Disclaimer: Standard still applies.
A/N: -cries- Where have all my reviewers gone? For the past three chapters the only person who has reviewed is luvnumb3rs. I want others to review ... Please.
Or is my story so horrible that a bunch of you quit reading it?
And I am sorry for the late update. But Thanksgiving was two days ago and so I was busy with that and writing other stories.
But on some great news my cousin is out of the hospital! She got out on Thanksgiving. The stupid doctors said that she was only going to be in there for 5 days, but she was in there for 10!
'Twas her 7th major surgery in 4 years!
And she's only 18!
I'm just glad that she is better.
And one more reason for the late update - was not letting me upload anything last night.
On with the story! Tally-ho!

Tirry walked into the air conditioning and looked around. He waved to Max Vivi as he walked up to him. "Hello Max."

"Mathew Charles. Great to see you again." He paused, "I'd like you to meet my friend Frank." He waved to a man, who walked up next to Tirry, "Hey, Frank. This is Mathew Charles Don. Mathew Charles this is Frank Haley."

"Nice to meet cha' M.C." Frank said, shaking Tirry's hand.

Max turned to Tirry, "Oh. Do you mind if Frank calls you M.C.?"

"No not at all." Tirry smiled, "I was actually hoping to get a hammer here ..."

Frank chuckled. "M.C. Hammer. Hey, M.C., mind if I call ya Hammer?"

Tirry shrugged, "That will be fine."

Max grinned, "Ah, the nicknames that Frank gives people stick and everyone calls them by that. So, if you let him call you Hammer, then everyone will know you as Hammer."

Tirry nodded, grinning. "That would be just fine." It'd be a better cover. "So, where are your hammers?"

"In back, to the left." Max said, as Tirry nodded his thanks and went in back.

There were so many hammers to choose from, but it didn't really matter to him. He just needed a hammer for Charlie. He grabbed the cheapest one and walked up front, "Hey, where could I get a lot of ice?"

Max raised an eyebrow, "Lot of ice, what for?"

"My fridge broke." Tirry sighed, "I've got a bunch of coolers already and I've already ordered a new fridge. Now all I need is a lot of ice."

"Try the gas station n' the bar." Frank voiced up. "They should have enough ice for ya."

"Alright. I'll try that." Tirry paid the amount of money for the hammer and left to go and get lots of ice.

Charlie opened his eyes when he heard the noise. He stared at the person in confusion, "Dr. Roland?"

"Hello, Charlie." Dr. Roland smiled, sitting down next to the math professor, "How are you holding up?"

Charlie blinked, "I'm trying to stay strong. Till Donnie comes ... but now that you're here I don't have to do, right? You can get me out of here." He stared up the doctor, awaiting an answer.

The doctor sighed and shook his head, "Sorry, Charlie. I can't do that. But I did bring someone who wants to see you. And I know you want to see her."
Out of the shadows came Charlie's mom. He stared at her, drinking in the sights of his diseased mother. "How?" He swallowed, "Am I dead?"

She shook her head and sat down next to Dr. Roland, she had tears in her eyes, "Oh, Charlie. It hurts to see you like this."

Charlie looked from the doctor to his mom, "Wh-What's going on?"

"Think." Margaret said, "You know the answer. I know you do."

Charlie thought about it. He wasn't dead. Unless they had lied to him. But Dr. Roland wasn't dead, right? How could Dr. Roland see his mom? How could he see them? It just didn't make any sense, "I-I don't know." He was almost crying, "Mom, my mind. It's - I'm. Mom, I'm crazy. I see things sometimes." He paused, "Neither of you are here. I'm hallucinating." The two of them nodded. "This is. No. I want to be strong, if I see you, then I'm not strong." His voice cracked.

Margaret reached out to Charlie, but stopped herself before she could actually touch him, "It wouldn't do either of us any good if I went to hug you, baby. I'm not really here."

"I wish I wasn't really here." Charlie said softly. He closed his eyes. He didn't want to see them anymore. "Go away." He said to himself. He was openly crying now. It hurt too much to see his mom. She wasn't there. She would never be there, not ever again.

He heard something before he drifted into darkness. It was his mom's voice, "Everything is going to alright. I love you, Charlie. And I miss you."

He woke up later, freezing. He was numb. He'd never been this cold before. He looked down toward his body. It was a pale blue. He didn't know his skin could look like that while he was alive. He looked closer at his body and noticed that he was surrounded by ice. Lots of ice.

"Sorry Chuck," Tirry said when he noticed that Charlie was awake, "But we've got to do two tortures today. Cold and heat." He shrugged, "That alright with you?"

Charlie's teeth where chattering, "N-N-No-o."

"Too bad." Tirry smiled, "You seem cold enough, yeah? I'll be right back." He went upstairs quickly.

10.641592653589 + seeing two people who aren't there + ice
10.641592653589 + 2 + 1 is 13.641592653589

Charlie looked down at his body again. He sighed. At least the ice had stopped the blood flow from his wounds.

He saw something from the corner of his eyes, he turned his head slowly, painfully. "No. You can't be here! You can't!" He yelled at his brother, "You can't see what he does to me!" He closed his eyes when he saw that Don was walking closer.

13.641592653589 + Don
13.641592653589 + 1 is 14.641592653589

He did the math in his head, when he opened his eyes again, Don was gone. He let out a sigh of refleif. But then he heard another noise. Not another hallucination! Charlie turned his head and saw Tirry smiling down at him with something in his hands. He blinked up at the man.

"The only bad thing about this is that you won't feel it right away, due to the ice. But in time you will. It will be horrible pain too."

Charlie realized what he was holding. "A pot?"

Tirry nodded. "It holds 4 gallons of water."

"W-water?" Charlie asked, confused.

"Boiling water." Tirry's eyes widend in delight as he started to pour it over Charlie and the ice.

Tirry was right, Charlie didn't feel anything. He was still numb from the ice. But he knew that when he would regain feeling that he would be hurting from the burn. The burn that didn't show up other than it would make his skin red with heat. He watched as the ice melted. Charlie also knew that the ice and the water would make the dirt floor mud, and he tried to think of a way to use that to his advantage.

Charlie looked around and saw that Tirry was gone. He tried to shrug. At least he was alone now.

14.641592653589 + 4 galons of boiling water
14.641592653589 + 4 is 18.641592653589
18.641592653589 + one more day of torture
18.641592653589 + 1 is 19.641592653589

He knew that he had to stay strong. He knew that Don and the other's where looking for him. They were right? Or was his hallucinations trying to tell him that he was all by himself. That he had to save himself. How could he save himself? He was hurt, beaten, broken, and chained down. It hurt just to breath.

It hurt ... Great. Feeling was coming back.

Charlie could tell because the numbness was turning into a stinging.

Ben Tirry looked at his fridge. He had ordered a new one. It was due to come in a few days. So, before he installed the new one, he'd take his new hammer and break the old one.

He listened closely and smiled. He had left the opening to the basement open, so that he could hear Charlie. He seemed to be talking to himself, and moaning in pain. Tirry grinned. Charlie was breaking easily.

He glanced at his hammer, tomorrow would be blunt.

Tirry looked at his watch. Hm. Maybe he'd just get all the basics over with in one day. Blunt and sharp. He'd probably to sharp first, then when he did blunt, he could aim for the cuts.

Tirry got up when he heard his microwave beep. The popcorn was done.

Charlie's stomach growled. He smelt popcorn. He looked around and saw that he didn't have his slice of bread and glass of water anywhere. He hadn't eaten in days, because his bread and water kept getting messed up.

He noticed that the latch was open, he could see light. That was why he could smell the popcorn. He had to hope that Tirry would hear him, that Tirry would listen.

"Tirry." he pleaded, "Y-You haven't given me my b-bread." It was quiet, "I-I'm hungry. P-Please."

Tirry heard him and he could have jumped for joy, hearing the younger man beg.

"T-Tirry. Please. I-I'm... P-Please." Charlie moaned.

"If you'd shut up." Tirry replied as he got up and grabbed a slice of bread and a small glass of water. He slowly went down into the darkness.

He put the bread and water down, just out of Charlie's reach. "There you go, you idiot."

Charlie stared up at him.

"That's right. You're in idiot." Tirry grinned, "The great Chuck Eppes that I know wouldn't have let me drug him and bring him here in the first place. He would have already calculated a way to deafeat me. You are nothing now. That's why no one has come to save you. You don't matter to them. You have used up your function as a genius. They realized that you became an idiot, so they've moved on." Tirry turned and left his words soak into the young genius. He closed the hatch when he left, then he started eating his popcorn again.

Charlie closed his eyes as tears began to fall. Tirry was right. No one was coming for him. He knew that now. He was an idiot. He was nothing. He was a nobody. Except to Tirry. To Tirry he was a form of amusement. He brought Tirry joy.

Charlie knew he was sick when he thought that at least he could make Tirry happy, before he faded away.