Hunted

Chapter 8

They came for Rhoan the next day, everyone dressed in white with the exception of Natasha. They took him to an offsite location, Natasha said this place was underground. He entered another white room, this one lined with equipments and devices of different sorts. Natasha told him that she would be with him every step of the way, she seemed to know what was about to happen and she was worried to say the least.

"I'm sorry, you cant enter beyond this point. Director's orders."

"What? Why the hell not?" Natasha said, Rhoan could tell she was about to blow the top.

"You have a problem? Take it up with the director, princess." The woman in white, who appeared to be the one in charge for today, said to Natasha.

"I'd like to see you stop me." Natasha said, her eyes blazing.

"Guards!"

Three men walked up and stood infront of Natasha. "Get out of my way before I break you." Her voice was calm, chilling. A low promise of death and pain should they try to hold her. This was going too far.

"Natasha. It's okay." Rhoan said, trying to calm her down, "I'll be fine."

Natasha calmed down, looking at him as he was taken into the room and the door closed behind him. She sat on the floor, looking at the door as if she could see through it. She decided then and there that if she couldn't be in the room then she would be nearby.

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Rhoan looked at the different machines in the room, this was all high grade technology, some of them he'd never even seen before. They walked him over to a pod looking machine and they told him to take off his shirt and shoes, he followed their order.

"The pod will be filled with a new drug developed specifically for ...your type." The woman said, Rhoan got the idea she didnt like the fact that they were different from everyone else. "Since your brain is hardwired differently from a real human's, normal memory loss treatment wont work with you. To regain what you have lost, your brain will have to be ...encouraged...to get you your memory."

Rhoan didnt like her, but he needed his memories, so he smiled and went inside the pod. The nurse walked over to him with a strange head gear. He noticed the screw looking part on the inside of the helmet.

"Whoa, whoa. That's not going on my head." He said, ready to get out of the pod, only to be held down by the other two doctors, who by the way were strong. They clamped him down inside the pod, cold metal wrapping around his hands, feet, neck and torso. The woman walked up to him and grabbed his face, his mouth squishing up as she held him.

"Now you listen here. Whether you like it or not this IS going to get done. Make it easy on yourself and go through with it." She said, then she smiled, "Or don't. Fight, struggle, make my day." She released his face and pat him on the cheek, shoving an oxygen mask onto his face.

"Sylvia, it's ready." An assistant nurse informed her. Sylvia smiled and walked over to Rhoan with the helmet, placing it on his head and tightening the screws so much they drew blood. Rhoan resisted the urge to scream out, he wouldnt give this bitch the satisfaction. However, as the tank filled with the drug and the liquid covered his head, he could not hold it in. Pain streaked through his entire body, he felt like his skull and brain were being battered. He let it go, a loud, heart wrenching scream, that was muffled by the very source of his pain. Bubbles flew from the sides of the mask as he screamed, and Sylvia looked at him writhing inside the tank and laughed.

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Rhoan couldnt stop screaming, his pain too much to bear. He felt like his brain was being shattered piece by piece. A sharp wave of pain hit him and suddenly he wasnt in the tank anymore, seeing Sylvia smiling at his torture. He wasnt Rhoan, the business man, he was Dante.

He was a child again, it was so weird, he was seeing himself through his own eyes. He saw three others, a laughing blue eyed girl, a long, dark haired boy, who appeared to be the eldest, and another boy, silent, calculating, maturity in his eyes all though his face denied it.

"Dante? Come play with us." He heard the little girl say. He looked at her and scowled then shook his head.

"It's fine. If he doesnt want to then that's his problem." He heard, whom he assumed to be Regis, say. The eldest, whom he gathered to be Conrad, walked over to him and knelt beside him.

"How about this, fight me, if you win, you can stay by yourself. If i win, then you have to come play." Dante considered this, Conrad wasnt much older than he was, he could take him.

He agreed to the terms and then he promptly got his ass handed to him. Conrad came over and offered a hand, which Dante slapped away. He wasnt happy that he lost, it wasnt something he was used to, but he was smiling all the same. Someone beat him, someone could stand up to him and he respected that. He turned around and said A deal's a deal, then he played with them.

That was the beginning of the kinship between himself and Conrad.