BLACK STORM: The Abandoned Son

Chapter 13: The Shroud

"I told you not to make me do this!", Venator yells.

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"If words won't sway you, then violence will."

"What if I die?"

"You're a fugitive, you're as good as dead either way."

His chains wrap around my legs and start dragging me towards him. I try and struggle but it's no use. The chains gasp me too tightly, my skin turns blue. He looks at me with nothing but a blank expression, as I scream in terror his facial expressions are unchanging. Calm down Newt. You can't panic, you have to fight back.

After a short stumble, I hop back on my feet. I jump. While leaping forward at him I focus my power and create another knife, I try and stab him. Suddenly my movement is stopped. I don't reach him. I look down and now see that he has shackled my chest with a chain. His chains are moving on their own like he's controlling them with an invisible hand. 

I stretch and contort myself to try and reach him but it's in vain. His shackles are grabbing me, leaving me hanging in mid-air right in front of him. He has a smirk on his face. He let me get just close enough to barely miss him, just to toy with me. I can tell he's even holding back a laugh too. Oh yeah, let's see you laugh after this. Dollhouse, give me a slightly longer knife. She obediently makes the knife I wanted appear in my hands. The knife appearing allows him to realize his mistake, he swiftly drags me backwards. Though he was too late. I managed to get a swallow slash into his skin.

"This is the second time you've attacked me. After all that I did to help you."

"Serves you right you creep. Now let me go."

"Let you go? Ha, okay."

I don't like how he said that. And I was right to be wary.  His chains snap and whip, they launch me back. I hear a loud metallic sound, as my back hits a dumpster. The dumpster is dented but it's still in one piece, good, the last thing I need is chunks of jagged metal in my back. Speaking of things I don't need, it seems I've begun to cough up blood. It's clear that my injuries have become too great. I have nothing left. I have no fight left in me.

"Are you proud of yourself, beating up a child?", I lay beaten, defeated.

"Yes."

"What are you going to do now?"

"I'm going to show the greatness of Terror."

The man, Venator, raises his fist. His fist starts to glow, a pink colour. I've seen this glow somewhere before.

"What are you planning on doing with that?"

"Just a little conditioning...", he punches me in the face with immense force.

This feeling, it's familiar. My mind drifts off into the immaterial. My body feels painless again somehow. I open my eyes and find myself in a room. This place, it's Subspace. This time though it's not a nightmare realm. It now looks more like an empty dentist's office, a slightly creepy one. Actually, I take that back, all dentist offices look creepy. 

"The realm takes the shape of its owner. That's how it's always worked."

Dollhouse, so you're in here too.

"Not just me.", she points at the corner.

Leaning against a wall is Venator. He was waiting in here for me. Isn't this place in my mind or something, how did he get in here? He's destroyed my body, so now he wants to destroy my mind, is that it? Why is he walking towards me? I want to move away but for some reason, I'm frozen in place. He grabs me but this time not violently.