Affliction - Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Tom Sawyer felt his mind rushing back to the state of consciousness, a dull throbbing making itself known in the back of his skull where he hand been hit with a weapon of some kind.
Tom lifted his hand to probe at the area, to see if there was any blood, but discovered that he was unable. Opening his eyes and looking at his hand, Tom saw that around the wrist was placed a think manacle, with a chain that was bored into the wall. A similar manacle was tightened to his other hand.
Looking around the room under his blonde bangs, Tom saw that the room actually appeared to be in a warehouse of some description, the high ceilings and large buttons on the walls which operated different machines suggesting such a thing. The room smelt of dampness, a smell which if breathed in too deeply would cause one to gag. There was also a noticeable wind, chilling to the bone, flying across the room, and enveloping the young agent, causing him to shiver and add to his state of discomfort. It was also in a state of darkness except for the areas which were near the large windows, the light not turned on, and Tom didn’t know if this was because it didn’t work or for some other reason. Tom himself was still in a river of light, just, as it cut off a few meters to the left of him, leaving the room bathed in darkness again.
Tom wrapped his hands around the chains attached to the manacles and gave a tug, to see if they would free themselves from the ceiling, hoping that the building may be old enough to have a weakened structure so that he could get out of this place. However, he was disappointed when he saw that his trial gave nothing in return other than a few bits of plaster crumbling, but not enough to suggest any form of weakness in the large building.
Blowing out a breath of frustration, Tom quickly averted his gaze to the large door in the corner of the room, and was pushed open, the heavy hinges, creaking as they protested the movement, and two figures walked into the room. The first figure of the two appeared to be a tall man, of very large build, and the other was not much different, except that he was slightly shorter. Tom couldn’t help but know that something seemed familiar about the two men, but couldn’t quite figure out what it was.
The first of the two men walked further into the room; coming closer and closer to Tom until eventually they were standing just in front of him, but still in the shadow so that he could not see their identity.
‘You just couldn’t leave well enough alone could you, Agent Sawyer’ the man said the last part with a tone of hate in his voice. Tom noticed that the man was English, his accent giving that away.
Tom simply swallowed, not knowing what to say, and hoping that maybe this kidnapper would reveal themselves, for all of the trying to figure it out was beginning to make this throbbing skull ache even more.
Stepping forward so that he was now in the light, Charles Williams walked straight up to Tom and punched him across the jaw, causing his head to snap to the side.
‘You couldn’t because you are just an interfering child!’ Charles screamed into a dazed Tom’s face, his hand gripping Tom around the jaw, his fingers squeezing on the delicate skin which he had just tainted.
‘Now, now Charles, don’t be so rough on the boy yet. We still have a lot of catching up to do’ laughed the other man, and Tom felt his heart beginning to thunder in his chest. It can’t be!
Walking over to stand beside Charles, M pulled the other mans hand away from Toms face, moving so that he could stand face to face with the younger man, looking down at him as if he were a mere insect that he had found under his shoe. Grabbing a handful of Toms hair at the back of his head, the young man giving out a weak cry at the pain lanced through his aching skull, M pushed his face so close to Tom that he were a mere hairs length away,
‘That’s right boy, your going to be screaming by the time I’m done with you. I lost everything because of you and that dried up old relic, and now I’m going to make sure that you pay’ M hissed into Toms face, and released his hair before punching the young man across the cheek bone, causing the skin to split and a line of blood to appear and trickle down his handsome face.
Pulling his head up, Tom tasted the blood from his cheek run over his lips, and gagged at the taste, metallic and disgusting. Shaking his head to get rid of the dizziness and swaying that had formed over his vision, Tom stood up straight and looked M right in the eye as he said,
‘You don’t think that the League know that I’m gone. They’ll get here and this time they’ll make sure your dead!’ Tom stated, hoping that what he was saying what true and not just wishful thinking on his behalf.
Spinning on his heel, M stalked over to Tom and placed a vice like grip of a hand around Toms throat, slamming the young agents head back into the wall, and receiving a cry from him. Leaning into Toms ear, M lifted his other hand and placed it on the side of Toms face as he whispered,
‘I want them to come, and I want that hunter to hold another ‘son’ in his arms, broken and weak, just like he is and just like you are going to be’ Pulling back, M laughed at the look of anger, hatred and pain that were painted on the other man face. Turning his head to look at Charles, but his hands still around Toms throat, only not as tight, and on his face, M said,
‘How about a little fun, eh?
Allan and the rest of the League where standing in the dining room; trying to decide what the best course of action in finding Tom was. Standing at the head of the table, Allan felt his heart swelling with worry for the young man whom he had grown to love as a son. He would never forgive himself if he let anything happen to Tom, and so he was going to do all in his will to get him back.
‘Alright! We need to think were this madman could have went. Now we know that he hasn’t left because Nemos men are at the docks and no report has come back, so where else do you suggest?’ Allan said, wracking his brains with any ideas for where this man could have taken Tom.
A floating hand, glasses and coat made its way over to stand beside Allan, and Skinner said in his cockney accent,
‘I say we search the big buildings, see if he took Tom er’
Allan scratched his aged fingers over his white beard before saying,
‘Yes, but there are so many, it could take days. Nemo, can any of your men be of service to this mission?’ Allan asked the wise captain.
Nemo nodded his head in response as he said ‘Of course, as this is a very important mission we have. I will get on it right away’ Nemo called one of his servants, and ordered them to go and round up a group of men to help the search.
‘Well, Mr. Q, I could fly and see if I can see anything’ Mina suggested, knowing that she could scope the skies and see if she noticed anything suspicious.
‘That’s a great idea, thank you Mrs. Harker’ Allan said and then turned to Jekyll, knowing that he couldn’t ask him to set Hyde loose, as the result could have terrible consequences if Mr., Hyde decided that he didn’t want to help.
‘I’ll stay here and wait for word on anything’ Henry suggested in a slightly nervous gesture, and received a grateful smile from Allan.
‘Thank you Henry that would be greatly appreciated’
Turning to look at Skinner, or at least what was visible of Skinner, Allan said,
‘You and I will take the automobile and see if we can see anything.’
And with that all of the members of the League went to help find their young friend, all of them having a similar feeling of worry in the pit of their heart.
‘Ahhhh!’ Tom Sawyer screamed as another slice was made across his chest, adding to the three that were already there.
‘Do tell me if it hurts…so that I can continue’ M said as he laughed in sadistic delight, enjoying the look of agony that crossed Toms face every time that he drew the blade into his flesh.
Panting heavily, Tom tightened his grip on the chains, certain that he was going to draw blood. His shirt was ripped open at the front and was exposing his chest and abdomen, both of which were covered with large gashes, the blood running down and getting absorbed by the fabric of his trousers, the rim no longer grey, but a hue of light red.
‘Did you really think that I was going to let you get away with destroying years of hard work? A brat like you!’ M said before drawing the blade across his abdomen, and ripping another cry from his throat.
Feeling sweat beginning to bead along his brow, his blonde bangs beginning to stick to his forehead as he panted heavily against the pain. Tom watched through eyes that were half closed, his mind wanting to get away from the torture, as M walked over to a table in the middle of the room, and set the blade down beside various other ‘weapons’.
No longer able to fight it, Tom felt his mind cloud and his eyes shut, and soon he was unaware of the pain in his body.
Turning to look at the form of the boy, M walked over to the boy who was slightly slumped down, his knees bending and his arms stretched high above him in what looked like a painful fashion.
Placing his hand under Toms jaw, tilting his head up slightly, M said to Charles, while looking at Tom,
‘I going to enjoy breaking him’
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