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Chapter 14
...And into the furnace
It wasn't long before the two dogs came back with the humans briefcase and the hose. Tails gulped, his breathing quickened when the mobian's left, shutting the heavy door behind them, the vulpine again struggled feebly against his restraints.
The human took the length of green rubber and screwed one copper end to a tap in the concrete wall. Next, he grabbed the plain looking black briefcase and sat it across the room, most likely to keep it dry. The human then walked back to stand next to the scared but brave freedom fighter then took his spectacles off and cleaned them on his shirt, "S-so what's with the hose?" Tails asked.
The human didn't say a word, or even seem to notice Tails at all, instead he put his glasses back on his face and pulled a lever on the metal chair. *KA-Clink!* Tails suddenly found himself laying prone, with his head slanting towards the ground.
"What are you doing?!" yelped the twin tailed fox, the sudden movement making his heart almost jump out of his chest, "why won't you answer me?!" Tails yelled in frustration, the human was rummaging through his briefcase, pulling out a thin device, and two other objects, Tails could only imagine what they were.
"Why am I here!? Damn you! What are you doing!?" Tails had to struggle to keep the panic from rising in his voice, then the room was filled with the sound of Jazz music, trumpets and horns, even a piano. Tails was confused, but his fear was overwhelming, the human had set up a small laptop from the briefcase, and small speakers.
As the smooth, almost taunting melodies poured out from the surprisingly loud device, the human turned and smiled, "ok, let's begin!" he laughed, walking over to the restrained freedom fighter he unfurled the green army towel the human had received, and placed it over the face of the vulpine.
Tails was absolutely mortified, and he let out a terrified scream. The loud music making it all the more worse, its soothing notes mocked the panic Tails was feeling. The towel just adding to the fear, engulfing the vulpine in darkness, Tails could hear the tap for the hose being turned on, and the sound of water splashing on the concrete floor.
Next was the sensation of the icy cold-water splashing his restrained feet and legs, then up his groin and belly. The chilly water constricting his chest as the human brought the hose across Tails body, soaking the fox completely, Tails could only scream his protests.
Then the human aimed the hose at the towel covering the foxes face. Tails felt the water immediately flood and soak the towel, the freezing cold making him want to take a deep breath. However, the wet fabric of the cloth was like a sheet of plastic, as hard as the young fox tried to suck in air, it was like he was pushed face first into a rushing arctic river.
The angle of the restraining chair forcing the water up his nose, mouth and even his eye stung with the icy water. The think leather bands holding him were causing the fear and panic to skyrocket, then as soon as it started it stopped, the towel and freezing water releasing their grip on the vulpine slightly, although the wet cloth was still clinging lightly to his face Tails gasped for any air he could.
Then he was drowning again, the brave freedom fighter was frightened beyond anything he had ever felt before, the feeling of drowning, freezing and worse of all the feeling of total vulnerability. The restraints and the angle of the reclining metal chair adding to the sensation of drowning.
This continued for what seemed to the young fox like hours, the brief moments of respite the human allowed were enough time for Tails to suck in air, then scream and plead for it to stop.
In reality it was only 5 minutes, the human only stopped for more than a few seconds when Tails simultaneously defecated and urinated from fear, after which the human spent only a few moments spraying the mobian's mess off his victim and chair before continuing.
The human finally stopped for good after another 15 minutes, freezing and pleading incoherently through sobs and whimpers, Tails managed to stutter out between fits of shivering, "w-w-why ar-re y-y-you d-doing t-t-t-tthis?!"
Mister Smith pulled the wet towel off and tossed it to the floor, Tails had to fight to control his terrified sobs. The human appeared as a pink and white blur through the foxes tear filled eyes, "Why am I doing this? You're doing it to yourself, all we want is your co-operation." The human spoke flatly.
Tails blinked hard, trying to clear his eyes of tears. When he could see clearly, he saw what the human was doing. It was rummaging through the briefcase it had brought with him, "Co-operation for what?!" Tails squeaked, "That's not my concern, or in my pay grade to know ether. The boss offered you a chance to help and you said no, remember?"
"YEAH! He wants me to help him do something bad to my planet and friends! How can I say yes to that?!"
The human laughed again, "That's not my concern ether" smiling through yellow stained teeth "If anything this is free practise in my trade"
Then a glint caught Tails attention, the human had a syringe in hand, "What are you going to do to me?" the young fox whimpered, eyes again wide with abject fear.
"The boss wants you physically unharmed." Was all he said. Tails was fighting against his restraints again, terror gripping the fox as the human leaned forward, reached out and took the young foxes arm in one hand, and stuck him with the needle with the other hand.
Tails let loose a desperate scream as the substance rushed into his arm, the human chucked the empty syringe to the corner of the room. Then walked to his portable computer, "I told you, this is free practise, I may not be able to physically convince you to lend your "abilities" to my customer-" Mister smith started typing away at his laptop.
"-But after what I gave you, you might be begging to help in a bit." Tails gulped, the burning in his arm was dissipating, turning to a gentle throbbing. "What is it going to do to me? What was it?"
The human laughed again, "Lysergic acid diethylamide" Then he set the laptop back to music, but it was different then the mocking and gentle jazz tunes from earlier, it was violent sounding. The laptop was playing a video as well, old footage of human conflicts, black and white film mixed with color.
The human had set the small table in the corner of the room in front of the restraining chair, which he had set back into a sitting position, "acid? I'm going to melt?!" Tails wailed in fear, tears choking the young fox as he started sobbing again.
"Hahaha not that kind of acid, you fool" mister smith chuckled as he adjusted the head straps and other restraints holding the fox. The human walked to the heavy metal door, flicked of the light and walked out. The banging of the door closing made the vulpine start crying in earnest again.
The music and the footage playing in front of him was horrifying, the chair he was trapped in was getting uncomfortable, he was still soaked and shivering and now he was, again, injected with an unknown drug.
On the screen was unfolding a terrifying history of human on human violence.
One second there was a human, with hands cuffed behind him, with a yellow complexion and narrow eyes being yelled at by another human who looked relatively the same. When suddenly the aggressor pulled out a revolver, placed it to the other human's temple and pulled the trigger, a spurt of blood and the human slumped to the ground.
All the while, the music was blasting heavy metal beats that were completely foreign to the mobian. The human singer screaming in a beastly tone, Tails could hardly understand the words.
Next on the screen was black and white footage from a human era long past. A white human stood on a stage yelling in an odd language, constantly shooting his right arm out in a strange form of salute. Hundreds of thousands of humans were listing, cheering the deranged human on, while the short little man with black hair and tiny mustache seemed to have the same effect of the massive crowd.
Tails watched in awe and fear as the footage next was of dead humans in piles.
Humans so thin with hunger they looked like the undead. While other humans with black helmets and grey uniforms ordered them into rooms, were poison gas was pumped.
Humans in jungle fatigues, with black skin running into primitive villages, swinging machetes and hatchets, butchering young girls and boys who were the same color.
Humans in blue uniforms with white helmets beating younger humans in city wide riots. Spraying innocents with chemical spray bottles.
Humans in dirty old tranches, soaked and muddy, tired and sore, with old wooden rifles and worn out boots. Huddling together for warmth and shelter from the constant bombardment.
Black humans fighting for what Tails could only see as equal rights, beaten by white humans again with blue uniforms.
Two huge towers, inflames from an attack, showed humans leaping in desperation from impossible heights to escape the smoke and fire.
Light brown-skinned humans crowded in streets crying and enraged by senseless suicide bombers, poor old women dressed from head to foot in cloth screaming and crying in anguish at loved ones killed.
The drug was starting to work; Tails was becoming sick at the sight of all the death and senseless torment. It started to feel like he was there, the pounding metal music and screams making Tails want to run away, but he could not.
As the LSD worked its way through the young fox, he had reached his breaking point. Tails was seeing the dead on the screen appear in the corners of his sight, the leather restraints felt like there cold hands keeping him still.
Mister Smith chuckled to himself out side of the cell; it had taken less the three minutes since the injection before the mobian started screaming hysterically, two minutes less than expected. The human walked off to his quarters, contemplating what he would have for lunch. His victim's incoherent screams echoing after him as he whistled a jazzy tune, hands in pockets, grin on his lips.
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