Hello dearies! It's been a while, I know. Sorry about that, but I've been in the middle of a move. Anyway, I really like this chapter and I hope you guys do too!
Reviews:
AsgardianGrizzly: Thanks! I really like your idea, but it may be another few chapters before I can get it up, since this chapter is already Minho whump centric. But on that note, I think you'll enjoy this very much! Thanks for reviewing!
Don'tTrustTheBarrels: Thank you! Thanks for sending a request, I'll see what I can do. Enjoy the story!
Sydney: You're very welcome. Ha, yes the interview was the one with the animated interviewer! One of my favorites! Glad you like the story!
fadingshadowss: Thank you! Cool idea, very original. I'll definitely try to use it in here somewhere!
Guest: Thank you! Glad you liked it!
Minho sat in a chair, strapped down at his wrists and ankles. Anger emanated from his very being. The air vibrated with his hatred. In front of him stood a smug looking man in a lab coat. Lincoln. He pointed to a whiteboard where he'd written eight names.
Thomas, Newt, Frypan, Aris, Harriet, Sonya, Teresa and Brenda.
Minho gritted his teeth. He'd been there for nearly half an hour.
"How many shucking times do I have to tell you! I won't choose!" He screamed.
"You will choose or everyone on this list will perish," Lincoln recited, as if reading from a script.
"You have five minutes left to decide."
Minho stared, picturing every way that he might hurt Lincoln. His breathing grew ragged, like a wild animal's, and his eyes darted everywhere at once. There was no escape.
There was no escape!
"I. Will. Not. Choose."
Lincoln only pressed his lips into a thin line, annoyed. Minho threw his body forward. The chair scooted forward half a centimeter. His bonds bit into his skin. A roar erupted from deep inside his throat.
"Let me go! Let me out of this shucking room you sadistic, klunk-for-brains, murders!" Minho shrieked. He gasped for breath, chest heaving painfully.
"Three minutes," Lincoln droned.
"Rat man! I know you can hear me! Get down here now!" He lunged forward again. The chair teetered. He snarled and flung his head around. Something snapped inside him.
"Please! Don't make me choose!" Minho's voice cracked. His head slumped down and his shoulders sagged. Each and every muscle quivered and trembled. A sob racked his body.
"Don't make me choose..." he rasped.
"One minute," Lincoln reminded, raising his eyebrows expectantly.
"Please..." Minho loathed the tears that fell from his eyes. His strength was gone. He was broken. And now his friends would all die. Maybe it would be better to choose one to save...
"You're sick! All of you...you're disgusting!" Minho wept. Helplessness slammed into him.
"Fifteen seconds."
"I can't...Please...I..." He choked on tears. He trembled. He felt so tired, so very tired.
"Five seconds."
Minho managed to raise his headed slightly. He set his jaw.
"I'm sorry..." he whispered.
"Final answer?"
Minho stayed silent; shook his head. Lincoln walked closer, footsteps echoing in the bare room. His slimy hands found Minho's chin and squeezed.
"Congratulations, you've completed the third trial. You will be escorted into the communal room shortly," Lincoln smiled with no emotion, and left the room. A moment later, Minho's bonds became undone. He practically fell out of the chair, slumping down to the floor.
He lay on his back and gasped, eyes wide. His mind shut down. Pain drummed in his temples.
His eyes found a camera, perched in the ceiling like a vulture. He focused on drawing his finger in a line along his neck.
"I will end you," He whispered.
"That's a promise."
I know it's short, but I quite like it! Please review! Oh! On a completely unrelated note, has anyone gone to see Deadpool yet? You really should. It's amazing!
Wolf Out...