Thanks cruzin4jensen. It was good to hear from you. I haven't heard from you in awhile. I'm not going to burn myself out. These chapters I already had written. Enjoy!

Chapter 64

Harper led the two guards down the hall and into a room at the far end. It was isolated. Of course Nemesis house was isolated anyway. There was no one around for miles. He had to have it like that to be able to do the things he did to the victims he brought there. He couldn't chance anybody hearing there screams and asking any questions.

The two guards ushered Brad and Jack into the room. Harper locked the door behind them and then pocketed the key. There were no windows and only the one door. It was a stone room and damp like a dungeon would be.

"Now where did we leave off," he said. "Oh yes. I remember. I was trying to get you two to tell me what the other could do. Well now I know, so we no longer have to worry about that do we?" Jack and Brad looked at each other. Both thought the same thing, that this man was insane.

"If I remember correctly Jack, I think you called a fiery sword down from the sky. Does that sound about right?" Jack didn't answer. Harper grinned and turned toward the guards. "String him up!"

"Yes sir," they both replied at the same time. The first one shoved Jack over toward the center of the room. Brad took a step. "No, no, no," said Harper and pulled a gun. "Stay right where you are." The second guard came over and pushed him back two full steps.

"Jack," said Brad nervously. Jack looked at Brad, just as nervous. Before he could say anything to his brother, the first guard backhanded him, knocking him backwards onto the concrete. He cried out in pain because with his hands cuffed behind him, he could not break his fall and he landed hard on his back and his arms.

"Oops sorry," said the guard and feigned regret that he'd hurt him, and then he laughed and shackled his feet to a chain that he placed around his ankles.

"Wait a minute," said Brad. "No. Don't!" He looked nervously at his brother. They hoisted Jack up until he was hanging upside down from his feet from a beam in the ceiling.

"What about this one?" said the other guard? Harper looked at Brad. He began to struggle against the cuffs that had his hands bound. He didn't like the look in the man's eyes. The two guards grabbed him and held him as they waited for Harper to decide what he wanted to do.

"Chain him to the wall," he said finally. The two men dragged Brad over to the concrete wall. Shackles were already attached like the room had been built for this very purpose. They removed the cuffs and shackled his hands to the wall.

"Now one more thing," Harper said. He walked over to Jack. "Leave him alone!" warned Brad. Harper grinned sadistically. "Oh yeah," he said. "Apparently you care about your brother just as much as Dean does his. That is going to make me enjoy myself even more.

He pulled out a knife and cut the front of Jack's shirt opened but left it on him. He walked over to where he had laid different types of instruments.

"Jack," said Brad. Jack kept his eye on Harper. He wanted to concentrate. He knew it would be easy to throw him back but he also had no doubt that Harper would kill his brother. Brad could not move things with his mind and the way the guards were positioned they'd kill him before Jack even had the chance to of freeing him.

He swallowed hard as Harper turned toward him. "What are you doing?" he asked nervously. The blood was rushing to his head causing him to have a headache.

"Turn him around," Harper said and walked over to Brad. One of the guards walked over to where Jack hung and turned him until he was facing him. Harper took the same knife and cut Brad's shirt down the middle.

"Sam," John said as he looked at his son. So far Sam still had not moved. He just sat there. Dean walked over to the bars and looked at his brother.

"Sammy, say something," he said. Sam looked at him but didn't speak. "I'm sorry man. I didn't mean to hit you. I didn't have a choice. They made me do it. You know I'd never hurt you on purpose." He stared at his brother. He couldn't hardly stand the look of hurt in his eyes.

Langston walked over to where he sat cuffed. "He'll do it again Sam. Nemesis will make him hurt you again. Next time it will be worse." Sam looked at his big brother and wondered if Langston was telling the truth. Dean didn't want to admit it but he was wondering to.

"Get the hell away from him!"

Langston turned toward the cell that held Tony and Bryan. "What was that," he asked.

"Just leave him the hell alone."

"What if I don't want to leave him the hell alone Tony," asked Langston and grabbed a handful of Sam's hair. He winced.

"Don't touch my son!" yelled John. Dean just glared. Langston laughed and let him go. He walked back over to Tony and Bryan.

"What are you going to do about it?"

"Let me out and you'll find out," replied Tony.

"Tony!" warned Bryan, but was ignored.

"Really"

"No!" said Bryan. "Everybody just calm down." He grabbed Tony's arm and pulled him away from the bars. He could feel his partner trembling with rage. That was never good. Tony got reckless when he got like that.

"Come here," ordered Bryan and pulled him back to the back of the cell. "What are you doing?" Tony shook his head about to jerk out of Bryan's grasp but Bryan held him still. "Stop it," he said. "What are you doing?" Tony looked at his partner. "I'm going to kick his ass!"

"No you're not," responded Bryan. "You're going to calm down. "He's not going to fight fair Tony."

"We've got to get Sam and Dean out of here before Nemesis makes Dean hurt him again. I mean look at him." Bryan stole a look at Sam then back at Tony. "He hasn't moved. We've got to get those two out of here. We've got to fine Brad and Jack. God only knows what's happening to them right now. We've got to help them."

"He won't fight fair Tony," repeated Bryan.

"I'm waiting," said Langston with a smirk on his face. "You coming or what?"

"Yeah I'm coming."

"No he's not!" replied Bryan and turned Tony to face him. The look in his eyes told Bryan that it didn't matter what he said, Tony was going to fight Langston. He shook his head and let him go. Tony walked over to the cell door and out of the cell. Langston locked Bryan back inside. John and Dean moved over to the bars and Sam just sat where he was not moving at all.

"Ok. I'm waiting," said Tony. "Want to throw……?" He stopped as Langston pulled a very large knife out of his waistband. Tony looked nervously at Bryan because he was unarmed. Langston pointed the knife at him.

"Shit!" complained Bryan and took a hold of the bars. Tony looked back at Langston and took a deep breath. Langston grinned. He took a step toward Tony and sliced the air in front of him with the knife. Tony evaded and jerked backward to keep from getting cut, then held his hands up in front of him to block as Langston brought the knife down, cutting his arm. Tony cried out in pain as it did. He grabbed his arm and staggered backwards

"Tony!" yelled Bryan. Langston rushed toward him again. Tony stepped quickly to the side and delivered a sidekick to his abdomen. Langston grunted and bowled over. Tony stepped around just as Langston turned and delivered a round kick, knocking the knife from his hand.

Tony charged. He swung a right but Langston blocked. He tried to punch with his left but that's the arm that had been cut. Langston screamed out in anger and kneed Tony in the stomach. Tony grunted and tried to kick again but Langston kicked his legs out from under him and he hit hard on his back. Langston straddled him and drew a pistol. He cocked it and placed it right between his eyes.

Tony grabbed Langston's legs and pulled them causing him to fall on his back. He jumped up. So did Langston, still holding the gun. They squared off. Langston grinned. Tony was injured and was having a hard time. Langston flew into him and he tried to evade again but wasn't fast enough. Langston hit him full force with his fist knocking him backward. He hit the wall and tried to attack Langston but before he could, Langston hit him hard in the side of the head with the pistol.

"No!" yelled Bryan. "TONY!" He fell unconscious to the ground. "You son of a bitch!" yelled Bryan. Langston stood triumphant over Tony's unconscious form. He lay bleeding from his arm and the cut on his temple. Langston sneered down at his prey. He walked over and grabbed a glass of water and then walked back. He threw it in Tony's face causing him to wake up.

"Get up!" He ordered. Tony lay there dazed for a few minutes trying to let the dizziness pass. Langston kicked him. "I said get the hell up!" Tony did as he was told and struggled to stand. He held onto the wall for support until the dizziness and blurred vision passed. His head pounded and his arm was on fire.

Langston walked over to where he stood and grabbed his arm. He winced because he grabbed the cut one. He led him back over toward the cell. "Back up," he told Bryan who stood where he was. Langston picked up the bar he'd hit John with and hit Bryan's hands forcing him to let go. "Back up! Now! Go sit on the bunk!" He took the bar and placed it under Tony's chin. He winced. Bryan looked at his partner and did as he was told.

Langston opened the cell and shoved Tony inside. "Stay there!" he said when Bryan started to get up to come help him. He stayed where he was. "Next time Tony, I'll shoot you!" He slammed the door back and locked them both inside.

Bryan watched. Tony could hardly stand up. He looked at Langston to make sure that he wasn't going to do anything since they were locked back up. When he found out he wasn't Bryan jumped up. Tony began to sway. Bryan hurried over and caught him just as he fell.

"Tony come on," said Bryan. He helped him over to lie down on the bunk. "Hey you okay?" he said and took a good look. He was beat to a pulp. His arm needed stitches and so did the gash on his head. Bryan wondered how they would get out of this one. All eyes turned as Nemesis re-entered the room. First thing he did was look at Tony.

"Problem?" he asked the detective. Langston shook his head. "Nothing I couldn't handle sir," he said. Nemesis nodded and walked over to the cell that held Dean and John. He looked at Sam then back at Dean. He stared intently. Dean winced as the pain began.

"I'm going to kill your ass!" yelled John. "Leave my kids alone!" Nemesis just grinned as Dean placed a hand on his chest.

"Ready to go again Dean," he said. Dean shook his head and looked at Sam. Sam looked back at Dean and shook his head also.