Toxic Dreams (A MCR/Killjoy Fic)

Chapter 15

I sat in the dimly lit cell, the chain on my ankle rattling whenever I moved. There was nothing here, except a cabinet, a bed, and a scary looking chair. There wasn't even a widow.

I wondered where the were keeping Missile. What they were doing to her. Were they torturing her? Are they that cruel to torture a 10 year old?

I leaned my head against the wall. I had been in here for hours without any communication with anyone. It was silent, and it drove me mad. No one had come in here to see or check on me. Or even mock me.

I had nothing to cut this damn chain off. They had searched me and my car. They took my guns, my grenades, and even my throwing knives. I felt naked without a single weapon on me. I felt alone, vulnerable, and even a little scared.

The door suddenly opened, and a flash of light shines into my eyes. It shut and Korse stood in its place. I growled and bared my teeth our of hatred. He snickered.

"Feisty aren't we? Violent too. You killed a total of 20 Draculoids, 8 you hit with a car." He said. I didn't respond. I had no witty comeback or insult. I was lost for words.

"Tell me, what have you been doing all of these years Charlotte?" He asked.

"That's not my name." I snapped.

"Yes it is, Charlotte. You have seemed to forgotten your own name." He said. I shook my head and lightly chuckled.

"I'm surprised you remember my name. You left when I was 16, remember?" I asked.

"I left for good reason. To search for ways to create this wonderful industry. You, your mother, your brother, and my petty emotions for all of you were getting me my way of creating this." He said.

"You're sick. You're fucking sick." I spat. He made a tsk sound with his mouth.

"Such language. You should watch you language around your father." He said. I was sick of him saying that. Without a second thought I jumped up and lunged for him, but the chain on my ankle was to short. It made me trip and I fell to the ground, right at his feel. He placed his boot on my neck, and I tried to get away. I moved and hit it his leg, but it wasn't affecting him in any way.

"Your drugs are wearing off I see..." He said. I ignored his remark and moved around more. He was nearly choking me. I scrambled to breath, even if it just was for a second. After minutes of torture, he finally got off of my neck. I gasped for air and took ragged breaths. I heard him move somethings around and eventually the chain from my ankle disappeared. I wanted to move, get up and fight. But I was to weak. I was still lacking oxygen. I felt him drag me and set into the chair the was in the corner. He strapped my wrist down to it with the metal cuffs.

These were the type of chairs they used in asylums. Pretty fitting, I must admit.

He searched through the cabinet and pulled out a needle and a small bottle of a suspicious liquid. I began to panic and pull at the cuffs. I was terrified of needles. Ever since I was 5. He filled the needle with the liquid and looked at me.

"That's right," He said as he stalked towards me. "You're terrified of needles." The closer he got to me, the more panicked I became. He grabbed my arm and stuck the needle in. I cried out in pain. Whatever he just injected in me, it made my arm burn like it was in flames.

"What is that?" I asked, my voice scratchy and dry.

"It's a new formula. Adrenaline Reducer. You won't even be able to barley move for the next four hours." He said. He tossed the needle in the trash.

"Your an asshole. You know that?" I said, wanting to get under his skin. In seconds he was on top of me, choking me once more.

"Look at you, the brave Toxic Jinx with the smart mouth and the large ego. You think you're so tough, don't you?" He mocked. I couldn't respond. He was choking the life out of me.

"Your just like your mother, and you have her body to." He said. He looked at me from head to toe with a sick grin plastered on his face.

"If you weren't related to me, you would have made a good toy.." He smiled. I looked at him in the eye. I could barely breath, but with everything I had I spoke.

"Your d..discussing." I struggled to say. He grinned and let go of my neck. I gasped for air and felt my eyes water from the oxygen coming back to my brain. I coughed and sputtered, trying to get as much air in as I could.

"Thank you Charlotte, I've always enjoyed it." He said. And with that, he left me in the semi darkness. I shrugged to get out of the metal cuffs, but they were impossible to break. I stopped struggling, seeing I was already causing red marks around my wrist. They started to hurt and I quietly moaned out of discomfort.

I stared up at the white ceiling, one lone light shining dimly. I dazed off, remembering things involuntarily.
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11 Years ago
2008

I sat on my bedroom floor with my leg crossed over each other. I was bored and alone, which my mom tells me is unnatural for a ten year old to be. I should be out socializing with the kids on my block like my little brother. But my social skills weren't the best.

I could here from down the hall my parents arguring again. I was happy that my brother wasn't here, he never could handle it.

"All I'm saying is, maybe you should leave this fucking office and spend some time with me and your kids!" Shouted my mother.

"It's not always about you! I have work and I can't leave it!" He shouted.

"Dammit Grant your so fucking stubborn!" My mother shouted. Being the curious child I am, I got up and left the safety of my room. I walked down to my father's office, and peered in. They were still going at it, and it was turning pretty ugly. My mother grabbed a piece of paper, filled with sketches and numbers.

"Joan put that down." Ordered my father.

"No! I'm sick of these useless papers controlling your life! They are fucking useless!" She shouted. She ripped the paper in half and in no time, his hand collided with my mother's face. Her head jerked to the side and she held her face.

"Mom? Dad? Is everything OK?" I asked. They noticed me standing in the door way and my mom sighed.

"Everything's fine sweetie. Just go back to your room.." She smiled. But I could see she was forcing it.

"But mom.." I tried to say. I didn't even know what to say.

"Now, Charlotte." My mother said sternly. I took one last look at her and reluctantly, went back to my room.

He beat her that night. And I cried myself to sleep, just listening to it.
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I should have joind my mother in ripping the papers. Because little did we know, the we was actually drawing plans for buildings and technology.

He was planning Better Living Industries. And we didn't even know it.
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*strapped to chair*

Well, now I know how Jinx feels. This shit is not fun.

What will happen? Will she escape? Will I ever get the turkey sandwich I asked a Draculoid for an hour ago?

Find out in the next chapter!