by GoozX
"Reports have been circulating that an airliner which was headed for Europe was taken in by Jason's fury. We have conflicting reports on this breaking story, as some claim that the airliner simply disappeared into thin air, while others speculate that it went down into the depths of the ocean. We are hoping to find more on this soon. Stick with Action 11 News."
A large build man sat on a comfy tan recliner. His sipped his hot cocoa as he shook his head at the possible carnage. So sad.
The man scratched the side of his cheek. His hand ruffled along his beard, which had grayed with time. His longer hair was still brown in spots, and his face was rough with time and scarred along his forehead. His dark blue shirt was wrinkled in places, his jeans worn out and gray.
Feet from him, in a carriage, his baby cried. They say babies could sense when trouble was looming. The man's wife was quickly by the baby's side and lifted the beautiful baby boy from the carriage. She playfully spun about, but the babe still cried.
"Jackie, here, here." The man's voice commanded attention, deep and strong.
"Here, sir, work your magic," Patricia said with a laugh and a kiss on his rough cheek.
As the baby was placed into the man's hands, its crying stopped. He smiled and clapped his hands. "William Junior loves his father." Jackie's voice was sweet and innocent. The man laughed with joy.
Wind battered the outside wall. But the wall was strong, thick, and lined with steel. Nothing would be striking through it anytime soon.
A door opened with a violent fury, and a young man in uniform appeared. He quickly walked toward the man with his child. There he stopped and stood in attention.
"Yes?" the man asked.
"Colonel, he speaks."
"Very good."
The man kissed his child on the forehead and handed him to his wife. He then followed the young soldier. They walked through the house and into the basement, which was huge, an underground fortress. It contained work stations, weapons being produced in mass quantities, and soldiers training.
The colonel followed the young soldier down another level. Screams could be heard from every direction. Caves and crevices covered grim images of bodies hanging, bloody, scarred, raped, tortured beyond the limits of one's mind.
The colonel lifted a drapery and stepped into a low-lit cave. A young boy had his hands stretched out over a wooden board. His body was slashed through out. His blood covered the floor, his face pale and head held in a vice.
"Finally, young Axel speaks?"
The youngest member of the PSI-Unit opened his right eye; his left one was swollen shut. He opened his mouth, and a swab of blood gushed out. He tried to cough with it but couldn't find the breath. "You sick bastard..." the ten-year-old boy spit out.
"Didn't your parents teach you better?" the colonel said as he motioned for the man to tighten up on Axel's restraints.
The thin metal wire dug into the young boy's flesh. Axel held back the pain though. He gritted his teeth together with such force that he cracked a few.
"Now, give me the access codes."
"Never..."
"You will give them to me." The colonel's anger grew, and he turned toward a soldier. "Release the restraints!"
The soldier never asked twice and released the wires. The colonel grabbed young Axel by the hair and slammed him hard onto a table nearby. He slammed his head onto the table once again. Taking his hand, the colonel held the boy's face right next to it. Picking a hammer off the bench, the colonel reassured the boy, "Your pain shall stop when you give me the info I desire."
Axel's eyes were wide open as the hammer came down on his pinkie finger. His screams filled the air.
It wouldn't be long before the colonel got the secrets he desired. The colonel always got his way, always.
Continued in Chapter 16: Fix This Whole Planet While I'm at It