The blade came across my arm with clean procision. A sliver of blood started to run out of the cut but within a matter of seconds it returned to the it and the wound closed. I had shrieked when this first started. Then I was wincing at every cut, but now, everything was numb. There was no pain to feel but there was no bliss either. My eyes had grown cold and distant in the process. To think that I had reached a point of nonexistence. The only bit of hope was drifting away with every second.

I tilted my head to the side and stared at the Masked one. Even though I couldn’t see his face I could tell he was exhausted. “Do you really wish to continue? There isn’t even any point to this now that I can’t even feel it.”

“Have you forgotten that I still need you to go back in time. I will hurt you anyway I can and make you wish you weren’t even alive.”

“I don’t want to live anymore. I feel as if nothing matters now that my hope of escaping here has disappeared.”

“If that’s the case then what if I torture your friends?”

“How would that help you?”

“Maybe it will make you more compliant.”

“Why don’t you just kill me now.”

“Because that would only benefit you. I will capture the witch and the agent, then I will make you watch as I tear them apart limb from limb.”

“Don’t do it. It won’t make it easier for me to time travel.’’

“Oh but it will, you see when you told me that the one I wanted to save would die no matter what I thought about it. Why don’t I have you take me to any time before their death so that I can be with them.”

“I might be able to do that but I still don’t know how to do it yet.”

“Then you shall learn or I will do whatever I deem necessary to your friends.”

“We’ve been over this so many times already over the past two weeks and nothing has come of it. My power is dead set on watching me suffer at your hand. Just let me go home?”

“No.” the Masked man said, bringing the knife down on my wrist. I didn’t even flinch as blood dripped from the newly formed stub. The stub then started producing bones, covering them with flesh and veins, then several layers of skin and my fingernails perfectly trimmed.

“Did that calm you down some?”

“Why yes it did. Now go to sleep and demand that power of yours to take me back.”

“Sure thing, dickweed.” I said, closing my eyes and hoping to see the world of stars.

“He’s rather impatient.” I heard from behind me. It was Tim who had decided that my back was good to rest against. The stars around us like every other time hadn’t moved but now it seemed like there were more.

“You can say that again.”

“Well if you’re going to be here for a while would you like to play a game?”

“Sure, but can what he offered be done?”

“In theory, yes, but do you really want to do what he said? Even if you could, would you try?”

“Of course not.”

“Then you should escape soon. He’ll kill you otherwise.”

“Well how do I escape then? He isn’t likely to just chop off some limbs above the bindings now that he knows I can just grow them back.”

“I’ll give you a hint.”

“Okay?”

“Your watch, why has it not been touched even though he has had plenty of times to destroy it or remove it from your wrist. He cut off the hand that the watch wasn’t on and has subconsciously avoided it.”

“So basically it’s the catalyst for my abilities? Why didn’t you say anything before?”

“...”

“You suck, you know that?”

“Yep, want to play rummy or backgammon?”