Chapter 49

At the clinic, Nemesis went out to the shed. He walked up to Jack and grabbed his face in his hands. "What other powers does your brother possess beside astral projection and talking telepathically?" Jack glared at the immortal.

"I have no idea," he said and Nemesis shook his head. "You're lying to me Jack. I don't like people to lie to me."

"Why are you so interested in Brad's powers?" he asked. Nemesis popped him in the mouth with his fist but didn't answer the question.

"I'll ask, you answer," he said instead. "What else can you do besides speaking telepathically and move things with your mind?"

"That's all," said Jack. He also didn't want the immortal to know that he could call fire down from the sky. "I don't like my abilities. I never asked for powers as a matter of fact I've spent my life trying to get away from them."

"What else can you do Jack," asked the immortal loosing patience. Jack shook his head. "Nothing," he said.

"What else can Brad do," he asked getting angry.

"I don't know," replied the young doctor.

Nemesis screamed in rage and hit Jack hard in the stomach. He grunted as the wind was knocked out of him. The immortal turned to the guards and said, "Beat him! Do not let him get away! I'll return soon."

"Yes sir," they said. Nemesis walked out. Before he did he gave Jack a look that sent a chill down his spine. He shook his head. Nemesis climbed in his car and left. One of the guards picked up a pair of sheers and cut off his shirt revealing his back. Jack got nervous as the other guard picked up a whip.

Jack braced. He knew what was coming. His nervousness turned to fear as the man went around to his back. He cried out in pain as the man swung. The whip connected with his back and left a stripe in its place. The first guard picked up a rod and also hit him. They took turns and when they were finished, Jack hung limply, the only thing holding him up, the chains that bound his hands.

"What next," asked the first guard clearly enjoying himself? The second looked around. "Oh I think we can find something if we search long enough. He looked around. "I know." He pulled a metal chair over. They unchained Jack's wrists and he fell to the floor. His legs wouldn't hold him up. They picked him up and shoved him down into the chair and cuffed his hands behind him. They brought a battery over to it and attached some cables to the chair.

"What…are…you…doing?" asked jack fearfully. His body burned from where he'd been beat.

"Something I learned along time ago," said the second man. "What other powers do you and your brother possess?" Jack shook his head. "None,' he said. The first guard nodded and turned to the second.

"Do it," he said.

"No," yelled Jack weakly. The second guard attached the other end of the cables to the battery. Jack screamed as the chair was turned into a homemade electric chair. His body jerked and contorted in pain. He was about to loose consciousness but they unhooked the cables before he could.

He sat there panting and trying to catch his breath. "Tell us what we want to know Jack," said the first guard.

"Go to hell!" replied Jack. The two men grinned at the young doctor and was about to attach the cables again when Harper stopped them.

"What the hell are you two doing," he asked.

"Trying to get him to talk," replied the man.

"Well don't kill him," answered Harper. "We can't find out what we want to know if he's dead now can we?"

"Yes sir," they said. Both men looked at Jack.

"Just watch him."

"Brad?" asked Jack. "Is he okay?" Harper walked over and grabbed his head. Jack winced. "He's in a lot of pain right now," he said.

Something inside Jack snapped. "I'll kill you," he warned dangerously. "I swear to you if you hurt him I'll kill you!" It was the wrong thing to say. Harper backhanded him and knocked him over, chair and all. He hit the floor hard.

"Do not threaten me Jack or I'll kill him. Is that understood?" Jack didn't answer. "Pick him up," Harper ordered. The guards did as they were told and sat the chair upright, and then they jerked Jack to his feet and slammed him back into it.

"Watch your damn mouth!" said Harper angrily and left to go back to the main house. Jack suddenly became very afraid. He knew that Harper was about to do something to Brad. He could tell by the look on his face.

"BRAD!" yelled Jack after the man, Harper stormed inside and over to where Brad was restrained. His eyes were closed. Harper hit him, making him jerk awake.

"I don't remember telling you that you could go to sleep! Wake up!" He checked the mask to make sure it was still delivering the gas and to also make sure it was still snug on his face. When he was finished he walked over and removed a metal rod out of the flame. He walked back over and touched it to Brad's chest.

He cried out in pain as Harper held it there. Tears sprang to his eyes and then ran down his face.

"You're brother is a smart ass. Do you know that!" he said and called the guards on the phone. "Bring Jack in here," he instructed and hung up. Brad tried to shake his head. He tried to protest but the gas was making him feel so heavy he could hardly move so he just stared up at Harper and pleaded with his eyes that they wouldn't hurt Jack.

They came inside dragging Jack with them because his legs would not hold him up. He was very weak from the beating and the shock. Brad's eyes widened at the shape Jack was in and Jack did the same.

"What are you giving him?" he asked.

"Nitrous oxide," said Harper.

"Please, you can't keep that on him for too long or you'll kill him," said Jack.

Harper ignored him. "Put him in the cell," he said, "and Jack if you try one thing. Just one thing, I will kill him and make you watch. Is that clear?" Jack knew that he meant for him not to use his powers to try to get away or Brad would die. He nodded. The guards opened the cell and threw him inside. He hit the floor and just lay there hardly able to move.

"Good," said Harper and walked back over to Brad. He removed the mask. "Now Brad. You will tell me what I want to know or I will cause Jack all kind of damage right in front of you." Brad swallowed hard. He knew that if he didn't talk, they'd hurt Jack but they had promised each other a while ago that if they were ever put in this situation, they would not tell the captors about Jack being able to call fire down from the sky.

They would use that power to get away. Now, however," as Brad watched the leader of the guards he wasn't sure he could keep that promise. They would hurt Jack unmercifully until they found out what they wanted to know and Brad didn't know it he was willing to let that happen.

Dean opened his eyes and looked around. He was cuffed to the bed and very groggy. The drug that Langston had given him was making it very hard for him concentrate or even remember anything. He didn't know how long he had been there but it felt like days. He tried to lift his head so he could see better but when he did a sharp pain exploded in his head. He winced and laid it back down.

He heard the door to the cell open and turned his head to see who it was. Langston, along with one of the guards walked inside. In his hand was another syringe full of the drug.

"NO!" cried Dean. "Don't!" Langston walked over to where he lay and grinned. "We're just getting started Dean," he said and applied the tourniquet to his arm once again. He tried to move away but because he was cuffed he didn't get very far.

Langston injected another syringe full of the drug into his vein. It hit his system rapidly. He cried out as fire spread throughout his body once again. Heat started from his toes and spread all the way up to his face. Immediately his breathing became irregular and sweat poured down his face. Langston leaned down and got in his face.

"How are you doing," he asked the young hunter.

"Terrific," replied Dean breathlessly as his heart began to beat outside of his chest. Langston laughed as his captive began to breathe heavily. "When Nemesis gets here, we will begin again," said Langston.

"I…can….hardly…wait," replied Dean sarcastically. Langston looked down at him and stopped grinning. He grabbed him by the hair of the head and forced it back. He winced at the sudden pain.

"You're such a wise guy aren't you, you little bastard!" Langston said. "I'll break you of that!" He let him go and turned toward the guard. "I don't think that Nemesis will mind if we start without him do you?" He asked. The guard with him looked over at Dean and then back at Langston. "No," he replied. "I don't think he'll mind one bit."

"Then let's get started shall we," asked Langston.

"Yes," replied the guard. "Let's get started."