out. Keeps you from tapping into you element." B-7-9-1 chuckled darkly. Suddenly, he tilted his head to the side, as if listening for something. It quickly became obvious he was receiving orders from one of his superiors, most likely Cryptor.

"Separate them? Affirmative, over and out," the sentinel abruptly grabbed me by the collar, dragging me like a dog.

A dog, is this what I was now? I contemplated. My thoughts were interrupted, though, when I was thrown against a concrete wall, then bound by frozen cuffs. Another guard peeked in, snickering when he saw my predicament. When the door closed, I realized the door was made of ice, which conjured both good and bad thoughts. What idiots! Why would they make the door out of ice? I'm the fire ninja, for spinjitsu's sake! Then I realized the irony. I had no powers. I recalled what my captor had said. This was why they had suppressed our powers. To make us feel weak, helpless. A cold tingling snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked at my arm, which was slowly becoming pale.

I tried at the cuffs first, attempting to create at least a spark. A flicker appeared, but it went out as fast as I had created it.

My mind recalled to something Zane had told us months ago during an arctic training routine. "Frostbite begins relatively quickly, it only takes -48ยบ for mild frostbite to set in," he had informed us before we left. "So be sure to wear heavy coats and gloves, or at the very least multiple layers of jackets. If not, you are prone to lose and appendage, most likely fingers or toes."

That set my mind straight. I am not going to lose any fingers or toes, and I will get out of here, elemental powers or not.

Cole P.O.V., 15 minutes following "Betrayal": 1:18 P.M.

Did Zane really do those things? If so, can we really trust him anymore? Thoughts raced through my head, but i couldn't process all of them, but they all had the same answer: I'll find out later. I couldn''t bring myself to believe that Zane had done what the tiny droid had said, but what if he was telling the truth? After Kai was dragged away, I didn't really have anyone to talk to, so I just stayed quiet, thinking about a thousand different things. Without warning, the door swung open, revealing Zane. My first emotion was relief, but it was quickly replaced with a kind of fear that only came when you knew you were in big trouble.

"Come here, you're coming with me," Zane announced. He grabbed me by the arm, yanking me towards him.

After a long walk, he shoved me into a room, bound me, and placed me under a suspicious looking platform. Above that was a trapdoor that looked really out of place.

"Zane, what's that for?" I adressed him by name, probably not the best idea.

"To hold some things," he replied curtly. "Have fun lifting."

The platform strated to move down, slowly but surely. I tried at the chains, but they didn't budge. After some time, I was forced to hold up the platform, which I guessed was about twenty-five pounds. In an instant, a circular shape dropped through the trapdoor, landing on top of the platform, adding about five pounds. I looked up, and saw that it was a base for a cake.

I groaned at the increase of weight. "Dammit Zane, really? Cake?!"

"Yes, and it will increase by five pounds every ten minutes for an hour. After, it will be ten pounds per fifteen minutes, and so on. If you can, use your element to create tremors; if you create a strong enough tremor, the platform will break off, and you will be free, assuming you can break the reinforced door," Zane chuckled darkly as he walked out of the observation room, leaving me alone, save the sentry in the surveillance office to my left.

"Hey, you wouldn't mind letting me out, would you?" I asked sheepishly

The guard just stared.

(WARNING WARNING WARNING!!!!)

Jay P.O.V., 1 hour 47 minutes following "Betrayal": 2:50 P.M.

Wake up, you're about to be in trouble.

I jolted awake, expecting to see all my brothers around me, but instead I was welcomed into consciousness with pain. The agony burned into my side, and I realized that my ribs must've been broken. The door opened, and white light flooded in, blinding me. After blinking a million times, I saw Zane, standing there with a duffel bag in his left hand, and a bucket of water in his right. He looked a little surprised when he noticed that I was already awake.

"Well, this is a mild surprise. I was told you wouldn't gain consciousness until three o' clock. Oh well, at least we can get to the torturing part sooner now," he said with a cruel glint in his eyes.

My shock must have been obvious, because he snickered before setting his duffel bag on a surgical tray. When he opened it, it revealed a set of tools, perfect for inflicting pain. He started to walk towards me, picking up a pair of pliers and an iron on his way. Zane grabbed my hand, freezing it instantly. He threw the iron into a fireplace to my left, and grabbed a claw hammer. The process quickly clicked in my head. He lifted the hammer, preparing to strike.

"No. No. Don't do this. Zane, please," I pleaded.

He swiftly struck down, shattering my hand into pieces. Shards of my frozen hand dropped to the ground, breaking even further when it collided with the concrete. The only thing I could do was cry out. Where my hand was, there was only a stump, and blood, lots of blood.

"Relax, just a bit of reconstruction will fix this easily," Zane grumbled. He grabbed a tranquilizer gun, and shot me. Before losing consciousness, I heard Zane say, "Hope he makes it, it'd be a shame if he doesn't."

So this chapter was not thoroughly proofread, nor was this posted with line breaks (I think). I had this huge debate with one of my friends over wether or not the Jay P.O.V. would be T rated friendly, for those of you who read it, but we decided that it was. If you think otherwise, tell me. I'll get rid of it if five people ask me to. I posted this in a rush, just sayin. COOKIES AND CAKE FOR ALL, AND EXTRAS FOR THOSE WHO REVIEW!!!!!!!!,

-Titan's Shadow