Pain (Danti) UNDER EDITING

Chapter 12

Third person

Heels clicked on stone in a long corridor. Torches ran along the edges of the brick walls lighting up the dark, shadowy corridor. Fox walked confidently, her black dress curling around her knees, the lace tightening at her chest. Her lips were parted slightly showing her white teeth against the black lipstick that was smeared against her plush lips. Black heeled boots glimmered on her feet, the heels clicking annoying as it collided with the stone. Only inches behind her were two, fully armed guards. They dragged a boy across the stone, his face only centimeters away from the floor. 

Fox opened a grey, metal door, letting the guards enter first. The two guards brought the boy to a wooden chair that sat in the middle of the room. He was tied to the chair, thick ropes winding around his wrists, ankles, and waist. His head drooped the weight making him slouch over. Fox walked over to the boy, gently caressing the side of his face. 

"If only you could escape this madness," She whispered. 

One guard cleared his throat gaining Fox's attention. The three of them cleared the room, letting the boy be in peace. 

Not even two hours later the boy started to stir. 

His fingers twitched, curling as he started to regain consciousness. It didn't take long for his breathing to become labored and panicky. He pulled on the ropes, trying to slip his hands out of the scratchy material. His eyes fluttered open letting the dark pour into them. The boy struggled to get free, as time ticked he became more panicky. 

The door opened once more, light from the hallway spilled into the dark room. Fox entered the room, flicking her hair over her shoulder for dramatic effect. A guard stood securely by the door, shutting it as she walked further into the room. The boy froze, his heart nearly stopping when he heard the heels clicking. Fox walked behind the boy, grabbing a lantern and a match. Carefully she lit the lantern, letting the yellow glow brighten the circle that surrounded her. 

She brought the lantern up to the boy's face, letting the flickering light dance across his face. Anti stared into Fox's eyes with fear. His eyes didn't move an inch from her face, afraid that they'll catch something he doesn't want to see. Fox walked around Anti, the light fading in and out as she walked. Gingerly she placed her hand on his shoulder, feeling the muscles under her hand tense all at once. 

He turned his head so he couldn't look at her. "Why am I here?" He whimpered softly. 

Fox's fingers curled on Anti's shoulder, her eyes flickered towards the camera in the corner. She circled around him, placing herself right in front of his field of vision. There were many ways to answer his question, but instead, Fox dismissed it. "I want to apologize for earlier. It was unnecessary for me to knock you out. Is your head okay? I hope it is at least." She spoke quickly, stumbling over her words like an idiot, but it was only because she wanted to seem weak. 

"What are you going to do to me?"

Fox sighed, "Do you want me to tell you the truth?" Anti nodded. "Alright. Well, we are going to erase your memory so we can train you from scratch with a clean mind. Our plan is to train you to become an assassin, if you still have your memory then you'll sulk every day and won't get enough work done."

Antis' lip trembled, "But what about all my friends? Am I gonna forget about them too?"

"We're erasing your memory completely, only leaving the basic parts: walking, talking, eating, breathing, etc. So yes, you will forget about your friends." 

He looked to the ground, letting a few tears slip down his cheeks. Fox lifted his face running her thumb gently across his skin, wiping away the tears that trembled in their place. She caressed his face, letting her sympathy leak through her actions. Two guards entered the room, both with blank faces. 

Fox backed away from Anti, moving to the ropes to cut him free. She pulled out a knife that was tucked away in her bra, grasping the handle roughly as she moved the blade away from her skin. Anti was silent was Fox cut away the ropes. One by one she gave Anti room to move, but when he was finally free she pushed the blade against his neck. 

"Stand up and move slowly. One wrong move, I slit your throat." 

The two slowly made their way towards the door. A guard waited for them to cross the line before slamming the metal door shut behind them. Two more guards approached grabbing Anti by the arms and forcing him down the corridor. Anti stumbled losing balance every time the guards pushed him forwards. Fox hid her knife once more while following the three down the hallway. 

Eventually, the guards got irritated with how slow Anti was moving. They grabbed his arms and just dragged him down the hallway. Fox had to walk slightly faster to keep up with the tall guards, nearly stumbling over her own heels. The guards walked to a different sector of the corridors. Anti was brought down a long, dead-ended, corridor with a door at the end. Like the other door, it was completely made of a grey metal. Another guard was positioned in front of the door, a gun held tightly in his hands. He nodded as Fox walked past him into the now open door. Anti was dragged only inches away from her. 

Inside was a massive machine with metal arms that branched off. A table was placed in the middle with leather straps connected to it. The two guards dragged Anti to the table, forcing him down on the table before strapping him to it. Anti started to tremble when fear finally struck him. At this point, he was terrified. 

Fox was talking with to control guys who stood in front of a massive grid. Buttons and nobs were scattered everywhere. She was directing the men with their instructions. Anti continued to squirm under the straps, but not once did he slip free. 

When everything was completely set up, Fox called it. 

"Everything ready to go! We are gonna do this in one run! Ready! 

"3!

"2!

"1!"