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Beep beep.

Beep.

Clink.

The ringing didn't stop and accumulated in his ears, deafening him for the past hour in the dark. He sucked in a deep breath and loudly released it, repeating the same action over and over again, for his lungs have failed him now that a bullet resided somewhere in his chest and began infecting his organs.

The bones attaching his arm to his shoulders dared to snap off any second. His arms were raised high above his head and bound to the board that he was locked against. His legs were bound by chains, though having nothing to upright it, have been dangling in the air limply against the board, his body perpendicular to the ground that he couldn't see.

Liam's fist had been clenched in an attempt to lower the pressure around his wrists, but as each breath that he inhaled, it kept loosening more and more, making him groan sharply once in a while and clench his teeth instead.

Eyes blinded by a cloth wrapped so intensely tight around his eyes, he feared in the depths of his present worries if he'd become blind after they were taken off — if they were to be taken off, that was another concern.

Liam's breaths were well loud and audible now as he found it painstakingly difficult to keep his breathing stable all of a sudden. Each breath physically hurt his chest area, and his head had been lightheaded from the blood that all seemed to empty from his arms and fingers to heavily weighing down his head and body.

The feeling of even having a feeling that he'd been trying to hold onto, it disappeared. He did not — could not — calculate when that occurred, and maybe even the board bounding him up was an illusion made up from the spur of the moment. Was there even chains on him, or was there just the sparking, jingle feeling overtaking his vessels in place of red blood cells?

When it came the time where he couldn't even tell every movement he made, he was sure the skin on his wrists had been punctured long enough for cuts to appear. Maybe blood had already dripped out but he couldn't see or feel it.

Staying in silence and darkness for a while, having a bullet lodged in his chest, and forcibly bounded standing up, hovering from the ground, with a blindfold bruising his eyes, Liam felt himself slipping into unconsciousness, not long before something in him picked up the sounds of distant footsteps making their way closer to him.

There were three people coming. His instinct of being an assassin made him jerk his body in a running motion to the side, ready to sprint into the darkness and conceal himself to spy on the scene, before he remembered that he was already in the dark, and that they probably knew he existed already.

The sudden movement made blood rush to unknown places around his body and the uncomfortableness of the situation itched him to explode in a low growl.

The lights turned on.

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WHACK.

"I will ask you one more time, young man," a calm, sinister purr filled the air that mixed with sweat and spit, "Where is my daughter?"

Liam coughed up blood quickly, shut his mouth, and a brave smug smile replaced any pain evident on his face. He forced his eyes to focus on the metal pole that Lennon's father was holding from the side with a smile so out of place, he thought he would throw up.

Standing next to you.

His reply got him a punch to the side of his jaw by Allison. While weaker than what he would've exerted if he could get his hands out of the wires and rope that bounded them to his back, he fell to his limits.

Yet, he shut his mouth and would spout out words wiser than his fate whenever they tried prying information out of him on the girl.

"You dumb... son of a bitch," Raelyn hissed amusingly with a smirk at his soon-to-be swollen and bruised features.

The guards in the background advanced forward without a word and dumped bucketfuls of nails, screws, machine equipments, hammers, hooks, coils, and conductive wires on him. Liam assumed it was crap that Charles would use to assemble his inventions.

Allison stepped in front of him with another pail, but when he glanced inside silently, it was plain, ice cold Dihydrogen Monoxide. His expression darkened as he stared at her eyes, to the point where the girl became immensely uncomfortable and forcibly splashed the bucket in his face early.

Electricity zapped his body and amplified his cuts and wounds. It burned his flesh and welcomed the hot blood out of him, making him grunt out gasps of air and grip his fists together to the point where he was sure he had engraved ten fresh crescent moons to his inside palms. Every movement he made welcomed a puncture here and a cut there with the nails and equipment's sharp edges all dumped on his body.

Between gasp of air, Liam managed out, Kill me... and you'll never know where Jamie is. Keep me alive, and you'll still never know where Jamie is. It's a lose-lose. You're wasting you're damn, fucking time.

His mind flashed to a point in time where Jamie had been in the same situation as him, and he had known all the details after they had sat on the roof and talked.

This was no hospital. The metal enclosed around my two wrists and ankles weren't hospital equipments. It didn't smell like the hospital either... // My eyes shot open and I gasped for air as I struggled with the equipments binding my entire body to a table. The room was set up like a lab. Only, the floor and table were wood, and the lab part was set up closer to the walls, which were dimly lit. A large spot of light shined over me and the area around my form... // "I have a wound on my upper right arm," she began again and everyone hushed, "a bullet through my back, aching wrists and ankles, bruises all over my body and head, broken bones in my neck, and poison injected into my left forearm... when are we going to reach the hospital?"

"Ha..." he thought wearily to himself, worn out, "... that makes two of us, Lennon."

He was partially conscious when Charles walked up to him. He's eyes contracted and flickered at the familiar sight of an oddly long, thin needle with a black liquid readily settled in its cylindrical body.

Shit.

Not having the willpower to prevent that needle from puncturing his flesh, Liam did manage to spit out one question.

Charles, what will this do to me?

The man looked up, and for a moment, Liam thought he saw a resemblance to Jamie. That was until the smile came again, and Jamie's features washed away immediately with that grin.

"Make you forget," Allison snapped, sighing as she twirled her golden curls round her pointer finger, "Everything important to you."

"For how long," he glared darkly.

Raelyn caught his attention and smirked, walking over to him and picked his face up by the chin, stabbing his flesh with her long, sharp nails. Liam tilted his head up and gritted his teeth.

"How ever long you started caring, my boy," The woman pouted, glancing at her husband and grinning a smile so fake that even Liam caught it in the midst of his faltered consciousness.

"I'll tell you a secret," she whispered next to him, bending her head on the crook of his neck so that her face angled into his flesh and ears.

I had the honor of inserting that liquid into both of Jamie's parents. Pat me on the back, would you?

His skin burned from her heat and he felt it was wrong for an adult like her to attempt acts of seducing him.

"Did you ever care about Jamie?" the woman asked all of a sudden, making him impatient that she wasn't getting off of him.

"My. fucking. business. Frances."

Shelaughed. "Feisty like her. You know, the only reason I haven't had my hands on the little one earlier was because she ran away from the house 10 years ago? Hmm... and I must say that rat can run. I looked everywhere. Don't you think I'm a good mother? Her own parents didn't even look for her. And Charles, well, my husband is ready to embrace her with open arms. Why don't you bring her to us, Liam? I might even spare your life. I mean, Antoinette's not important to you. I completely understand though, young man, she has been a bore to my eyes the moment I saw her, and many people have left her side seeing how incompetent and worthless she is. We have business with her now, however, and don't worry, as her mother I'll shower her with 10 years of love that I missed out on, hon."

Liam returned her disgusting, lit up expression from talking about the past, with a firm, stoic face.

"We'll see, Mr. Carter," Raelyn said her last words and got up, backing away so that Charles had full access of his body to harm.

"If she wasn't important to you, we'll talk after the poison's settled. If you lied... well, one funeral coming up!"

Liam bit his mouth and shook his body against the restraints as the needle was stabbed right into the crook of his neck where the woman had just been. The shortness of breath made his mind go blank.

It was useless to call for help.

The door shot open.

"What the hell..."

Jamie.

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| Wendy Emerson's POV |

"What the hell..."

All eyes snapped to her besides the one boy that had just reached his limit, his head falling forward limply. She narrowed her eyes at the room before directing them to the three people in the room.

"Step away from the boy," Wendy's voice dropped venom in its tone, "Now, Charles."

The man looked on confused at her, battling within himself who she was that made his limbs and bones move away.

"I don't think so, Wendy," Raelyn hissed, pointing her gun at the woman after the shock wave, "You come after more than 10 years and demand, what? A boy that I caught? Mind your damn business, you pathetic runt."

Wendy surveyed the room and nodded to herself, calculating the time and hits it would take to knock out everyone in the room.

"For your information," Wendy collected her cool and forced a calm smile at her step-daughter and the woman that was now her ex-husband's wife, "You mess with me, you mess with my husband, you mess with my daughter, and now you mess with a boy that has connections to her. It is every right my business, Frances."

She motioned her hands and 20 agents emerged in a swift motion, occupying the people inside and the room.

"R.U. commander on the line, who is this?"

"I'd like to open up a former case regarding Raelyn Frances, just this once," she said into her ear piece, keeping a close eye on the two women before her and the man to the side.

"Which agent are you?"

Wendy stated grimly, "Agent W."

"You imposter. The R.U. already houses an Agent W."

"You're right," she said, nodding her head, "Check the code name's history. It's been passed down exactly once."

There was an extended silence before the man on the line spoke up again with a startling fact. "Former agent..."

W.

/End of Flashback/

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Edit 1: Thank you so much for the kind wishes.

Edit 2: Agent W went back up to on my birthday ^^ That's pretty neat.

-M I N N A