SHATTERED MEMORIES
CHAPTER 4
Joma's POV
Udzir didn't take well to the dark look I had given earlier, nor was he thrilled about my saliva projectile. And he really hated how I had saved Qullen. There is one thing you need to know about Udzir. Make him mad, and you will be punished.
Needless to say, the torture I endured was terrible. With bullets hitting every square inch of my body, toxic venom of vampires and werewolves gone crazy washing all over me, and capped off by old fashion beat downs, you'd think I'd cry uncle. But the worst form torture was the lies I was being forced to make.
Udzir was showing me pictures of Qullen in pain, her dead, all my friends laying dead or in ashes. Slowly, my own thoughts were replaced with Udzir's. "Yes, Joma. Give into my will. She is nothing, Joma. Qullen is nothing!" "Yes, Udzir. You are right. She is nothing compared to me."
You know what the worst part of saying that was? For about a minute, I actually believed what I had said. Then, somehow, I remembered what I had said to her on my last sentence to her; {no matter what I say or think, I will ALWAYS love you.} That memory sparked my love for her, and once again, I started to feel Udzir's grip loosen.
But he wasn't taking any chances on me this time. Seeing as he never had to sleep, he was keeping a 24/7 watch on me. And somehow (probably the mind control liquid,) he could always tell what I was feeling. So when he found out that his grip had slipped, he looked thoroughly enraged.
"Joma, I am very angry at you. I would have assumed by now that you would understand that my side is better. I offer you everything; power, respect, a clearer mind and sharper sense of focus then you could ever hope to achieve. And you still resist me!" With each word, I felt my will becoming stronger and stronger. "You do realize what the word 'assume' makes, right?" When he didn't answer, I replied, "to assume is to make an a** out of u and me." I then spit at him again.
As you could guess, this comment enraged him to the point of wanting to rip my head off. His eyes seemed to be a shade of purple. His face definitely was. His voice was laced with a tone of death. "Is that so, Joma? Well then, maybe I should give up on this lost cause!" And with that, he snapped his fingers, the lights came on, and I found out where I was. I was in a gas chamber. The thing seemed to be ripped straight from Auschwitz, and a deep, ingrown sense of fear ran down my spine.
"I assume you will have 3 minutes, based on how Zane has created you." With that, he walked out of the room. "It's too bad your friends won't be here to see your demise," he said over a PA system. Then I heard the faint sound of a boom, and suddenly, the lights went out.
Udzir seemed confused. He tried turning the power back on, but no success. He also tried calling the power plant to see what had happened, but all he got was static. "At least I have my ace in the hole," he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a power card. "It will take a little longer, but the effect will be much more gruesome."
He started to cackle as he inserted the card, and I heard the barley audible hiss of the gas seeping into the room. He was still laughing as he opened the door to walk out. "Sorry I can't stay, but I have other N.W.O. matters to atten-" But his sentence was cut off as he fell to the ground, unmoving. Then, I heard another boom, this time much closer, and someone talking in my head. [I told you I would never give up on trying to find you.]
Even through the gas that was slowly melting my insides and decaying my skin, I recognized the voice. {Qullen,} I managed, before the pain finally caught up with me. {It's too late. I'm dead.} [DO NOT THNIK LIKE THAT! I DIDN'T RISK MY AND EVERYONE ELSES LIVES JUST TO LET YOU DIE! NOW WHERE ARE YOU?] {Torture ward, #4583} I barely managed to comprehend to her. [JUST HOLD ON! I'M COMING!] {Hurry….} was all I could think, before the coldness of death cut off my functioning. The last thing I saw was a silhouette in the doorway, before I closed my eyes, and drifted away.