So here is another quick chapter before going to my niece's birthday party. Nothing better to start the day than with brutal torture right?

Chapter 3: Demolishing

I curse loudly when my left leg starts to twitch again. Those guys came back for Mikey and of course I didn't step out of the way. Suckers electrocuted us again and they took Mike. Why can't they start torturing me already! The kid's had enough. He has been spasming the whole time when he was asleep and woke up screaming because of a nightmare. I couldn't even take hold of him well because of his bruises and burns. He started trashing when I tried to wake him up and even kicked me in my chest.

He can't handle torture. His dreams will drive him crazy and being awake will only make him more afraid. I just hope, and god forbid it will ever come to this, that he will die before he breaks. He will be better off dead than broken, I know that. What I don't know is why they do this to him. What the hell did Mike do that he deserves this. The kid never even killed anyone before. Not like me.

And I don't get the 'it's your older brother's fault' thing. What the hell?! Which older brother anyway. I guess it could be me but I still don't get it. I tried to protect him, didn't I? If that bastard would just show his ugly face in front of me instead of cowering away and letting my little brother taking the brunt of his psychotic actions.

I'm so drowned in my own moody thoughts I don't notice the hallway door being opened. I'm ready however, when they shove Mike inside our cell. I catch him before he makes a nosedive into the floor. I'm glad he isn't spasming all over this time. Still, they must've hurt him some way. I just don't know what it is yet.

"Mike. You alright, buddy?" I ask him softly. The door of the hallway is closed with a loud clang which makes Mikey stir a little. It's a good thing he's awake but he immediately starts gasping, tears brimming his eyes. A sort of strangled sound escapes his mouth so I try to put him down as carefully as I can. I've made his wounds, unintentionally, hurt worse before and I don't want to do that again.

"C'mon I need ya to talk ta me lil' brother."

Another gasp and this time some tears flood over. I try to check him over but it's kinda dark. I decide to move him closer to the hallway because of the lightbulb hanging there. With every move I make, Mikey whimpers louder but he doesn't scream. I'm glad for that. No need to alert those wackos of how much damage they actually caused.

When I place him on the ground again, I take a step back. I try not to hurl at the awful sight of his green skin lighted up by the lamp. Some parts of his legs and arms are just… eaten away it seems. Blood is pouring out of the wounds and they seem a little orange/yellowish. What did those freaks do?

In total there are 9 wounds. Four on his left leg, one on his right and two on both of his arms. They are all kind of sizzling it seems. I want to curse and scream and smash their heads in but there is nowhere I can go. The only thing I can do now is comfort Mikey and that is one thing I'm just no good at.

"What do you think, creature," I suddenly hear behind me. I turn around and stare into a dark face. The man isn't that long and looks Italian to me (A/N I do not want to offend any Italians but I just wanted this guy to be Italian). His black hair is gelled and his is wearing some black jeans and a black t-shirt with a v-line. The way he sneaked up upon us tells me he is a better ninja than those minions of his. On the other hand, I was kinda bussy ten seconds ago so that's probably why I didn't see him coming.

"What did you do to my brother?" I hiss lowly, not giving him the satisfaction to see how angry I really am. The smart-ass is smirking at me which only adds fuel to the fire. He's so dead when I'm through with him. If he only would be man enough to fight me.

"Did some experimenting with acid, my friend," he replies smugly. "It does the trick well I think. But don't you worry. It's washable with water."

He throws me two bottles. They fall to the ground and roll towards my feet. I don't pick them up yet. I need answers first.

"Why are you doin' this freak?" I growl in the same low tone as I did before. It doesn't sound calm or managed by far which makes the guy only smile broader. He's enjoying this game.

"Would you really talk with me right now while you have a brother suffering at your feet? You are more of a monster than I originally thought."

I slowly pick up the water bottles and move towards Mikey. I don't trust this at all. He has a point though, Mike's suffering badly. But there is just something off with this. I unscrew the bottle and see the Italian freak inch closer slightly. What does he wanna see so badly?

I take the bottle and move it towards Mikey's left leg. It's the worst. But just before I pour the contents of it over the wounds, I let a few drops spill over my wrist. I cry out as the acid starts eating away on my flesh. It burns like hell and I feel warm liquid pouring down my arm.

I growl towards the laughing man. "You're smarter than you look I must give you that much," he snickers before stalking off.

I take a glance towards Mikey's shaking form and pick up the other bottle. It can't be he just let us here to die. The other bottle must contain water. I throw a little over the wound on my wrist and feel the bliss that comes with the cool water. The acid immediately stops working and some of the blood washes off too. I don't use too much though because Mikey is having a harder time than I have.

After cleaning all of his wounds thoroughly I sit him up against the back of the wall again. He isn't whimpering anymore but he's kinda out of it. I give him the last drops of water to drink and let him lean against me again. He doesn't go to sleep but he doesn't say anything either.

I enjoy the silence for a bit, holding my brother to offer him some comfort which I know isn't enough. He must be terrified and hurt. There's just nothing I can do for him and that makes me feel useless. I can't protect him if they keep separating us like this.

And what's worse, they wanted me to hurt him. If I had used that bottle without a second of doubt, Mike would have been hurt by his older brother. And slowly but surely I start to have the feeling that this isn't about taking revenge on Mikey at all. It's his older brother's fault after all.

So I hope you like my badguy a bit. No worries, we'll find out about him more in other chapters. Maybe he even gets a name 0.o See ya all soon and don't forget to review.