Chapter 46

"NO! DEAN!" yelled Sam and started for the men but Nemesis grabbed him and shoved him down onto the couch. "Don't move," he said and turned his attention back to the older sibling. "You will do as you are told Dean. Do you understand?"

"No way," yelled Dean and began to fight to get away from the two men holding him. Nemesis eyes went stone cold.

"Get him back to my house! I'll be there soon. I have a couple of things to take care of at the clinic first."

"You've got it," said Langston and shoved Dean toward the door.

"DEAN!" yelled Sam. John jumped up. "You are not taking my son again you bastard," he said. He launched himself at the immortal knocking him down.

Nemesis jumped back up and backhanded John knocking him all the way across the room. He stalked over and grabbed his face in his hands. John stared into the immortal's eyes and winced at the pain beginning to form behind his own. Terror filled him as he made him see his sons being killed in his head.

"NO," yelled John as he saw the murder in his mind. Nemesis shoved him down to the ground and turned toward Langston.

"Get him out of here before I lose my patience," said the immortal.

"What about them," asked Langston gesturing toward Sam and the others?

"They will remain here. I'll be back soon. See that they do not get away."

"Yes sir," said one of the guards. Langston and one of the others shoved Dean out the front door and over to their car. He fought the whole way. When they got him outside they slapped him hard across the face. He fell. Pain exploded in his jaw. He was then jerked back up to his feet. His hands were cuffed behind him and he was shoved inside the vehicle.

"Dean," yelled Sam and took off for the door. He froze when a gun was pointed right between his eyes. The guard hit him in the stomach. He doubled over in pain and was hit again and knocked to his knees. Nemesis walked over.

"I like you on your knees. Remember?" asked the immortal.

"Yes," answered Sam making no attempt to get up. "Please let him go. Please. I'm the one you want. Take me." The two guards jerked him to his feet.

"I already have you," said Nemesis. Sam shook his head. "PLEASE!" he yelled. He was shoved back into the room along with John, Bryan and Tony. They locked the four men inside and guarded the door. The others drove away with Dean in tow.

Sam turned. John was on the floor and not moving. "Dad?" he said cautiously. John was staring straight ahead. Terror remained in his eyes.

"I'm not dead dad," said Sam. "Neither is Dean." He knelt down beside his father. "Dad?" he said again but was afraid to touch him. He began to shake uncontrollable. The two cops saw it. Tony walked over and knelt down beside the young hunter. "Hang in there Sam," he said and turned to the older man.

"It's not real John," he proclaimed. "Don't listen. Don't pay it any attention. It's not real."

At the clinic, Brad pulled and tugged at the straps but couldn't get away. One of the guards walked up to him.

"Be still," he said. Brad looked up. "What are you going to do?" he asked.

"Nemesis will be here soon and you will see," the man replied. As if on cue the immortal walked into the room.

"Hello Brad," he said and walked over to look down at the young doctor. "How are you?"

"What the hell do you want," asked Brad angrily. "Where are the others?"

"They're my prisoners Brad. All of them. Dean is on his way back to my place. He's been a very bad boy." Nemesis picked a knife up off a nearby table and traced it down Brad's face. He winced. "So have you," he said threateningly. "You were going to astral project is that correct?"

Under the circumstances Brad felt he should probably just keep his mouth shut. Harper came inside.

"What do you want to do first," he asked his master. Nemesis grinned evilly at Brad who suddenly became very nervous. He walked over to the cabinets and looked inside. He got out some of Jack's medicine and drugs. He looked in drawers and got out scalpels and all sorts of surgical instruments. Brad strained his neck to see what Nemesis was doing and did not like what he saw.

Nemesis walked over to a closet and opened the door. His grin widened as he pulled out a tank of Nitrous Oxide. He pulled it over to Brad and went to find a mask. Brad shook his head.

"I'll be back Harper," he said. "I want to talk to his brother first."

"Leave my brother alone!" Brad said dangerously. Nemesis attached the tubing to the tank and to the face mask. Brad fought but it was no use. The mask was placed on his face. Within seconds he was beginning to feel the effects of the gas. His body got heavy and he couldn't move. Nemesis walked over and turned a flame on under a burner.

"Don't let him go to sleep, but keep the gas on him to keep him still. I'll be back."

"Yes sir," replied Harper.

"NO!" Brad managed to say as Nemesis walked outside and over toward the shed. The two guards in the shed jumped to attention when the immortal entered.

"He's still here sir," one of them said.

"Yes I can see that," replied the immortal and walked over to Jack. "You've both done very well." Both guards beamed at the one they served.

"You're in a lot of trouble Jack. You do realize that don't you?" Jack didn't answer. "Just so you know, I have Dean again."

"What?" asked Jack fearfully?

"That's right. I also have the others. All of you are my prisoners. I can do anything I want to you." He got in Jack's face. "I plan to do a lot. Just thought I'd let you know, you're brother will be first." He turned toward the door.

"Wait," yelled Jack nervously. Nemesis turned. "Don't hurt him," Jack pleaded. Nemesis laughed and walked out.

"WAIT!" he yelled again. He looked up at the cuffs and began to concentrate, but was hit in the face with the butt of a gun when he tried to get away.

"Don't try anything Jack," said one of the guards. "If you do we'll kill Brad." Jack stared at the two men and stopped trying to get out of the cuffs.

"What's he going to do?" he asked the guard.

"You probably don't want to know," they said.

"BRAD!" yelled Jack.

"Be quiet," they said and hit him again.

Nemesis walked back into the house and straight over to Brad. He couldn't move. His body was so heavy from the effects of the gas and he was so groggy.

"I'm going to ask you some questions Brad. It would be in your best interest to answer them." Nemesis took a pair of scissors and cut his shirt off revealing his chest. His mind was telling him to fight but his body wouldn't obey.

"Shall we begin," said the immortal. Harper grinned. "Let's do that," he said.

Nemesis walked back over to his prey and knelt down. "The gas will keep you from fighting me Brad, but you will feel everything I do to you." Brad stared up at the immortal. He stared at the scalpel in his hand.

Nemesis nodded. Harper removed the face mask. "Now tell me what kinds of powers you possess. I mean beside the astral projection." Brad refused to answer. Nemesis grinned. He laid the scalpel down and picked up a piece of metal. He placed it in the flame of the Bunsen burner until it got hot then touched it to Brad's chest.

"No!" Brad screamed and jumped as he was burned. When finished Harper took it and placed it back in the flame. He took several other objects and placed them in the flame also to heat up.

"Brad we can do this the easy way or the hard way. It's your choice. Either way you will tell me what I want to know or you'll be very sorry." Brad held his tongue. "Fine," said Nemesis. "The hard way it is." Harper replaced the gas so he couldn't move but they wouldn't let him go to sleep. Brad closed his eyes and swallowed hard. When he opened them again Nemesis was drawing something up in a syringe.