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Chapter 53

"No John you should have never done that," said the first guard. He looked at Bryan whom he was still holding and Tony who his partner was holding. "None of you should. Don't go away now. We'll be back." They left the tiny prison and locked them all inside.

"What did they mean by that?" asked Bryan.

"I don't know," answered Tony, "But it can't be good." Sam began to stir. John got painfully to his feet and walked over.

"Sammy," he said. Sam opened his eyes and looked up at his dad. Tony and Bryan walked over to him and he looked at them also. For a few minutes he was confused but it cleared up quick enough and he realized what had happened. He started to shake uncontrollably.

"Easy Sam," said John gently. "Take it easy. You're okay." John felt his son's arms and then his forehead. He was finally warming up. "How you doing," he asked.

"Okay," said Sam. "I just hurt all over."

"Let me see," replied John and lowered the covers. He looked Sam over head to toe to make sure that all he was was sore, and then he covered him back up. "You get some rest, Okay?" Sam nodded and closed his eyes. John walked back and forth trying to figure out how they would get out of that room. They had no doubt that the men would be back and one of them would be the next to be tortured.

"We can try to jump them again," offered Tony. "They wouldn't expect us to try it again so soon. Would they?"

"I don't know," said Bryan.

"We've got to get out of here!" declared John. "My son is with that son of a bitch and God only knows what he's going through right now!"

"I've got an idea," said Bryan.

"I'm listening," said John. Tony leaned in close to listen.

"Maybe Sam could use his powers?"

John looked at him like he was crazy. "Sam is barely holding it together right now," he said. "Forget it."

"John if they come back in here, they might grab him again," said Bryan. John glared at the young cop. "Over my dead body." He said.

"I'm just saying they won't be expecting him to use his powers."

"NO!" said John. "It's not going to happen. Forget it!"

Bryan and Tony looked at each other and shrugged. "It was just a suggestion," said Bryan. They didn't know that Sam had heard every word.

At the clinic, Harper was just about to start in on Jack. "Last chance Brad. You tell me what I want to know or your brother will suffer the consequences." Brad looked at Jack. He looked back.

"What the hell were you two talking about just now?" said Harper. Brad closed his eyes and swallowed hard. When he opened them again he looked the man dead in the eye. "Nothing," he said. "We were not talking about anything." Harper grinned. He turned to the guards. "Okay gentlemen. You heard him."

The two guards with him walked over to the table where the metal pieces were now glowing in the flame of the burner. One of them put on a pair of heavy gloves and took out a scalpel. He walked over to where Jack sat bound. Jack looked up at the guard and saw the gleam in his eyes. This man would torture him and enjoy it. His breathing increased.

"Tell me what I want to know Brad," Harper demanded. He looked quickly at his little brother. Jack nodded slightly.

"Okay fine," said Brad. "Just don't hurt him." The man with the scalpel stopped. Harper waited. After a few minutes, Brad still hadn't said anything. "I'm loosing my patience!" said Harper angrily.

"I'll tell you," said Jack. Harper turned toward the doctor. "On second thought," said Jack and concentrated. The scalpel flew out to the guard's hand!

"What the hell!" Jack looked quickly at his cuffs. They fell off his wrists and ankles. He jumped to his feet. The second guard pulled out a gun but Jack knocked it out of the man's hand using only his mind and sent them both flying through the air to crash hard into the back wall. They lay there dazed.

Harper whirled around! "I'll kill your ass!" he said. Jack clasped both hands together and lifted them to the ceiling. He called a flaming sword down and pointed the tip at Harper's throat. Harper froze, hands up. The two guards were about to jump up.

"Stay there!" yelled Jack. The men stayed where they were. Jack turned his attention to Harper and said, "I can call fire down from the sky." Harper stared at him and the sword in shock. He didn't know what he was expecting to find out but he wasn't expecting that.

"Let my brother go," said Jack. Harper stayed where he was. "NOW!" ordered Jack. Harper smirked and walked over to Brad. He took off the straps.

"When I get you again Jack," he said and let his warning trail off.

Brad sat up. Pain exploded in his head. He winced and grabbed it.

Jack looked nervously at his brother. "You okay?"

"I will be," replied Brad and got shakily to his feet. He walked over to grab the guns. He leveled one at them. "Get up," he ordered. Both guards got slowly to their feet.

"In the cell," said Brad and motioned with the gun. They walked over. Brad opened the door and they went inside.

"You to," Jack said. He waved the sword at Harper. He walked over. Brad shoved him inside and locked the door. He swayed on his feet and then fell.

"Brad!" said Jack putting down the sword. He rushed over to his brother's side. "Are you okay?" Brad didn't answer. "Come on," said Jack and helped him to his feet and back over to lay down on one of the beds.

"Where do you hurt?" he asked.

"Everywhere," Brad replied. Jack took a washcloth and wet it. He placed it on Brad's head. He took some guauze and cleaned the cut on his chest and put a dressing on it.

"It doesn't need stitches," said Jack and pulled some antibiotics up in a syringe. He injected it into Brad's arm. Brad looked at him.

"I don't want it to get infected," said Jack. "Do you think you can astral project now?"

Brad continued to watch him and said, "I thought you said it was too dangerous."

"It is dangerous, especially with an immortal out there, but I need to know how everybody's doing. I've tried to talk telepathically to Sam but he's not answering me."

"I'll try," replied Brad. Jack nodded. "Ok," he said. "I'll be here to pull you back."

"You better be," said Brad and began to prepare.

"When we get out of here, you're both dead," warned Harper.

"Shut the hell up," said Jack. "We'll just have to make sure you don't get out, won't we." Harper laughed and went over to sit down. Jack turned back to his brother. He didn't like the way he looked. "On second thought," he said. "Maybe you need to rest first."

Brad shook his head. "We don't have time. I feel like something bad is coming. I need to do this now."

"Brad, be careful," said Jack nervously.

"Yes daddy," he said and smiled. He stopped, however, when he saw Jack's face.

"Don't be a damn smart ass Brad. You've only done this once before and there was no enemy present at the time. Nemesis is an immortal. He's going to know as soon as you leave your body and he's going to come after you."

"I know," said Brad. "That's why I have you." Jack looked worriedly at his big brother. "I'll be ok as long as you're there to pull me back," Brad promised. Jack nodded. "You sure about this?"

"Not really," said Brad honestly. "But I don't have a choice." Jack inhaled deeply. He went over to pick up his sword. The blade burst into flames again as soon as he touched the handle. He walked back over and drew a circle with it on the floor and around Brad.

"Stay in the circle Brad, no matter what." Jack said. Brad nodded and felt the shimmer of power as soon as the circle was drawn. It was Jack's magic and it rose up to merge with Brad's.