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Nice to meet you! Thanks for reading. This story has been in my head for a little while now and I'm finally going to post it! I have other ideas but this will be my first to introduce myself again to the art of storytelling. This will have plenty of dark themes in it, so be warned.

I'm rusty with writing! please be patient with me. I'm not that fast of a writer and I also have plenty of priorities, so updates may be slow.

Warning: if you can't handle blood and malicious violence (even to somebody who technically deserves it) then skip to the TL;DR at the bottom!

Chapter 1:

This was one crafty trick, alright. Hacker lifted his gaze to the shadowed captor hatefully. Even putting the electric device in the shape of a collar to further humiliate whoever might be trapped within, which happened to be Hacker himself at the moment.

The beginnings of another shock crackled, stinging again the skin of his neck. Hacker's immediate response was to pull against the chains restraining his wrists, despite that not having worked the past hour. He gritted his teeth, determined not to lose control this time.

With a sharp pop currents of electricity flew through him and once more he broke his inner vow, yells of pain, hatred, and threats leaving him. He was brought to his knees, every muscle cramping from overuse of the energy in his body. Heat and pain blurred his vision and slowed his mind.

After the eternity of thirty seconds, the shocks stopped and he slumped forward. He shook his head furiously to clear his eyes, straightening. Holding on to some kind of dignity.

It was hard to ignore the pain as the lanky man in front of him crouched, but he spat out a threat anyway in between pants. "You'll pay…for this." Luring him here, ambushing him. So effectively that Hacker was embarrassed to not have been able to tell.

"How about we do some guessing?" Pale blue eyes met his coolly.

Maybe Hacker could play his little game. Make some kind of deal, take his revenge later. That would be the wise thing to do, he could admit that. But he would suffer all the pain in the world before bowing his head to the little rat of a villain. His lips twisted in a snarl at the thought. He wasn't listening to what his captor was saying now; he could only think of fantasies of torturing the boyish cyberhuman and revenge.

A file. That caught his attention, cutting through the clouds of anger. It rested easily in the gloved hand as its twin shuffled through pages inside.

He held a photo in Hacker's sight. "You know who this is?"

Hacker could recognize the monstrous bison anywhere. Half machine, half bison, no brains. Wexton. "An old henchman of mine," Hacker said through gritted teeth. His arms were getting sore, the metal cuffs too tight.

The borg took out another. "And this one?"

The one-eyed borg in the photograph was a real eyesore. A cyborg mummy hailing from Pyramidia, by the name of Gorv.

Hacker sneered. "And another." Fear bubbled inside him while the file was shuffled through again. Real fear. These weren't Borgs he was on good terms with. His forced bravado was starting to crumble.

"Almost there," the borg consoled him. If Hacker didn't know him personally he might've thought he was genuine. A photo of Baskerville was displayed. An old one though, he'd lost more teeth since. "I don't think I need to ask you about him."

"Now," the borg said. Rage flashed through those cold blue eyes that Hacker didn't see before. "What do you think we all have in common?" His words were slow and precise.

Hacker's heart was pumping hard. He was weak from his torture and sweating profusely. He had zero control, no cards to play, and was left completely unable to defend himself.

Someone laughed a distance behind him. Hacker surged to is feet and craned his head around to see the three henchmen walking as a group towards him. The chains rattled loudly.

"Stay back!" He shouted, knowing the words were useless. The three good-for-nothings joined his captor and surrounded him, each fiddling with their own weapon and making menacing gestures.

The borg he hated so much spoke again. "To put it bluntly." His fist connected with Hackers mouth. "We're all people you've screwed over."

Hacker's face throbbed and blood pumped to the area. He lunged for the man, but his hands stopped short from the chain. Two inches away.

"We alls were just talkin' 'bout the good old days," Wexton said, clapping Baskerville on the back.

His captor chuckled and stepped away.

Yes, the good old days. Back when nobody dared touch The Hacker. His reputation was a shield, one he'd abused until it simply no longer existed. It's not like he couldn't fight; Hacker had had his fair share of scuffles. It made it so he could avoid confrontations like these - henchmen who could never compete with him on their own banding together. The reminder that nobody saw him like that anymore filled him with rage.

"We're your old friends, remember?" Wexton taunted. He always was loud and obnoxious.

"More like children I had to babysit!" Hacker snapped, instantly regretting it.

Baskerville slammed his fist into his cheek, the impact whipping his head to the side. "With all due respect, former master-" he punched Hacker's shoulder- "shut your mouth."

Blood pulsed to his face. He felt like he might explode. His fingers curled into fists so tight that his knuckles hurt.

Electricity buzzed and crackled again. Hacker could hear the beginning of a warning before pain became his only sense again. He didn't know how long the shock lasted until he collapsed against the chains, his arms the only thing holding him upright. The world tilted around him and he groaned. Sweat dripped off his face onto the floor.

The laughter slowly broke through the buzzing noise in his ears. "Shut up!" He roared, shoving his boots back underneath him and smashing against his restraints. They creaked and groaned under the stress. He could not be mocked like this!

"He still thinks he's in charge!" Gorv said from behind, laughing. Hacker whirled and met the Borg's eye for just a second before seeing a flash of brown in the corner of his vision. He turned back only to be met with a leather strap zinging across his face.

That one stung, bad. His eyes watered, pain radiating in his right eyelid. He dropped his head, furiously squinching his face and grinding his teeth. "I'll kill you!" He hissed.

Metallic cold fingers pinched his jaw and wrenched upwards, forcing Hacker to look at Wexton in the face. The harsh light above him was magnified by his blurry eyes. Wexton threw his non-metal arm high above him and the strap whistled in the air.

"Agh!" White light exploded in his sight along with a multitude of pain.

Wexton cheered for himself while Baskerville clapped. "That one got him good in the eye!"

Hacker fought to open his eyes. The pain was unbearable - it felt like his skin had been torn off. He managed to crack open his left eye to see Wexton flipping the weapon around, club side up. "Don't-"

He yelled when the club smashed on his ribs. His body was trying to curl into a defensive ball but his wrists held him back. He strained hard against them, hardly able to suck in air. They were cutting through his sleeves and into his wrists now.

Wexton landed another solid hit to his ribcage, then another to his stomach and another to his chest, cries forced out of him with each hit. The leather strap again, right across his face. Wexton's robotic hand held his face still this time. The pain and light exploded bigger with each lash. Baskerville joined in, delivering sharp punches to his torso. The combined blows pushed him back and he stumbled. The chains cut a little deeper, breaking his fall.

Baskerville finally backed off and Wexton delivered one last lash. Hacker's entire face stung, flesh screaming. His torso throbbed and he could feel warm liquid trickling down his shirt from a few different places. Blood dribbled down his eyebrow and off his nose. He blinked stupidly, head spinning and sleepy as everything that hurt kept him from passing out.

He finally realized he was looking into Gorv's red, beady eye. He tried to stand up straight but his muscles weren't responding. His wrists hurt so bad; he could feel blood dribbling down is sleeves.

Gorv shook his fist in Hacker's face. "You see this?"

Brass knuckles shined in the harsh light. Gorv's bandages smelled like a rotting steak. Hacker inhaled and spat, spraying red specks all over the Borg's ugly face.

"Heh, he kinda looks like me," Gorv chuckled, unfazed. He swung back and slugged Hacker's mouth. Hacker vaguely registered laughter at his joke as his lip exploded underneath the metal. Blood immediately streamed down his chin and jaw.

Hacker couldn't hold onto consciousness as Gorv punched him again and again - he could only feel ungodly pain and warm, sticky blood all over his face and neck. In his mouth, from his nose. He could hardly breath.

Blows to his stomach woke him right up. His breath was expelled from is chest with an oooof. He doubled over, the chains creaking hard. He heard voices that he couldn't quite discern as pain stabbed his gut, every uppercut lifting his heels slightly off the floor.

He gasped for air and almost immediately choked on blood. "Please-!" Somebody slapped him, spraying blood droplets on his shoulder.

The laughter was so loud now. He felt a rush of panic as his eyes set on the amount of red streaming off his face and body and onto the floor. He blinked profusely, trying to clear his right eye just to see the trio standing back, arms crossed in satisfaction.

"Nice to see you beg," his captor said from behind him. A boot smashed into the spot behind Hackers knee and he crumpled to the floor with a wail, chains keeping his arms tightly outstretched. "Ask me to stop."

A kick to his ribs stopped any hesitation. "Please...stop."

His chains released, completely surprising him. Hacker crashed to the floor on his hands and knees. They laughed harder in front of him as he spat the thick, coppery-tasting liquid from his mouth.

The voice behind him sounded satisfied. Hacker's vision clouded with black. His collar buzzed and popped once more, charging up for more torture.

"How about we make a deal?"

TL:DR: Hacker is trapped by a mysterious enemy who may or may not be somebody we all know. Henchmen from Hacker's past crooked dealings beat him in revenge. Scene ends with no idea as to what happened next or what the mysterious captor wants from him.

There you go! Dark stuff yeahhhhhhh!

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