But it will hurt to lose it
you can spend your whole life building something from nothing
One storm can come and blow it all away
Build it anyway
..

Ben Speaks

My chest was rising and falling rapidly, my lungs not able to take in enough air to satisfy my hunger for it.

Pain was consuming every inch of me; my arm that grinded with each movement, my eyes as I forced them to stay open; everything seemed to be turning on fire under my skin. I hadn't seen Zeno for a few seconds; his ugly mug not peering down at me but my answer came when the table I was strapped to began to move, holding my upright. I kept my head up, trying to not let it sag onto my chest as whatever was wrapped around my insides released, allowing me to gasp in as much air as I want.

Zeno stalked around from behind me, bumping my broken arm which forced me to yelp. Without a word he moved past me, busying himself with already blood stained tools of the trade. I swallowed hard, trying not to think of what had been going on in this room.
'What have you been doing to all those innocent people?' I asked, forcing my voice not to crack or sound weak. I still didn't get an answer and moistened my lips, my thoughts wondering to Claire and Dean. Whatever he did to Jesse, it was enough to leave him useless, what would he do to us?
'You must have had some shit childhood, never got the toy at the bottom of the cereal box?' I tried to smirk, my muscles too weak from whatever Jedi mind tricks he had pulled on me earlier.
'Maybe mum and dad didn't give you enough attention. Kids pick on you at school? Not surprised,' I pushed, trying to annoy him but still Zeno remained quiet.
'Maybe you were already twisted enough, a freak.'

Slowly Zeno turned to face me, his suit gone, instead replaced with simple black clothing, his pale skin shown only as he rolled up his sleeves.
'I am not the one so twisted.' He laughed, taking a step closer to me, a sharp looking scalpel in his fingers.
'Hunters are... like a breed of their own, aren't you? A hunters mind,' he closed his eyes and I cried out as I felt my skull split in half; I could feel him going through my thoughts, dragging up everything I forced away for so many years. Tears welled in my eyes and I yelled, holding the note as Zeno pressed even further, burning his way through my very being, destroying them.

I felt like I had hit the floor when Zeno released me, my entire body too damaged to even look up at him.
'You think you are all stronger than everyone else? You simply know more than others.' He grabbed a handful of my hair, lifting my face up and I snarled. 'You are considerably weaker. You are the freaks.' He growled, dropping my head. He was silent again and I sighed; maybe it was best I kept my mouth shut, but as long as it kept him away from Claire, I didn't give a shit.
At least I still had memories of her, but maybe that was what Zeno wanted; for me to know I was going to die and leave everyone I cared for behind.
'You're going to torture me?' I puffed and Zeno nodded slowly, arms beside him, ready to begin, 'Why?'
'Do you know that your father went to Hell?'

I hesitated in answering; I had heard someone along the lines of my hunting of the Winchesters being in Hell, none of them made the connection to me, after all my name was Braeden. My answer must have been a yes to Zeno and he grinned, lifting his arm and placing the tip of the scalpel on the bare skin showing under my shirt.
'He was the expert in torturing down there. Maybe I should get him in here...'
I frowned deeply; what the in Hells name did that mean? There was a gleam of humour in his eyes and I cringed as he lifted my shirt, stabbing the scalpel into my flesh, dragging it across slowly. I gritted my teeth, holding into the scream building in my throat; feeling my head spin and my blood seep warmly from my wound.
'Oh yes. Off of the rack just to hurt and maim and kill others. He was considered among the best. I can't wait to search that mind.'

'Don't even fucking go near them you slimy prick!' I bellowed at him, Zenos eyes wide with surprise. I made sure I held his gaze; I couldn't let anything happen to them but as Zeno continued to twist the scalpel, I could do nothing but fling my head back and clench my fists, straining at the black bounds trapping me.
'You think you can just become a God? People will always refuse you, there is no way you will get away with it, even if you kill me there will be others, too many for you to handle.'
Zeno raised slowly into my vision, clicking his fingers as I went to abuse him more. My voice was gone, I couldn't even hear myself and I frowned before my vision was blinded by dark spots of pain.
'Be quiet.'

I tried to hang onto whatever strength I had, tried to keep from passing out; there was no way this guy was going to get the best of me, there was no way...
My head fell back, my vision gone and my body cold and in pieces, my throat releasing a scream that had been building in my chest, but it went unheard.

Dun dun, thanks for reading

Silver Kirin
xXx