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NOTES:
I just want to say thank you to everyone who has taken the time to review this story. Also thank you so much for the likes and follows. It's definitely helping me to keep going, although this story does seem to want to get out of my head at the moment and be written - which is why this chapter is finished ahead of my usual schedule.
I will try to keep to weekly updates. However, as my work hours have increased plus my other self employed work starting up I may find it a bit tricky.
Anyways, I really hope you like Chapter 8. Which I am adding additional warnings too...
WARNINGS:
Mention of physical torture.
Tissue Warning.
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Chapter 8: Nightmare.
Virgil knew he was dreaming, but the nightmare world the Hood had promised him still seemed so real. He and his family hadn't been here in 15 years, not since that day that had taken their mother from them, and now here he was, experiencing that day again.
The dream began with Virgil standing on the slopes, he was watching the families, who were all oblivious to him, skiing joyfully, without a care in the world. As he continued to glance around Virgil caught sight of three boys, helping their mom and dad teach their two youngest brothers how to ski. Although, the younger two both seemed more satisfied with throwing snow at each other than the actual skiing. The family all looked so content, unaware that tragedy was about to strike.
Virgil looked up at the top of the mountain, he could see someone standing up there, with their eyes transfixed on the young boys playing happily with their parents. Virgil realised immediately who the man was and what was about to happen. He turned towards the family, his family, and yelled at them to run but they couldn't hear him, no one did. He was merely a spectator, unable to help, unable to stop the tragic events from occurring.
As the avalanche began, Virgil watched in horror as he saw his mother and father look up and see the snow beginning to fall. He saw his dad dart for the youngest two, swooping them into his arms and running for safety. He saw Scott and John heading in the same direction. Then he saw something he had forgotten in the trauma, something he had wiped from his memory, now that memory was being forced back to the surface and he was being made to relive it once more.
He saw his younger self running next to his older brothers, but then he slipped and fell forwards, he then saw his mother and Scott stop, turn and yell his name. He heard his mother tell Scott to keep running, while she ran back towards him and pulled him up into her arms. She started to run once more but it was too late. Virgil saw the look of fear and shock in his dad and his brother's eyes as the snow hit his mother and his younger self, and the others who had been unfortunate to be caught in the avalanche's grasp.
Virgil began to feel the fear of his mother, he could feel the snow and the freezing cold ice cutting through her body like a knife. He could feel her body shudder with the coldness as she tried desperately to protect her child's life.
Virgil felt the tears coming to his eyes as he saw people digging for any survivors. Then he heard a woman shout for help saying that she had found someone. He saw other people rush over and pull his younger self from the snow, he saw someone wrap a blanket around him and then pass him carefully to a waiting medic. He saw his dad and his brothers run over to him in relief that all he had sustained was a concussion and some possible side effects from the cold.
He then saw them turn to their mother, who had been placed on a stretcher, she was being attended to by another medic. Virgil then saw his father rush to his wife's side and grasp her hand, begging her to keep fighting, begging her to live, and then finally he saw his mother look up into his dad's eyes before taking her final breath, as she left their world forever.
Virgil backed away from the scene that was unfolding, unable to take the pain anymore. As he moved away everything began spinning around him. He then found himself once again standing on the slopes, the families all around him skiing happily without a care in the world.
"No, no, no, no!" Virgil cried. "Not again!"
He looked up and he could see the Hood looking towards him laughing. Virgil dropped down onto his knees and buried his head in his hands.
"Oh God… Please stop!" The tears were now falling freely down Virgil's face, as the Hood continued his menacing laugh.
"Scott! Please. Please Scott! Help me!"
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"Scott!" Virgil screamed out, suddenly coming to.
Virgil felt the tears flowing down his face. He could feel the sweat from the nightmare on his body and the beating of his heart in his chest. He breathed in and out, desperately trying to calm himself down but to no avail. Noticing that he was once again alone in the room and no longer hooked up to the IV. Virgil, anxious to free himself, struggled against the ropes that still held him tightly to the table but every time he did, just like before, the ropes tightened and dug into his skin. Abandoning his struggle, Virgil looked at the table which had been set up next to him, he could see that the table was now ready for his torture to begin. He glanced straight ahead and saw that a camera had been set up ready to capture his torment. After a short while, Virgil heard some men talking to the Hood as they entered the room. Virgil closed his eyes and listened.
"So, what's next boss?" He heard one of the men say.
"Now the tape is ready I want you to make sure that the fire marshal at the metals foundry receives it. When they discover that it is a locked message for International Rescue, they will no doubt contact them and then when they have seen it, they will contact us." Virgil heard the Hood reply.
"Why not contact them directly?" Virgil heard another man ask.
"Because you imbecile, as I mentioned earlier my plan is working much better than I expected. International Rescue have already made an announcement saying they are out of action for the unforeseeable future, it seems that the suspected death of his son over there has hit Jeff Tracy harder than I expected." The Hood continued, "now, I want you to get that boy ready for when they do contact us and make sure that tape is sent."
"Yes sir," the men replied.
Virgil heard the Hood leave the room. He then heard the men starting to walk towards him. Virgil's eyes shot open as he felt one of the men gagging him. He looked around and saw six men surrounding the table he was on. Four of them held him down while the two other men untied the ropes. Virgil, fought to free himself, but it was hopeless, and the men just tightened their grips. Once he was untied, the men lifted him up, forced his arms up into the air and tied his wrists together, then they bound his wrists to a long restraint that hung from the ceiling. They then forced him painfully onto his knees and chained his ankles to some floor restraints. Laughing at his predicament as they did so. Then finally, to Virgil's horror one of the men picked up a small knife that had been placed on the torture table and walked up to Virgil's chest. Virgil gulped trying to keep his obvious fear at bay. The man let out a mocking laugh and grabbed Virgil's International Rescue top and cut it off him. The man then placed the knife back on the table and signalled to the other men to follow him. They turned from Virgil and left the room, taking his shredded top with them and locking the door behind them.
When the men had finally left, Virgil tried to free himself once more, but found there was no escape. Glancing ahead at the camera and then at the torture table, Virgil felt his body shudder at the now cold room. He felt exhausted, dirty and frightened for his life. Most of all, he felt utter rage, rage at what the Hood had done to his mother, and to his family. At the loss and pain, he knew that his dad and brothers were feeling. At the shock, anger and fear they would all have when the Hood revealed that he was still alive. Then their terror as the Hood tortured him and finally killed him in front of them. He didn't want his brothers, his dad, his gran, hell, any of them experiencing that.
'Oh God!' Virgil thought to himself as he once more felt the tears begin to cascade down his face. 'Please let this nightmare end!'
