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Chapter 19: Fun and Games

(Frank is 17. Joe is 16.)

Frank gulped as Snake moved away from him, walking in a slow, threatening circle around the chairs. As soon as Snake had walked away, the boys felt their gags being replaced over their mouths.

Snake twirled the knife between his fingers, deeply in thought. Things had changed, they were on a whole new level now. *Hmmmm, what to do, what to do?* He thought. Obviously physical pain was imperative to the plan, but so were emotional and psychological torture. Fenton Hardy would pay for what he did to his gang. Snake smiled to himself as an idea formed in his twisted mind. He approached Louis and handed him the knife again. "They're your kids, Freakshow, why don't cha warm 'em up for me?" Louis gladly took the knife, glad to be back in his element. Snake stepped back, calculating eyes watching everything. Louis took Snake's place of circling around the boys, loving the way their wary eyes watched his every movement. Warm 'em up? He'd sure as hell warm them up. And cool them down too.

Louis stopped behind Joe's chair and bent over to wrap an arm around his chest. "Let's see boys, what don't ya need?" He raised the knife and held it in front of Joe's eye. The boy stared at the sharp knife tip that gleamed in the light. He held his breath, praying Louis's hand wouldn't "accidentally" slip.

"You can live without yer eyes." He slowly drew the knife in a circle around Joe's eye from eyebrow to dark circle, not hard enough to break skin, only to let Joe feel the sharpness of the blade. The boy held completely still although on the inside, he was petrified. Louis leaned into Joe's ear and whispered. "Better to see ya with." Joe bit his lip nervously.

Louis stood back up, dragging the knife along Joe's cheek, he hissed as a trickle of blood ran down his face, yet Joe relaxed slightly, letting out the breath he'd been holding. The maniac circled his way back to Frank. "Ya don't need yer ears," He ran the knife along the back of Frank's ear drawing a bit of blood. "Better to hear ya with." The room was deathly quiet, everyone waiting with anticipation and baited breath, to see what Louis would do, whether he'd spill more blood or keep teasing them.

Louis approached the torture table and gently laid the knife down. He surveyed his options before settling on a pair of needle nose pliers, his back still turned to the boys he said,"I think we should send something to mommy and daddy, what do ya think boys?" an evil grin on his face. "Let 'em know yer alive and well," He paused and turned towards the frightened teens, "it'll blow their house down!" A low howl escape his lips as he pictured himself as the Big Bad Wolf from Little Red Riding Hood and the Three Little Pigs.

Frank and Joe exchanged a nervous glance, what did Louis mean? Neither boy thought Louis knew where they lived, but if he did, it could put the entire Hardy family in danger.

Once again Louis approached Frank, he grabbed Frank's hand, which was still tightly secured to the arm of the chair. "You really don't need fingernails, do you Frank?" The name rolled off his tongue insultingly. An audible growl came from across the room, Louis turned towards the sound. "Don't ya worry, Joey. I'll get to ya next."

Frank struggled as hard as he could as the pliers were placed under his thumb nail on his left hand. Frank yelped into the gag as Louis slowly lifted the nail out of the bed, a drop of blood fell onto the floor. Snake came forward with a large Manila envelope, and Louis placed the bloody nail inside.

Across the room, Joe was going wild, he attempted to buck out of the chair and escape in any way, but it only caused the gang behind him to restrain him further. A shiny switchblade was pressed against his throat and Joe froze, settling on glaring at the man who was hurting his brother.

Frank eyes widened and he struggled once more as Louis grabbed his hand again, Frank tried to avoid the pliers by maneuvering his hand around but Louis clamped down hard, "Stop moving." He snarled as the pliers were again placed under Frank's nail on his middle finger. Frank gritted his teeth as his nail was lifted out and placed into the envelope. He held his throbbing hand in a tightly closed fist as Louis went back for one more nail. "So this is how you want to play it?" Louis handed off the pliers to Snake before he forcefully uncurled Frank's hand. Frank gasped when he realized Louis wasn't stopping. Louis took Frank's pointer finger and kept bending it, farther and farther back. Frank squeezed his eyes shut as his finger was painfully stretched back towards the knuckle, he refused to watch the inevitable as he heard the sickening pop and screamed in pain.

"Now that's better, but we're all done!." Louis said as he stood up. "Finish him," He muttered to the two burly henchmen who stood behind Frank. They nodded, gladly able to use their skill set.

The crazed man left Frank who was breathing hard, tears dripping down his face and approached Joe who's eyes were still blazing with rage. "You don't need your teeth, do you Joseph?"

Joe vigorously nodded. His teeth? Hell, yes he needed his teeth! A brief image of him having to eat through a feeding tube for the rest of his life flashed before his eyes. The sound of skin hitting flesh was heard as the men beat Frank into unconsciousness. Joe stole a glance to see his brother's eyes close and chin rest against his chest. The only damage Joe could see were a few bruises and a cut on his temple.

Joe turned his attention back as Louis removed his gag, the boy tightly clenched his jaw making Louis sigh in frustration. The man tried to pry Joe's mouth open but the boy was holding steadfast. Without warning, Louis punched Joe hard in the face, he clenched his eyes shut as a pool of blood streamed from his nose but he kept his mouth padlocked.

"Ya better open yer fuckin' mouth or I'll be takin' more than just a few teeth." Louis snarled, Joe's eyes grew wider but he refused to submit to this devil's will.

"Fine. Have it your way." Louis turned towards Snake. "Bring me a knife." Snake did exactly that, bringing Louis the same knife from before, eager to see more bloodshed.

"Last chance Joey." Louis held the knife up to Joe's neck and sliced down swiftly, a thin red line appeared running alongside his collarbone. The cut was deep, blood already soaking through his shirt. Although Joe's eyes were squeezed tightly shut he wouldn't scream.

Louis dropped the knife and it clattered to the floor. The burly criminal wrapped a beefy hand around Joe's face, covering his nose, and another around his neck. "You'll have to breathe sometime."

Joe struggled the best he could but he knew Louis was right. His face turned red and black spots danced in front of his eyes. On the verge of passing out Joe opened his mouth in the slightest. That was all Louis needed. Quick as lightning Louis seized the opportunity and jammed the pliers inside Joe's mouth. "Hold his mouth open!" Louis yelled to the gang who jumped in and filthy hands grabbed Joe's jaw, forcing his jaw to stay open.

Using the pliers Louis found one of Joe's back molars, on the bottom row and fiercely yanked. A strangled yelp came from Joe as his tooth came loose. He bit down hard, biting several hands and tasting blood.

"You shit!" Louis yelled, pulling his bleeding hand from Joe's mouth. Two other gang members were doing the same. Louis slapped Joe hard, splitting his lip. Joe's head stayed down as he spat a mouthful of blood. Suddenly his head snapped to the other side as Louis struck him again.t

Yet Louis had gotten what he wanted, one of Joe's teeth. He dropped it into the Manila envelope along with Frank's nails and replaced Joe's gag, a bit of blood dripping down his chin.

"You need another lesson in defiance, boy." Louis pondered for a moment before untying Joe's wrists and ankles. The two gang members were still holding him down but Louis knew he wouldn't go anywhere without Frank.

Louis went back to the torture table and placed both the pliers and knife back. He approached Joe again and stood right in front of him. "You stink Hardy, I think you need a bath." Joe was roughly dragged to his feet and was dragged to the sink, which to his horror was already full to the brim with water. While Joe was facing him, Louis grabbed him by the throat and forcefully thrust his head down into the icy water. The two cronies still held Joe's arms, pinning him.

Joe thrashed his head around underwater, he threw several blind punches to fight off his captors but he never made contact. Water was entering his nose and he could feel Louis's fingers digging into his throat, cutting off his air supply even more. His back arched painfully. He started to panic and smacked the back of his head against the basin. Joe couldn't breathe! Due to his busted nose, lip and missing tooth the water was starting to turn pinkish. Black splotches danced in front of Joe's eyes as he realized he was drowning. He said one final prayer before exhaling.

In that exact moment, Louis pulled him out of the water. Joe was sputtering and coughing as water droplets ran down his face. Louis roughly shook him, making Joe's head spin, "you can't die on us just yet. The fun ain't over." He let go of Joe, and backed away. The boy sank to the floor to regain oxygen and coughed up a mouthful of water mixed with blood. Joe's head and upper torso were soaked and the boy was shivering something awful. He leaned his head back against the cabinet and took several deep breaths.

Again, Louis approached him with a knife. Joe tucked his knees into his chest and attempted to keep warm. Louis grabbed a handful of Joe's hair close to the crown of his head and yanked upward, forcing Joe to look at his enemy. Joe's eyes were still blazing and Louis wondered when he'd break. Louis ran the knife in front of Joe's blurry vision before placing the blade at Joe's hairline and pressed in, scalping him. Joe screamed as his hair was torn out causing blood to mix with the water running down his face.

Louis placed the piece of scalp into the Manila envelope before handing it to Lorenzo, who looked repulsed. Louis barked out a command and both semi-conscious boys were dragged back to their rooms.

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Unnoticed, Snake slipped out of the room, he had a phone call to make. He dialed the number into the phone and waited. He knew many of Fenton's enemies would love to get their hands on the boys, yet one in particular stuck out.I

"Hello?" The gruff voice answered.

"Mr. Richardson, how are you?" Walter Richardson was a good friend of Snake's. About ten years ago, Fenton had arrested him for extortion, gang violence and possession of stolen artifacts. The two had met in prison, before Snake was moved into high security. Richardson was just released after a nine year incarceration. "I have a proposition for you, one that you cannot deny."

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