A MECH-X4 Story: Rescue

Chapter 3: Fear

Buzzing. That's the first sound Mark noticed when he came back into consciousness. The left side of his body felt cold and his head was pounding. He opened his eyes, the light immediately blinding him and his head began to pound even harder. He could feel the blood rushing through his brain as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.

A cell? I'm in a cell!

He was lying on the cold floor of a cell. Every inch of the room was an annoyingly vibrant shade of white; every inch was white except for the steel bars which covered one of the four sides of the room and a red stain he noticed on the floor. After seeing the stain he suddenly remembers what has happened to him.

"Hello?! Where the heck am I?" he yells.

He had been taken by the man with the weird face. He must have been knocked out by him. That would explain the blood and the intense amount of head pain. Mark rolls onto his back and notices for the first time that cold metal is wrapped around his wrists.

"Chains!? Seriously!?"

He gets onto his feet and stumbles his way over to the steel bars. Looking out between the bars, he sees a long white hall and multiple other cages. The buzzing is also a lot louder. He sighs, turns around, and leans his back against the bars. He regrets it instantly. The buzzing is coming from the bars!

"Aaaargh!"

He screams in agony as electricity from the bars violently flow through his body. The one second his back was against them was enough to send him flying across the room and onto his stomach. Tears start to grow in his eyes as he crawls to the back wall. Every move hurts him.

Don't cry Mark Walker. You got this. You can survive.

Suddenly there's a loud click and the bars quickly slide open. Mark is instantly paralyzed with fear. He pushes his back further into the wall in hopes of getting away as the man with the messed up face quickly comes. In an instant his hands are on the chains wrapped around Mark's wrist and he is hauled to his feet.

Mark's hands are then jerked above him and he hears a click. He looks up and notices a hook above his head that's connected to the ceiling. He didn't see that before.

"What is this? A torture chamber?!" Mark yells at the man.

He just smiles at Mark and walks to the corner of the room by the bars. Mark is now stuck in a standing position with his hands above his head. His feet just barely touch the floor and he can already feel numbness in his shoulders.

"This doesn't have to be a torture chamber," says a deep voice from in the hall.

Suddenly a man walks in. A huge one. Much bigger than the man with the messed up face. He's wearing black pants and an extremely tight white shirt. He has muscles on top of his muscles and those muscles have muscles too. He has short cropped black hair and a full beard, but his eyes are what is truly horrifying. They are pale, like milk and his pupils almost match the whites of his eyes. He's a husky, horrifying man and there is something about him that feels slightly inhuman.

"Who-who are you?" Mark says.

The man comes closer and stands about 16 inches from Mark's face.

"If you tell me what I need to know, I am a friend," he says with a bleached white smile.