Hey guys! So this is a rather dark chapter. (So be warned if really dark twisted things bother you) It might not be that twisted for you guys, but it was surprisingly hard for me to write…(well, just a little bit hard to write…)

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Chapter 5

G staggered as he moved further from Sam, the multitude of injuries he had endured - including the mystery drug in his system - caused him to walk more like a drunkard than the stealthy agent he normally was. The pain in his thigh burned with each uneasy step and as Callen stumbled onward he couldn't help but think his leg might actually be on fire. "Stupid drug," G muttered to himself, eyes avoiding looking down at the source, afraid to look and see flames shooting out of the heart of his most recent wound. Callen had to keep his head on straight. He couldn't afford to lose reality until the Trickster was apprehended. Only when his mission was completed could G allow himself to given into the drug. He had to keep moving, despite the pain and growing fear.

As Callen passed through the walls of hanging plastic searching for the enemy his piercing blue eyes struggled to remain focus. Already his vision was bouncing from nameless drug among the other harsh things his body had been put through.

Callen sucked in a sharp breath when he tripped over his own feet, it was dumb luck that he managed to catch himself on a wall, half inside the building half staring out a space where a window should have been. His blue eyes widened and his heart thudded noticeably harder in his chest. Gripping the wall Callen turned and placed his back firmly against it. Not wanting to somehow lose his balance and fall three stories to the sidewalk below. He'd already been hit by a car and shot by his partner: twice. Falling out of a building would be a bit excessive.

Blinking forcefully G scanned the room again as he leaned his shoulders, bullet graze and all, painfully against the wall for support. Slowly Callen thought that he should consider pulling out his weapon to ready himself for a confrontation with the unseen enemy. However G feared he might act as unpredictably as Sam had and start shooting at everything that moved or made a sound. Callen was too afraid of the collateral damage he might inflict if he wasn't thinking clearly with a weapon in his hand.

Still in his current condition there was little hope that Callen could physically take down a newborn kitten, let alone a healthy, clear minded human being. Well, not really a human being, more like a severely twisted bastard.

"Feeling a bit under the weather?" An eerie voice echoed around him, the shadows shifted as if they were alive but Callen made no movement to defend himself. Nothing he saw could truly be trusted; everything around him was a lie. Hell, for all he knew the voice was a figment of his twisted subconscious.

Blinking owlishly again Callen pushed himself off the wall to walk forward, only to have his knees crumble from underneath him, sending him painfully to the ground. With a grunt Callen found himself on his side, unable to move. G felt weak and his head operated as if it had been stuffed with cotton balls of confusion.

Opening his tired eyes a pair of boots suddenly consumed G's vision. Slowly the agent looked up to see a demon looking down at him. Callen's breath hitched and his body flinched back in surprise and defense. His movements felt like he was weighed down by iron chains and submerged underwater. Nothing about it gave G any reason to believe he could fight back, and that scared Callen more than anything.

If he couldn't move he couldn't watch Sam's back. Callen had left his partner handcuffed and unarmed. Vulnerable and open for an attack.

"Look at you, a complete mess." The demon chuckled hollowly, no humor lacing the dark sound as the man squatted down next to Callen's frozen form. "Perhaps I should simply put you out of your misery." But the demon shook his head, "No, I can't ruin this opportunity, it is just too fascinating." In G's muddled mind he could see the expressions of the mask changing, it was terrifying and real. "You see, I am a psychologist and I find fear to be one of the most interesting conditions of the mind. There are so many things to fear…what is it that you fear?" His voice was smooth, almost soothing as he stared down at G through the mask. "I've seen many different people react to my little concoction. Most fear bugs and small things like that. Your friend over there seemed to fear losing control. However you, you seem to be afraid of helplessness."

Callen swallowed thickly, glaring up at the man, "Go…to hell." He managed through nearly paralyzed lips. His body was trembling but unable to move sufficiently enough to attack or defend.

The demon nodded, pulling out a small metal object. "This is my last bit of the drug," The man spoke and reached out with his claw like hands, pushing G onto his back roughly. The agent groaned weakly as his weapon holster dug painfully into his back, already abused from the car hitting him earlier.

"I wonder what an extra dose would do to a man in your condition? With your adrenalin levels this high. How much do you think your heart can handle before it gives out?" The demon quarried, clearly already planning on finding out. "Being frightened to death on Halloween, doesn't that sound a bit poetic?" The demon chuckled darkly as he leaned over Callen.

The downed agent stared up the creature, the man, the suspect. Whatever he was, Callen knew he was the enemy. G wanted to scream, wanted to break his hand against the man's face. It would be worth the added pain and injury, but Callen remained completely still.

As the masked man lowered the dart to G's neck the agent inwardly struggled to get even the smallest movement out of his muscles, but his limbs felt like lead. He couldn't defend himself. Callen couldn't stop this from happening. Was this his fear playing with his mind? Was this even real? Maybe he was alone…maybe he wasn't even conscious. Maybe this wasn't real.

However it was real, and Callen remained still as the second dart pierced his skin and more of the dreaded drug entered his veins.

His body, once silent reacted violently to the foreign substance. Callen's muscles contracted, his body jerking in a seizer like spasm. A scream escaped his lips, though it wasn't from the pain that overwhelmed him. G was helpless, the frustration from being unable to fight back cried out with the shrieking sound escaping passed his pale lips.

Once the twitching faded Callen blinked his eyes open weakly, "Sam…" he whispered, hoping his friend had managed to get free once the drug had fled his system.

"Oh, is that the name of your partner?" Demon asked casually, as if they were old friends chatting about the weather over coffee. "I wonder how you'll react when I slit his throat." The man flashed a shiny blade in front of Callen's wide eyes. Suddenly G found himself struggling to breath, his chest constricted with pain as a powerful panic attack struck him.

The light words, so easily spoken by the deranged man twisted a sharp blade of fear into Callen's heart. It thudded painfully in his chest causing G to scream again once he managed to inhale enough air. His breathing went back to quick painful gasps as he struggled once more to move, his body only able to make weak flailing movements.

The mask the man wore seemed to smile, "Ah, I see this upsets you. I am afraid there is nothing you can do to stop me. Your fear will hold you here as I run this knife across his throat. The blood will poor out of his body and all you will only be able to do is watch and listen as he drowns in his own warm blood."

Tears sprung to Callen's eyes, escaping down his pale cheeks as he stared up at the man. His body twitched again as his heart raced at unnatural speeds. "No," he managed to whisper as he struggled to breath again. "D…don't…"

"I must, you two have seen my true face." The demon spoke, voice once again soothing as he reached his hand out and ran it through Callen's short hair. "I do wish we could have spent more time together…" Standing the man tilted his head looking down at Callen, "When I'm finished I will come back and end this for you." He promised, before disappearing from sight.

G couldn't stand it, unable to suck in a proper breath he struggled weakly against the invisible bindings of fear surrounding him, "Sam…" he managed to scream again, hearing the other man's muffled protest before the gagging started. "No…" Callen cried, tears rolling down his face from his too bright eyes. "S…am…"

Okay, so that's it for now. I'm going to start working on the third chapter of The Second Sight. I've been so obsessed with finishing this story that I've been neglecting my others!

Tell me what you think! Or if you have any requests. I have a pretty good idea of where I want to take this now, but I'm open to suggestions. (I can't say I'll always take them, but it doesn't hurt for you to try!) I write for you guys as much as I write for myself!

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