.hack//SIGN Fan Fiction / .hack//LIMINALITY Fan Fiction / .hack//Legend Of Twilight Bracelet Fan Fiction ❯ Episode Three: .hack//Liberty ❯ Torture ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter Two- Torture- The Real World

 

He woke up to extreme pain.

“MERDE!” He screamed. He looked around. He was no longer in the cell, but in a stone room, hooked up to a device. The gunman smiled.

“Good evening.” He said. Dan glared at him.

“Go to hell.”

“Ah, ah, ah! That is bad speech.” The man pushed a button. Electricity flowed through the wires hooking Dan up. He screamed in pain. He looked down. They had ripped his pants and shirt open, and had placed the wires all over him.

He was being tortured by shock therapy.

“This is a direct violation of the Geneva Convention!” Dan yelled.

“War-time criminals?”

“Yes! There is a digital war going on! We are your captives!”

“Now is there? Well, this country hasn't exactly followed the rules and guidelines of the UN, now, have we?” He pushed the button again. Dan grunted, not allowing the pain to get to him. The man laughed.

“Well, here, let me tell you this: your parents have been issued a ransom: your computers. Once we open the files contained in them, we'll be able to convict you of your crimes. It'll be easier if you just talk.” He said before he laughed.

“What if they don't give you the computers?”

“We told them you would never be returned to them.”

“Implying that you'll kill us. That way they have no choice but to give you what you want.”

“Sharp little boy.” He pushed the button again. Dan cried out, not expecting it. “Heh. I love my job. But, enough of this. Now it's time for the fun part.” He unhooked Dan. “They gave you to my care because of one thing- I can make boys talk.”

“And how's that?” Dan asked.

“Oh, you'll find out.” He pointed his gun at Dan. “Stand up.” Dan obliged. The gunman then grabbed his groin and squeezed. HARD. Dan gasped in pain. “Welcome to another level in pain.” He pulled Dan's pants down.

 

Dan hobbled back into his cell. Vanessa soon entered.

“BABE!” She cried out, giving him a hug.

“Not so hard.” He petitioned. She looked at him.

“What did they do to you?”

“That's a secret.” Two trays of food slid in. Dan looked at it. “Bologna and cheese sandwiches. Water. Stale chips. This is a swimmingly good dinner.” He looked at the clock. `Only fifteen hours to go.' He looked at Vanessa and motioned her over. “I'll tell you what they did. Come here.” Vanessa crawled over. “Look surprised and horrified.” Dan said. Vanessa did. “In fifteen hours we are escaping. That is our only chance. Hopefully Helba will send someone to help. But, until then, put up with the pain. Whatever they're doing. I know it hurts. It's our only hope.” Vanessa nodded.

“Sorry to hear that babe. I hope it feels better.” Dan rubbed his back.

“I wish he wasn't so rough.” He took a bite out of his sandwich. “Hey, this isn't that bad.” He promptly threw it back up.

 

Three hours later Dan was back in the torture room. This time the man boiled water and placed a fire poker in it.

“Now, it's time to let the flesh burn.” He pulled out the poker and touched it to Dan's side. He was in extreme pain, but didn't allow himself to show it. He wasn't going to give this man gratification.

“Tough nut.” The torturer said. He pressed it into Dan harder.

A man ran into the torture room, causing the torturer to drop the poker.

“Sir, the computers are on their way. They'll be here in ten hours, approximately.”

“That long?”

“Hey, they live almost a thousand miles away! Maybe more.” Dan coughed. He had to be on the other side of the United States! Probably San Francisco, he thought. The torturer smiled.

“That means ten more hours with you.” He put the poker down. “This could be fun.” The other man sighed.

“Don't hurt him too bad.”

“Oh, don't worry. He'll live.”

“Those are the two magic words!” Dan sighed as the other man left. He had gotten a good look at his nametag. `Hagarensi', he thought, `you're mine.' The torturer smiled at him. Dan bared his teeth.

“Feisty. You'd make a good boy in my collection. However, I have to release you. Might as well get as much use out of you as possible.” Dan moaned internally as the man's hand slid under his waistband.

This man was going to die.

 

Dan looked at Vanessa.

“The computer parts are almost here. We have a while to wait.” He said. “It'll take them a long time to break through my security passwords.” He smiled. “I'm good at what I do.” Vanessa looked at the clock.

“Ten o'clock. I normally watch the news.” Dan smiled at that.

“It won't be long now.”

 

One hour passed by. The loudspeaker cracked on.

“We have gotten into your computer's files. We are now checking your logs, data, and files. It won't be long now.” It cracked off.

“Damn. Took them sooner than I had expected.” Dan said. “We need a distraction. Do you have anything to do?” Vanessa shook her head.

“Everything was taken from me.” Dan nodded.

“Well, they took my cell phone. I would have normally played a game on it. I know! Let's play a fun game.” He looked at the security cameras. “Hey. We'll confess if you do one thing.”

“What is that?” The loudspeaker voice asked.

“If all of you go to hell.” Dan said.

“Now.” Vanessa added.

“That's it. I'm turning those mikes off. They aren't saying incriminating anyway.” The voice said. Another voice replied.

“I guess so. It isn't like they can say anything that'll be NEWS to us. We have their computers. It's too late for a confession. And we are going to HEAVEN for exterminating scum like you, thank you very much.” Dan laughed. “What was that for?”

“Simple. You fools are tricked into believing whatever is told to you. You mindless followers, when will you rise up and live your life, for it is yours alone?” Dan asked. There was silence on the other line for a second.

“Turning mikes off.” There was a whine. The voice laughed.

“Now, then, you two are going to listen to jazz music for the next three hours.”

“Good luck with that.” Dan muttered.

“Starting now.” Jazz filled the room.

“It worked.” Vanessa said.

“Shall we dance?” The door opened.

“It's time for you two to come with us.” The torture man said. Dan looked at the clock. Twenty minutes.

“Aww, no sleep?”

“You haven't the right to.”

“Ass.” Vanessa said.

“Bitch.” The man replied back. Dan sighed.

“Where are we going?”

“None of your concern.”

“YES, it is.” Dan said. The man looked at him, and walked over to Dan.

“When I say it isn't any of your concern,” he whipped out a switchblade and sliced Dan on the abdomen, deep enough to draw blood but not to kill, “I mean it.” Dan didn't grant him a cry, grunt, or anything. He just spat in the man's face. The torturer looked grimly at him.

“Never, in my years, have I met someone as spirited as you. I think I'll have you here, in front of this girl, one last time.” He ripped Dan's pants off, tearing them into shreds. Vanessa looked at the floor, saw his wallet and other items, and grabbed them and put them into her pocket. She started to look up.

“Don't look.” Dan grunted. Vanessa willed herself away. She tried not to look. But, she did.

She regretted it for the rest of her life. Dan was being raped, right in front of her. But there was nothing she could do. She felt so helpless. That was, until she saw the switchblade on the floor. Feigning a faint, she fell on top of the switchblade, picked it up, collapsed it, and put it inside one of her pockets. She glanced at the clock.

Ten minutes.

The torturer finished up. Dan fell onto the floor, his hidden pain clear in his eyes. The torturer zipped his pants up. Dan's blood dripped onto the ground.

She looked at the clock.

Five minutes. Dan looked at her and winked at her, knowing she truly wasn't unconscious. The torturer laughed.

“I think that should do it for the dual torturing session. Have a good evening.”

“Do I get any clothes?” Dan asked slowly, already knowing the answer.

“Why should you?” Dan groaned.

“It's cold.”

“Too bad. Piss on yourself.” The torturer left, mocking Dan in a falsetto voice. Dan looked at the clock as he stood up.

“One minute. Our deliverance draws nigh. Get up, Vanessa. We're going to have to run in a sec.”

“But you're hurt!” She protested.

“It's our only choice.”

“You're naked.”

“It's our only chance.”

“You're bleeding.”

“More of a reason to go.” He looked at the clock. “Give me your hair cloth.” She unwrapped her hair, which she had put into a long, wide, piece of cloth. Dan then wrapped it around his waist. The blood soaked through. He sighed.

“I might need stitches. Oh well. Three seconds?”

“Ready?” Vanessa asked. Two seconds.

“Steady?” Dan asked. One second.

“GO!” They both shouted. The lights flickered off, the emergency lights turned on, and the door flew open. They both ran into the darkness.