PART 2

Thomas's eyes felt heavy, they felt so heavy in fact that he could barely open them, but he needed to; for some odd reason, he knew he needed to. He tried to move, but couldn't; it felt as if his hands were tied with rope. He struggled for a bit, before eventually just barely opening his eyes and staring ahead of him; when he did, he noticed that he was seated on a metal stool; one of those things you sit on when you're waiting to be called to the doctor's room, he mused. Thomas's brain started to slowly function again, at least enough for him to realize that he had no idea where he was, what day of the week it was, or how he got there. He couldn't be too surprised at the latter, he didn't remember the journey.

When his mind started to get into gear, Thomas realized that he was not alone; two other people sat to either side of him. The one to his left had their legs crossed in what looked like an old fashioned skirt, while the one to his right was covered in bandages and seemed rather quiet, possibly being asleep. Upon trying to move, it became apparent that he was not alone; the restraints were quite strong. Thomas decided that if he couldn't move and he could barely open his eyes, he would try and sleep, perhaps he could sleep his way out of whatever this was. He closed his eyes and, despite the fact that his brain was sluggish, tried to take a couple of deep breaths to relax himself.

However, upon doing so, he felt a sharp pain shoot through his stomach and chest, not quite a stabbing pain, but a pain nonetheless. It felt like a large needle had been thrust through him, but he couldn't be sure, as he wasn't given any medication or given a place to defecate. Thomas assumed he had been stabbed in the belly or chest, but he felt no pain. He remained as calm as possible and just took deep breaths to keep his body from shaking as hard as it felt like it might, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something awful was about to happen to him, and it came.

Thomas felt as if the needle had pierced him, and then the pain began. The pain he felt had no beginning or end, it was as if he was being torn to pieces; the pain was so deep and so constant that he couldn't possibly hold it in. He screamed and wailed, and his arms started to fall limp and then his head, then his legs. He screamed for what seemed like hours and then he was just screaming and screaming. The piercing pain was almost unbearable, but he somehow managed to maintain his composure; the pain was just that deep and he wasn't sure if it would ever stop, but he refused to give in and just screamed and screamed.

Eventually, the one in the skirt spoke, "I am afraid that if you scream much more, you will never stop."

Thomas didn't say a word; he didn't know what to say; he just stared at her, and hoped that if he didn't move or make a sound, the pain would end and he could move and speak. She continued, "We have been waiting for you for a while now; if you are truly the person who we believe you to be, then this is the greatest revenge."

Thomas couldn't speak, he could barely even move; his mind was still a bit sluggish. He wasn't quite sure if what she had said was a threat or not; but he had no other choice but to take the threat at face value and assume that it was. The one with the bandages on him spoke next, "You seem like a good man; this torture should not go on forever."

Thomas still had no response, he just kept his gaze fixed on the woman in the skirt, his mind working overtime to figure out why she had to punish him for something that he didn't even remember doing. He knew they couldn't possibly know that he was innocent and innocent people don't get tortured, so he had to believe that they had found him out.

The woman in the skirt spoke again, "He's not as innocent as he appears Bandages, they call him the Scar-Face Reaper, mutilator of 3 crime bosses in a single day, but a lot of people have made him out to be a good guy. But you're not the good guy, you never were."

Thomas couldn't even begin to respond, or he thought he couldn't, but the bandages started to come off slowly. He couldn't believe it; how could he do that? He stared at the man for a while before he could even formulate a thought or response. The woman then picked up a large wooden cane and turned around; she looked to be about 40, was tall, and had a thin build. She walked over to the man with the bandages and stood before him, cane in hand.

She took a few steps back and began, "Look at him, he's just a teenager, so it's easy to say that he's a good guy. The truth is, the Scar-Faced Reaper is guilty of the most heinous of crimes. He is the greatest mutilator the streets have ever seen, and what he has done will never be undone. If there were a medal to be awarded, it would be the Medal of Great Mutilation. He has done it to a man just for jay-walking."

Thomas could only stare as she continued, "Now... we should be ashamed that we ever believed in the Scar-Face Reaper, and that we would even call him a hero. Heroes don't torture innocent people, they have morals and values. Our justice system is a mess. Some of us are willing to throw out all the rule books and do what's right, no matter what it is. We are the only ones left. We're in the last stages of an inevitable end, because we have done so many good things. But, it's only a matter of time before the system becomes corrupt, and when it does, there will be no redemption, no mercy, only pain and death, and then the end. So here's your reward: Your torture is just beginning." She then struck him in the stomach with the cane, causing him to scream again, but he held it in, and just shook uncontrollably.

He felt as if she had hit him a dozen times, and each time he felt something snap inside of him; it was as if his stomach had been torn open and all the contents had been ripped out. He screamed and wailed again, and again his screams filled the entire room. His head and limbs felt like lead weights, making it impossible for him to respond or move, except for the one thing he truly wanted to do. She stopped and then walked over to him again. She then took a large knife from her back pocket and stuck it into the flesh of his arm, just under the elbow. When she pulled it out, blood oozed out of the deep gash, just a single drop at first, but then it became a steady stream that came from the wound. He cried out again and again, but somehow the pain was softening. It felt as if he was slowly going numb.

Thomas fell into an exhausted sleep, his head, body, and limbs feeling like they belonged to someone else, not him. The pain was gone, and he had no idea how he was even still alive. It was this moment, The Scar-Face Reaper spoke as Thomas slept, "Now, we're going to torture a criminal."

"What?" Said the woman in the skirt.

The Scar-Face Reaper snapped his restraints with a sudden clang, and stood up as if he had just forgotten about them. "Do you know who I am?" He said.

"No." She replied.

"Well, let me give you a quick introduction, I'm The Scar-Face Reaper." He said, "I kill people and their loved ones. I cut off a loved one's fingers, cut off their ears and their lips, tear off their genitals and their eyes and their testicles and leave them to die. I've even cut people in half and spread their guts and innards all over the streets and left them for the dogs to eat. I've done all this just to show that I can and that I am willing to do it again. You think that you have committed some sort of unforgivable sin, but you're wrong, because your sin was committed against me."

The woman in the skirt started to panic, she grabbed her cane and swung at the The Scar-Face Reaper; however, he grabbed it out of the air and bent it, she then swung again, but this time the cane went flying off and skittering across the floor. He then slapped her across the face, the impact sent her to the ground, and a cramp formed in her thigh as she tried to get back up. He grabbed her throat with his free hand and started to strangle her. She started gasping for air and trying to raise her hand and beat him, but he just squeezed his hand tighter and started to strangle her even more. She then started to plead and cry for mercy, but all of it only made the torture worse, and he choked her to death. The next target was the man in the bandages, "Go on, sit!" He commanded the man, the man just looked at him and nodded.

The Scar-Face Reaper tied the man up, and then he went to work on him. He first took his fingers and cut them off, and then he cut off one of his ears. Finally he decided to take off his other ear, and he used it to smack the man's face. As he did this, the man's skin started to tear open and blood started to pour out. The man's entire body was covered in blood, and it dripped down to the floor, almost like a puddle. The man pleaded for mercy again and again, but the man was doing his best to fight back against The Scar-Face Reaper, but he was no match for him. The man's body shook from the intensity of the pain and his body still twitched slightly, even after the man had died. When the Scar-Face Reaper finally was done with the torture, he left the room and locked it.

He looked down towards his injuries, they weren't as bad as they could have been. It would still hurt a bit, but he would be able to function normally again. "Damn, Thomas is going to be confused when he wakes up again," thought The Scar-Face Reaper.