Chapter 21

"I want to see my brother," stated Sam, his voice shaking with fear and anger.

"In a minute," replied Nemesis and downed the shot of Brandy. I need to make a phone call first then I may take you to see him.''

"Oh yeah," said Sam. "You're real good at making phone calls aren't you?" He spat the words at Nemesis and they were full of venom when he did. Nemesis glared at the young man sitting there before him, hands still cuffed behind his back. He walked over and knelt down to get eye level with him.

"Tell you what Sam," he said dangerously. "You're going to want to watch your mouth or the very first thing I'm going to do is cut out your tongue. I will not tolerate back talk from you or anyone." Sam glared. He had no doubt that this psycho would do exactly what he said he would so he shut his mouth.

"That's very good," said Nemesis and went over to pick up the phone. He would enjoy this call. Yes, he would enjoy it very much.

Brad had just finished checking Jack again when the phone rang. He couldn't understand why he wasn't getting any better. It seemed like he was getting worse. He took out his cell phone and answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Hello Brad," said the kidnapper. Brad froze. For a second he couldn't say anything. He just stared at his phone.

"How's your brother," continued the leader. "I heard he's not feeling so hot."

Brad laughed but it contained not humor. It was a kind of hate laugh. "My brother is going to be okay," he said. "No thanks to you."

"Are you sure? He doesn't look so good."

"What? What are you talking about? What's wrong with him?

"Was that Narcan he received or something else," said Nemesis. Brad stared at the vial of medicine sitting on the table and suddenly became very afraid. "What the hell did you do?" He asked.

"I'll call you back in one hour. You better check him. Remember I can see every thing you do." Brad heard Nemesis's laugh as he ended the call. Brad threw the phone down and grabbed the vial in his hand. He pulled some up in a syringe and shot it into a clear plastic medicine cup. He frowned. Narcan was yellow and so was this but Narcan was clear and this was cloudy. He touched his finger to the liquid and then to his lips so that he could taste it.

"Oh shit! It's not Narcan," Brad said to himself. "It has something else in it." He stood there and thought for a minute trying desperately to remember what the taste was and then it hit him. "Oh God," he said. He threw the vial down and ran over to Jack.

"Jack!" yelled Brad. He clutched his face in his hands and gently patted his cheeks. Jack moaned and opened his eyes.

"Jack I need you to listen to me," said Brad frantically. "The Narcan has been poisoned. The kidnapper that has Dean put Arsenic in it." Jack stared at his big brother like he'd lost his mind. He tried to speak but it hurt too much. His insides were on fire.

"I'm going to have to pump out your stomach Jack." He shook his head and started to struggle. He'd had to do that to patients before when they came in with overdoses. It was never a pleasant experience and it hurt. Brad grabbed Jack by the shoulders to hold him still. His hands went up and grabbed each side of his head and he was forced to look at Brad. "I don't have a choice," he said and went to get the lavage tube and the suction machine. Jack had already begun to get to his feet. Brad went over to him and made him lay back down.

"You've got to let me do this Jack," he said. "If I don't, you'll die. You've been poisoned!" Jack shook his head again. "NO!" he managed to say. Brad shook his head.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm doing this man. I will not let you die. Understand!" Jack continued to struggle. "Jack stop it!" he said and tied his hands to the bed when he wouldn't. Jack fought him the whole way but Brad managed to get the black tube down his throat. He choked, and gagged. Then sputtered and tried to spit it back out but finally Brad got it past Jack's gag reflex and into his stomach. Tears sprang to Jack's eyes as he felt the big tube in his throat. It hurt like hell.

Brad poured liquid charcoal down the tube to absorb the poison, and attached the end to the suction machine. He watched as the poison, along with some gastric juice was pumped out and into the container. The tears that had sprung to Jack's eyes spilled over and were currently running down each side of his face. Brad placed a hand on Jack's forehead for two reasons. To offer his brother support while at the same time holding him still while the lavage tube was doing its job. Finally after about 45 minutes the gastric contents were running clear except for traces of the charcoal. Brad poured in some normal saline to wash out the charcoal and waited while the pump suctioned it all out, then he turned off the machine and removed the tube causing Jack to gag and cry once again.

"It's okay," said Brad. "I'm through. I'm so sorry. It's over." Jack looked weakly up at Brad. He looked down at him.

"You'll be okay now," he said. Jack nodded and closed his eyes, going back to sleep. Brad sat down on the chair beside him and placed his head in his hand. It had taken an entire hour to successfully pump out Jack's stomach. Brad shook his head. He jumped when the phone rang. Filled with anger he jumped up and ran over to get it.

"You son of a bitch!" he yelled into the receiver. "You're an evil psychotic asshole do you know that. You almost killed my brother and for what! What the hell do you want? Why did you kidnap Dean? Where are the others? Answer me you bastard!" Brad yelled nonstop until finally he'd run out of words to say.

"Are you finished," asked Nemesis. Brad didn't answer. Nemesis continued. "Good. Now you listen to me. I have them all. Do you understand? I have Tony, Bryan. Sam and Dean and rather you know it or not I also have you." Nemesis cocked his head when Brad still did not speak.

"Are you listening to me or do I need to hang up?" Brad closed his eyes. He would like nothing better than to hang up on this sick son of a bitch but he'd never find the others if he did and he said he was watching everything he did.

"Fine," said Nemesis. "If I hang up, you'll be sorry." Brad opened his eyes back up but didn't say anything.

"Okay, goodbye," said Nemesis.

"No! Wait!" Brad said quickly. "Don't! I'm here."

"Good. I did what I did to let you know that I'm not only handling Sam but I'm also handling you. Do you remember our conversation at the beach?" Brad didn't answer.

"If I have to keep repeating myself Brad it's over. Is that clear? I'll kill them all," said Nemesis. "The choice is yours."

Brad took a deep breath. "I remember the conversation," he said, his fate sealed.

"Why didn't you tell Sam everything?" asked the kidnapper.

"Because he's already going through enough," said Brad. "I couldn't tell him all of what you said. I wouldn't."

"You should have," said Nemesis. "I told you to but you refused."

"It would have driven him over the edge," said Brad.

"Yes I know," replied Nemesis. "Why the hell do you think I wanted you to tell him?"

"I couldn't tell him. How could I tell them what you are? They just finished with a 9 month ordeal with two other Demons. Sam is still having trouble getting over that. How could I possibly tell him or any of them that you are just like the last two?"

"Oh no son. I'm nothing like the last two. They were small potatoes compared to me. Now I'm handling you. Do you understand? Just like Sam. I can see everything you do. I can hear every thing you say even when you speak telepathically to your brother. I'm evil incarnate Brad and you will do as I say."

"Please," said Brad. "Let my friends go."

"Don't go to the cops and do not come after me. If you do, you'll never see them again and the next time, you will not be able to save Jack."

"Are you a demon or are you human. I've never heard of you using any powers."

"I don't need to," said Nemesis but trust me I will use them if I have to. Would you like for me to demonstrate?" Brad waited. Nothing else was said.

"Hello?" asked Brad and found himself hurled through the air. He cried out in shock as he hit the back wall of the clinic, then he crumpled to the floor and screamed as Nemesis entered his head.

"Hello Brad," he said. Brad screamed again as he felt millions of bugs crawling through his head and down into his body. He looked at his hands and arms. The skin was rippling with the insects. Something came out of his mouth. It was a roach. Brad gagged and threw up in the garbage can that was beside him. They were crawling everywhere. He could feel his insides alive with them. Millions of them. Flies buzzed around his head and went in an out of his ears. Brad thought he would go crazy then it just stopped. He looked frantically at his arms. Nothing was there. No flies, no insects, no roaches, nothing. It had been an illusion but Brad thought it was real. It was enough to convince him that this demon was nothing like Lothos or Alanya. This one could make you live and relive your worst nightmare.

"I'm Nemesis Brad," he said. "I prefer not to use my powers. It seems to incapacitate my victims. I prefer to do the things the human way but my name means god of manipulation. I just showed you that to let you know that you should never ever question me again. Next time I call, you'd better answer on the first ring. I'm a very impatient man. Understand?"

"Are you a demon?" asked Brad. For a minute he didn't answer but then he said, "I'm not a demon, but I've been blessed by many of them. I can make you hear and see things. I can manipulate your thoughts. Some people have called me an immortal and I wear that title loosely but proudly. Don't make me have to wait on you when I call. Remember I'm a very impatient man. Better take care of your brother Brad. He looks very weak and ill to me."

"What do you want?" asked Brad but received no answer.

Nemesis ended the call. Brad stared at the phone and just sat there trying to get his breathing back to normal. "What the hell were they dealing with this time," thought Brad. "If he's immortal how do we kill him?" Brad was worried now. He didn't know about Sam or Dean or even Jack, but he'd never dealt with an immortal before, and especially not one that had powers like this one had. He had a feeling they were all in trouble and it scared him.