Turncoat: The first chapter

Chapter 6: rebel

Bugsy sat in a metal chair, her head slumped down. Her eyes hadn't opened, but she had slowly awakened, her devices immediately clicking onto various sounds. She forcibly opened her eyes as they kept shutting before she could finally hold her eyelids up. She shifted her head to each side to look around at her surroundings. Everything was blurry and still adjusting in her head. She looked up and saw a bright, white light shining down on her. She tried to move her hands, but she felt a metal shackling on them. She looked down and squinted, trying to see her wrists. The filter over her eyes slowly faded and she could see restraints over her wrists that were attached to the chair. She groaned in distress and wiggled her arms violently until she did this movement with her whole body, trying to break free. It was then that she felt the restraints on her legs and her vision adjusted to the entire room. She was in "the doctor's" room where she had witnessed him experimenting on what appeared to be a young boy. She then panicked and began to scream. "Help! Help!" She yelled in pure distress and fear. "Shhh," she heard an almost silent voice say, breaking her screams and causing her devices to focus on it. "Click." She tried to turn but the back of the steel chair was too high and blocked her head from seeing behind her. She could hear him stand up and the rustling of his pants as he strides forward. "Shouldn't your ears hurt when you yell?" He joked in a calm voice, making him seem even more psychotic. He stepped in front of her and she could see it was the doctor, except his mask wasn't on. His thin, white hair wisped around the back and sides of his head, but thinned out toward the top, his gut stuck out slightly, yet his arms were small and thin, his watery blue eyes focused in on her with pitch black pupils as if he had nothing behind them, and his red undertoned skin showed through and dominated his entire tone, making him appear pink. He had his hands behind his back, but she could hear his rubber gloves rubbing together as he cupped his hands. "You." She said in a manic tone, wanting to kill him with all her heart. "Ah, we meet again." He said slightly laughing to himself. "What do you want? I have nothing to give you. My ability is useless." She said, completely convincing herself she was right. "Well," he started. "That clearly can't be true. I saw how you fight. You know how to use them now." He smiled as he said this and leaned close to her with a proud expression. She jolted in her chair in one last attempt to get out, keeping her fierce eyes locked onto his. He backed up and slowly walked around the room in front of her. "What are you going to do?" She asked, not breaking her expression even though she was terrified. "Me?" He asked and looked behind himself, trying to make a joke. She didn't even move and kept scowling at him. Well," he began and walked over to her calmly. "I'm going to teach you a lesson." He said, his charming expression dropping to a soulless and angered face as he leaned into her. Her strong eyes instantly turned to worrisome ones as he backed up and made his way to the door. He opened it and a handful of guards walked in and stood all around her. She wiggled her wrists and looked around in panic, not knowing what would happen next. Then, a handful of nurses came in and they had someone in the middle of the pack. They shoved her forward and the nurse in the back slammed the door. Bugsy gasped as she saw her beloved Laila with handcuffs on being shoved to the ground. Her face wasn't smiling anymore and her red lipstick was smeared. She was bruised all over and Bugsy could see this as she looked up slowly at her with a black eye and puffed out lip "Laila!" She screamed in fear and emotional agony.

Hadrian's eyes slowed to open as he felt hot, red liquid flowing down on his face. He didn't want to wake up, fearing what would inevitably happen, so he didn't dare lift his head. "Wake him up." He heard his father's voice say in an ominous tone. A man came up, gripped his chin, and forced his head in an upright position. It was then that they could see Hadrian's eyes were open and looking around at a rapid pace. He ripped his hand away which caused his head to slightly drop, but he quickly reassumed its position. He puffed his breath in anger as he looked at Pablo, yet he contained a calm expression. "Hello, father." He said in a demeaning tone as Pablo approached him. Pablo then smacked him across the face and pulled his head back by grabbing his hair. Hadrian looked around and saw he was in the back of the auto shop which looked like a smaller version of a warehouse. He was in a light wood chair and completely shackled with his arms tied down and the rope wrapping all around him and the chair with his legs held tightly to the legs of the chair with a separate rope. There was no getting out of this one. "Look at me, boy!" His father yelled in anguish. Hadrian turned his gaze to him and could see the disbelief in his eyes. "What?" Hadrian asked in a painful tone while assuming a smile. "I thought you knew I would do something like this." He laughed in irony, trying to keep a strong face. "All those years of threatening and now you can't believe it?" He fixed his smiling face to a threatening expression. "Just kill me now, old man. It's what you promised, isn't it?" He gulped as he said this and stared directly at his father. "Oh, don't worry," Pablo started with a menacing tone. "I will. But, now you need to suffer." He dropped his head and stepped back. "You think I'd let you off that easy and just pop a cap in your skull?" He laughed to himself and shook his head. "You know, no matter how smart you may be...you really are just a stupid kid." Hadrian jolted in anger. "I'm not a kid and we both know that." He shot back. Pablo turned to him, grabbed the chair, and leaned in close. "You are what I make you." He said, grimacing but his hateful expression slowly turned to a manic smile. He pushed off of the chair and walked over to a metal table with an assortment of around five weapons. Three of which were tactical knives, the other two were pistols, all shining and ready to bring pain to Hadrian's little body. Pablo walked over and picked up the shorter, but equally threatening knife. He flipped it in his hand and turned to Hadrian. "Time to play." He said ominously.