| One took hold of Zac and 'threw' him back into the cell. The other once again came for me, and once again restrained me in the chair. Matt had gone for Taylor. "As you can tell, I'm a little pissed off right now... and who better to take my frustration out on?" he said, somehow connecting the gadget in his hands to the pipe Taylor was restrained to. Taylor didn't move, but never took his eyes away from him. Matt stared at him for moment, before flicking a switch on the small black box. Then he stood up and stepped back. A small whirring noise came from the box as it began it's work. Taylor looked around nervously, wondering what was happening. It wasn't for a few moments until he found out. He hissed for a second, as his hands felt for the back wall and he tried to push himself forward. Matt only grinned at him. No one else know what was happening. "Ah!" he cried a short time later. I noticed he was beginning to shake. "What's happening?" came Ike's voice. "Shut up," Matt ordered, without looking at him. "Oh my God, oh my God, please..." Taylor began, "please, stop it." Matt only continued watching. Taylor wouldn't look at him. "Oh man... stop it! It's... AH!" he exclaimed, his eyes beginning to water. Matt's grin grew wider. "Please, I can't..." Taylor begged, before he started yelling from the pain. Isaac refused to watch, as he clenched his fists. Amy and Angie were just looking startled again. Still, it went on. Taylor's cries increased with the pain, as did the look of joy on Matt's face. It was a number of minutes before Matt finally took the key to Taylor's hand cuffs and unlocked them. His hands flew to his neck. "Move your hands, unless you want me to chop them off," Matt ordered. Taylor did as he was told. Matt spun the dial on the chain, and removed it slowly. Taylor's hands now flew to the back of his neck as he crawled forward and lay on the floor. Parts of the plastic coating on the bike chain had melted, but that was nothing compared to the red mark now on Taylor's neck. He coughed and gasped for breath as Matt simply watched over. I hated him so much for that. Everyone was silent, before he finally left the room. He just left Taylor where he was. Minutes later, the pole caught our attention as it began to glow red. "Oh my God..." Amy began. "Tay? Taylor? Are you going to be ok?" Isaac asked. I saw him nodding slightly. "Are you sure?" He nodded again, struggling to his hands and knees. "Say something," Amy pleaded. "Like what?' he croaked. She sighed with relief. He began taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. It seemed to work, and after a while he began to sit up. Not long after he did, we once again heard footsteps. "They may as well stay in here, they come that often," Ike murmured. Taylor was looking worried. Once the door was opened, both Matt and Troy entered, talking. "This is really very extraordinary, I'll show you," Matt was saying. Taylor backed up against the wall as they stopped in the centre of the room, facing us. Troy was watching him. "Do they know about it?" he asked, as Matt revealed some sort of remote control. "They used to," he replied, before pressing a button, then putting it away. "When you're ready, there's a button on the back of her chair. Press it," he said, looking at me. Troy glanced at him, then came over to me. Matt watched. Troy looked for the button at the back, and pressed it. "Ahh!" Taylor and I both let out a cry of agony, as I felt a sharp pain in my right hip. "Get her out of there, quick," Matt ordered. Taylor was rolling on the floor clutching his hip, as Troy watched on in confusion. I was unstrapped, and hauled from the chair. Isaac's eyes widened at what he saw. There was a metal point, half an inch in diameter at the base and about three inches long, poking out from the chair where my hip had been. It was covered in blood. "It really does happen," Troy's eyes widened. "Told you," Matt smiled. "So what are we going to do with it?" Troy asked. Matt hesitated. "I was thinking of making it a three-way," he replied. Taylor and I - too preoccupied - didn't register at first what it meant, but the others did. Matt took the remote again and pressed another button. Taylor suddenly seemed to be breathing easier. Matt knelt down to us. "In case you're wondering, it didn't just 'wear out' as you thought it did... it was just deactivated," he grinned, before standing again. Taylor rolled onto his back with a moan. "Try that again," Troy said, interested. Matt shrugged, and went to press the button again. "No, no... Ah!" Taylor began, again buckling from the sudden pain. The two men smiled at each other. "Let's go," Matt said, pressing the second button again. Taylor collapsed onto his stomach with relief, before Matt took hold of his upper arm and pulled him up. Troy pulled me up just as another man entered the room. He went to Zac's cell, entered the code, and fetched him from inside. Zac saw the blood on my hands and looked away. We were taken to the door, and led out once again. "So, who's going first?" Troy asked, as we began down the corridor. I could hardly walk. "Taylor," Matt replied. We weren't surprised to hear that. We came to the end of the corridor and turned left. We stopped at the door at the very end. Troy unlocked and opened it. As soon as we were in, he shoved me into the left corner. The room was painted a greeny/blue. In the right corner sat a chair much like Isaac's. But the main attraction of the room was the table in the centre, which was surrounded by stainless steel operating tools, and a large light overhead. Two men were already there, wearing surgical gloves and masks. "What the hell...?" Taylor began once he saw it. Zac was taken over to the chair, shoved into it, and had his wrists strapped. |
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| Chapter 17 - Operations |
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