The Changed

Chapter 12- Edward

Hey guys, this chapter may be a bit slow, not really that exciting so sorry :'( :'( :'( but I have decided that my next chapter will be in Nick's perspective. Not sure if it's going to be a regular thing yet but I'm going to give it a go!!!

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Six hours they put me through weapons testing. Six hours non stop. They let me sleep for an hour after that before getting to the really painful stuff, what they like to call the Punishment. That involved me being strapped to a table while they done whatever they felt like to me. Whether it was knives, electricity, water, fire or beating me senseless, they never stopped. It was always the same question: "Where is your sister? Where is your sister? WHERE IS YOUR SISTER?"

Of course, I didn't know where she was, only that she was safe. I never answered them. Ever. I knew that anything I said could be used against me and I was determined to give them nothing, no matter how painful things got. It was almost unbearable but I never gave in to them.

My torturers sliced cuts across my back and stomach and called in guards to beat me bloody. Once they showed me a mirror and I hardly recognised the boy in front of me with one eye swollen shut and black and blue bruises all over his body and face. The area around my ribs especially hurt. They must have broken at least two, if not more.

It was around ten in the evening when I heard Frost come in. He made his way to the head of 'punishment' Mr Bradford who had just finished snapping my wrist and finger bones one at a time.

"Has he said anything yet?" Frost asked Mr Bradford as I lay sweaty and panting on the table.

"No," Mr Bradford said. "He's a stubborn little worm, but I think I might have a way to break him." He led Frost over to the table where they usually laid out all the instruments ready for me. On it now, though, was a black case. Mr Bradford flipped the lid up and carefully held the device up. "This just came in from the lab this morning," he told Frost. "I ordered this weeks ago for another...project of mine before you gave me this one. Nasty little bugger if it gets into you."

"Is that what I am, Frost?" I gasped. "A project of yours?" That earned me a slap across the face, right along the bruises.

"Please ignore him, sir," Mr Bradford said. "Edward and I have such lovely times together but he can be rather rude sometimes. He is my favourite project so far; he fascinates me." Frost waved the comment away.

"What does this thing do?" he asked. There was a tiny glint of excitement in his eyes, like a school boy waiting for a surprise. Huh, he was human after all.

"Observe," Mr Bradford said cruelly. He walked over to me with the device in hand. Up close, it looked like a normal syringe but it had a red lever on top. Inside the syringe, was black liquid.

My heart pumped faster as he approached. As quick as lightning he jabbed the syringe deep into my arm. I gritted my teeth but didn't cry out. I had faced far worse than this. He reloaded it then jabbed it into my other arm, then my chest and finally my neck.

I managed to shift my head slightly with a lot of effort to see the black liquid flowing through my veins. It webbed across my arms, chest and neck but it didn't stop there. My guess is that it went all over my body, apart from my face. It felt pretty uncomfortable, like I was about to burst but not painful.

"What now?" Frost asked. Mr Bradford only smiled and pushed the lever forward.

I writhed upwards, my back arching off the table and screaming in pain. This was ten times worse than anything they had done to me yet. It was like every torture they had come up with all packed into one but it was coming from the inside rather than out.