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Chapter 12: The real monster
As I slept, even in my dreams I was unable to move, like I was being constricted by him again. My lungs felt as though they were being crushed under the wait of my own remorse, squeezed every time I attempted to take in another breath. The feeling was too real to be my own imagination, taking advantage of my weakness, kicking me while I was down. I opened my eye's, catching a glimpse of light that moved in a curving motion, as if swinging from the ceiling. As it brightened the room lit up, revealing to me that I was tied to an execution table. The constriction on my chest was really the tightening of the leather straps to hold me down, which means that the person that tied me up...was still in the room.
"So... Do you take pleasure in killing?" called a voice from the shadows. Footsteps came from the corner of the room, the sound of chains rustling followed near. The presence took a hold of the swinging light and illuminated its face, appearing to be Jet, the large teen from when I first arrived to this world.
"I know what you did to him, you sick bastard. We won't let you get away with this... I won't let you get away with this." He said as he equipped himself with a furnace mask.
"What are you talking about? Where am I? Why am I here?!" I cried as I struggled to get free. The straps tightened around my wrists causing me to scream in pain.
"You won't get free, I tightened them in a special way. The more you struggle and squirm, the tighter they get, I call it the boa constrictor knot, and from the looks of it your pretty good at squirming. Anyway back to the point at hand, I know what you did to Ricky, and what you've been trying to do all along."
I began to cry in confusion, I was sick of all this shit happening to me, I wanted to die and leave it all behind. Jet moved to the other side of the room and started tweaking with the knobs of a mechanical contraption, then reached to the back of it and pulled out a long tube. As he reached the end of the tube he took hold of a strangely shaped mechanism, it was hidden by the darkness but it looked as though it had a trigger.
"We found out about your abnormal regeneration, but lets see if its faster than my torch." As he held down the trigger a sharply figured blue flame emitted from the tip of the nuzzle. The blasting force gave off intense heat that I could feel over a meter away.
I began to scream in fear as he approached my with the roaring flame, franticly moving my body, which only made the straps tighten even more. The flame hit the surface of my chest and cut through my skin so easily it was like I was made of butter. The pain was unbearable, unlike anything I've ever endured before, the worst part was knowing that it didn't even penetrate to my bone...yet. Jet began to drag it across my chest, cutting through the layers of skin blocking its path like a sharpened dagger.
Suddenly a fire alarm started to screech, the alerter set a spiralling red beam off in the room. Giving me a sense of reassurance as he pulled away with the blow torch, dimming the flame and cutting the power. "What the fuck is going on?!" he demanded before trenching out of the room, leaving me strapped to the table in a room resembling an asylum surgical office.
A few minutes passed, each second I spent trying to regain my strength and relax my muscles. The scar across my chest finally began to ease, but the burning sensation still lingered deep in my chest. A thought came to my mind, what exactly did he mean when he said I had "Regeneration". At that moment another burning sensation conjured in my chest, but it felt different to the torch, like it was pulling together rather than ripping apart. As I looked down I soon realised that my open wound began to ceil itself, as if I was... regenerating.