The Cursed Ones

The Torture Chamber

Being tortured was not on my bucket list. But it still happened. Even though I was wanted alive, Ryan had the joy of being able to torture me. I'm not sure he knew I like the cold, but he stuck me in a chamber that can change location. Sort of. It's like a weather chamber.

First, was the ice cold. I was surrounded by snow, and ice, and ironically there was a snowman right next to me. I breathed in the fresh air, relishing the cold feeling.

After five minutes, the landscape changes. I was sitting in sand, the ocean not far away, and the sun blazing down on me. The ropes that tied my hands got sand in them, and when I moved it rubbed them, scratching my skin.

I was sweating up a lake, when the scene changed yet again. I was now sitting in a chair, cuffs around my wrists and ankles. The room was black, and there was a single light in the middle of the ceiling.

I could hear footsteps walking around the room. "I see weather change does not affect you my dear. Well, we have other ways to make you talk." A deep mans voice said.

"Whoa. Wait. Make me talk? About what?" I asked.

He chuckled. "Are you that oblivious? We want to know where the cure is girl."

"Why? Why do you want that?"

He just sighed. "It's valuable to us. It can cure anything, mortal or godly. It can even take a gods power away from them."

"And you expect me to just tell you where it is? "

"Hmm. I see it's time to test out that chair your sitting in." I hear a button click, and a jolt of electricity goes from my finger tips to my toes. It was just for a second, but he pressed it again for longer this time. At least ten seconds.

I saw steam coming off my arms, and my teeth wouldn't stop chattering. My limbs felt like jelly. I felt like I could slide right out of the cuffs.

Just as I started to get feeling back, the room changed again. I couldn't breath. I felt a hand around my neck, pushing me up against the wall, my feet dangling.

I grab for the hand, trying to pry it off as I gasp for breath. I hear the same man laugh, as everything starts to turn dark. Just as I start to black out, the room changes yet again. I'm laying back on them metal table, cuffed up again.

I see a floating orb through black spots, coming towards me with a needle pointing out of it. It stops just next to me and I see a figure grab the needle and stab it hard into my hard, pushing on the end to force the liquid out and into my arm. I try not to scream from the pain, as he draws it out. My vision goes red and I black out.


Jazz's POV

Vahl has disappeared. We got the museum, and we were both looking for something that looked like a cure, and she disappeared.

"Vahl! Vahl where are you?" I yelled through the museum. I got angry looks from the other people, but I didn't care this time. She was gone, and I was worried and quite possibly mad.

I ran through the halls, bumping into people, apologizing on the way by. I yelled her name again, this time my voice sounding angry. I stop by a glass showcase and stomp my foot. I feel a hand pull my wrist down and I turned around and saw......... Nothing.

"What the heck?" I softly said.

"Jazz. It's Vahl. I'm using a cloaking device. There's a man in a black jacket, and blue jeans behind you. He's a spy. He's got the slick blonde hair and blue eyes. German probably. Don't let him know I'm talking to you, and don't look."

"Well, talking to a person who's invisible isn't going to attract attention now would it?"

"Well, ya. I guess your right. Never mind. He's one of Ryan's men."

"Wait. Ryan? What's wrong with Ryan?" I whisper, pretending to look at an old document.

"Ryan kidnapped Lizzie. I attached a tiny camera to her backpack to make sure she got here okay, and I saw something like a car chase, and Ryan was kinda torturing her. I attached a camera to her jacket too. Leo gave 'em to me."

Anger boiled up in my chest. "So he thinks he can just kidnap my sister, make me give him the antidote, and be okay with that?" I whisper harshly as I turn to the next parchment about lady who was in the Alamo while it was bombarded.

"Jazz. Calm down. She's okay. Lizzie's tuff. You know that. We need to think this through before we make any rash decisions. The worst thing we could do is get captured ourselves. We need to plan it out and help her, instead of, like I said, get captured ourselves."

I opened my mouth to say something, but I felt a hand go over it. "The guy in the black jacket is coming over. Slowly walk away and into the room next door. Get your weapon out and get ready. He's got a blade."

Notes

Sorry again that this one is short. I'll do my best to update and get in touch with DOTS. If you have any suggestions, just let me know!