A/N: thanks again to everyone that has stuck with me so far. And thanks again to my wicked beta Cat4444. Always pushing me to go further and further.

Chapter 3

"Richard, that is enough!" the Lady yelled, "It's your own stupidity that got you hurt. Don't think for one moment that I am not aware of your little show today with the shock collar. Now I suggest you go get patched up, or you can sit in the hole."

The Rat looked away, his face red. He was fighting his own need to ignore his boss' orders and lay a beat-down on Deeks. Instead, he turned and stormed out, grumbling under his breath.

Deeks felt a little triumph at The Rat's departure and bowed his head. Still feeling groggy from the drugs that continued to flow through his veins, he was sure he could hold his own against the Rat. But right now, he didn't want to fight he needed to get out. He could feel his mind clear; the dug began to wear off. Steadying his ragged breathing, he had to hold on and believe that it wouldn't be long before the rest of his teammates found him. He slowly lifted his head to look at the woman and Simon as they spoke quietly to each other. The woman had told him no one would come looking for him; she said they had left him to the wolves. He began wondering what would happen if no one came for him? If he truly was alone, he would have to get out of there on his own.

Slowly he tucked his feet under his body, cautiously watching his two captors, neither of whom were currently paying any attention to him. A smile crossed his lips, their first mistake. Standing, he moved three steps to his right; put him within arm's reach of Simon. Already formulating a plan, he spied the syringes on the cart. His hand wrapped around an empty one. Turning, he grabbed the Mad Scientist, pressing the needle against his neck.

"Let me go, and I won't kill him," Deeks growled. The little man thrashed against Deeks, crying out as if he had already injected air into his bloodstream. Deeks was taken aback by the man's response.

"Madame!" Simon finally choked out, his short arms reaching toward her.

Deeks expected her to fold, to hand him his freedom on a silver plate. Instead, she stared, rolling her eyes, "Go ahead." Her voice cold, Simon quickly went silent in Deeks' arms. "I have several more that can take his place. Kill him."

Deeks' stomach dropped. She was a lot more dangerous than he thought. Deciding the man in his arms might provide a better chance of escape, he focussed his pleas on him. "Listen, get me out of here and you live," he whispered, never taking his eyes off the woman.

Simon shook his head. "Lies. They speak lies. Madame will protect me."

"Come on, Buddy, let's get out of here."

"NO!" Simon screamed. His hands grabbed Deeks', and his chubby fingers pressed down on Deeks' thumb over the plunger. "I love my Madame, and I will die."

Deeks had seriously underestimated the man and struggled to keep him from killing himself. The Lady stood shaking her head. A slight smile creasing her lips; enjoying the sight of Deeks' failed attempt to escape.

In order to pull the syringe away, Deeks had to let go of Simon, who fell to the floor and crawled away from him to the Lady's feet. Deeks stood still for a moment, feeling very foolish, then, shrugging his shoulders, he threw the syringe at her, hoping at least to poke her with it and distract her while he made his escape. Turning, he ran for the doors, and was surprised when they easily swung open, causing him to stumble into the corridor and slam into the wall.

Taking a moment to regain his balance, he looked back, but neither the woman nor Simon followed, and he couldn't help but smile. Looking down the corridor, he noted a silver door a few feet away. He pushed off the wall and headed toward it. Taking his time, he slowly and cautiously pushed the door open.

After a quick look around the room, he saw it was empty and no one waited for him. He glanced back again; still no one chased him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, either his captors were the dumbest kidnappers in the history of bad guys or he was truly screwed and they were playing with him.

Ignoring the thoughts running through his head, he knew he needed to get out of there; he had to find a phone, a computer, anything he could use to get help. He walked around the room looking for a weapon, but other than a few empty boxes, he found nothing. He finally gave up on his search, knowing he had to move on.

Entering a dimly lit hallway, he found another door. Pushing on it, it quickly became apparent that it was locked. He groaned and moved on; two more doors, both locked. Beginning to panic, he thought, "Maybe that's why they haven't come after me. They know there's was no way out." He began to move faster, pushing on locked door after locked door, cursing louder with each door that refused to open. The knot in the pit of his stomach grew, and the more he doubted himself, the more he began to slow.

In his desperate search for a way out, he nearly missed the elevator doors. He stopped and stared at them. "You've got to be kidding me," he muttered, his hand shaking as he reached for the call button. It lit up when he pressed it. Letting out a laugh, he waited for the doors to open.

When the doors slid open, he paused for a second. "What do you have to lose?" he said aloud. Stepping into the elevator, he turned and looked at the buttons. He pressed the one marked "Main floor," which lit up as the doors closed.

He looked around the small space; there was nowhere to hide if they were waiting for him. He glanced up; he'd seen plenty of movies where the hero pushed open the hatch and climbed onto the top of the car, only to drop down on the poor sucker who had to check the elevator. He moved to the corner and pressed on the ceiling, nothing. He continued to check, nothing budged, and he stared at the door. Tensing himself, he realized he had to do things the hard way.

The elevator chimed and the doors opened. He stared out at what used to be a hospital; the floor strewn with debris and glass. The main lobby windows were covered by wooden planks, letting little to no light shine through. He rolled his eyes, calling for help was out of the question. He had to get out of there first, and then get help. The place looked empty; no one appeared to be lying in wait for him. He shook his head, stepping out into the hallway. "Hey!" a muffled voice sounded, making him look to his left.

The man wore a flak suit, his face completely covered, black goggles hiding his eyes. He held an assault rifle, which he aimed straight at Deeks' head.

"Oh, Hell!" Deeks groaned. Clenching his fist, he turned to flee, but before he could run, something heavy came down on the back of his head. His knees buckled, dropping him to the floor. Bright lights sparked in his vision. The blow wasn't hard enough to knock him out, but it was enough to leave him stunned. Something clicked onto his collar, followed by another click. He was pulled to his feet by his neck. At first he didn't want to move, but a quick jab in the side made him take a step. Glass cut into the soles of his feet and brought him out of his daze. The two guards held metal rods attached to his collar, using them to force him away from the elevator.

"They always take the elevator." The man on his left shook his head as he spoke. They moved through the lobby of the hospital, drawing Deeks further from the front of the building toward the back. He tried once to fight of the men walking him to the back of the building. He felt like a wild animal or at least they treated him like that. The familiar sensation of electricity was his bitter reminder that he was not going to get away from them.

"When will they learn not to run?" the other man chimed in. "Heard he's the replacement for Shane."

"Really? Doesn't look like much." Stopping, the first man pressed the call button on another elevator.

"Oh, come on, Brian. You thought Christopher wasn't going to last a week, and look how wrong you were."

"Oh, shut up. You don't need to remind me. So what do you think Madame's going to do with him?"

"What she always does. He needs to be reminded that he'll never get out of here." The man spoke lowly; the metal doors opened and they pushed Deeks inside, then unlatched the metal rods from his collar.

"Too bad. I heard he was taking on Chucky tomorrow."

"Damn! That really would have been something to watch." The other guy stared at Deeks, then stepped back and closed the door.

The instant the door closed Deeks dropped to his knees, emotions flooding him. He had been so close, and it was just a game to these people. He mentally berated himself as he realized he shouldn't have taken the elevator, he should have kept looking for another way out. Now the question was what they would do to him.

A hissing sound made him look up. A thin white mist began to fill the car. Sliding backward, he covered his mouth and nose with his hand. The mist filled the space and continued to flow, Deeks tried not to inhale, but the need to breathe forced him to take a breath. Coughing, he fell over, his head spun, his body jerked until he finally gave in to the pull of the darkness.

Waking to pain was not welcome, and the steady throb of a headache was quickly followed by pain in his sides. He coughed painfully; thick liquid tasting like copper came up with the cough. His eyes opened; again he hung in the white-tiled room. Spitting out the liquid, he looked around. He wasn't alone and found himself staring into the angry hazel eyes of a bald man with tattoos covering his upper body and arms.

The man snarled and continued to use Deeks' body as a human punching bag. Deeks bit back his cries, his chest burning with each new punch. His arms took most of the strain while his body twisted. The strain on his upper body was too much for him; finally he couldn't stop his cries of pain.

"Christopher, that's enough," the Madame softly spoke. She approached the fighter and licked her lips as her hands grazed his shoulder.

Turning her attention to Deeks, she said, "I offered you a place . . . a home, and you ran."

"You offered me forced compliance. I will not fight for you; I will not be your lab rat; I will not be a prisoner." He spat at her.

Christopher snarled giving him a solid backhand. Deeks groaned. His left arm was dangerously close to slipping out of its socket. The Madame shook her head as Deeks shook off the dull pain coursing through his body and the pounding ache in his head.

"Oh, Martin, Martin, Martin, Martin." She shook her head, "Why can't you see? Are you that blind? The world gave up on you long ago. You don't have a place with them. You don't have anyone, and no one will ever want such a damaged package. But I can give you that here, I'm trying to show you that, regardless of your past, regardless of everything else, you can and will be accepted here."

"I have a place. I have friends, and I don't need you or your sadistic ways," he barked.

Christopher stepped forward, ready to hit him again. The Madame put her hand on his chest and stopping him.

"I can make you do what I want. I can make you fight for me, and I can do anything I want to you." She stepped forward. Her manicured nails dug into his flesh when she grasped his chin to get a clear look into his eyes. He glanced at her as frustration began to show on her features. She needed him to submit, she need to feel control over him. He grinned he wasn't going to make this easy. She snarled pushing him away.

Now she was irate. "I will make you forget everything, pump you so full of drugs you won't even remember your name. I will break you down and build you up to be everything I want you to be. And you will be incapable of stopping me."

Deeks stared at her, "You can try, but I won't break."

She searched his eyes, her body relaxed. A devilish smile crossed over her lips. "Alright, I'll play. I like a good challenge. Christopher, take him to the hole; let's see how long he lasts."

Christopher grunted he grabbed at the chains around his wrist; he pulled out a small pin that kept him hanging up right. A smile crossed Christopher's face, he knew what was coming stepping back he let Deeks drop painfully to the floor. He didn't save any kindness; grabbing Deeks by the hair, he pulled him to a standing position.

Deeks hissed as his knees gave out and he dropped back to the floor, leaving Christopher with a handful of his hair. The man rolled his eyes, and taking Deeks left arm, he lifted him. Half dragging and half pushing Deeks, they exited the white-tiled room.

Christopher manoeuvered Deeks down several similar looking hallways lined with heavy metal doors. As they moved further along, Deeks wondered how many people the woman kept there. And how big operation she was running. Finally they stopped at one of three doors that were half the size of the other doors.

"Treatment." The shaken voice of Simon made Deeks swallow hard. He looked at the mad scientist, who seemed terrified of him. Christopher didn't say anything, although his grip tightened on Deeks' arm. "Make you hurt like me." Simon pulled out a syringe filled with blue liquid. The syringe had more of the liquid than the previous one, and Deeks concluded that couldn't be good.

Simon stepped forward, and with a smile on his face, plunged the needle into Deeks' neck. The burning sensation made Deeks gasp. It wasn't like before. It felt like his heart was going to explode; his breath ripped from his lungs. The hallway seemed to shift under his feet, and Simon's maniacal laughter echoing in his head was the last thing he could consciously hold on to.

TBC

A/N: please fell free to review, still kind of new to this all but I would like to see what ya all think of it so far.