Torture...

It's been three weeks since we had the exam, and since I killed that man. I've had to go to court many times, and just today, I was confirmed as not guilty. After many eyewitnesses and cameras backed up my story.

I make me way outside, walking down the sidewalk. I start to think about his twin brother. Apparently, the second person who robbed the woman was the man I killed, twin brother. I've heard that twins have a deeper bond than anyone in their family or outside a family.

I've been walking for a while, and I'm not that far from my apartment when I get a notification from the Hero Society.

Students.

There has been a breakout in the jail. The person who has broken out is named Victor Schultz. Please, students, stay in your apartments. School has been canceled for tomorrow.

My heart drops at the mention of that name.

""BROTHER! I will kill you, no, I won't just kill you. I'll make you suffer in pure agony for the rest of your life!"

Those words have never left my head since then. I turn my walk into a jog, wanting to get home as soon as possible.

I get to the part of my street where I have to cross to the other side. I hurry and look both ways, seeing nothing I take off. Once I'm about halfway there, I hear a car speed up them boom.

I take off rolling, coming to a stop. I look up to see a baseball bat...

I'm on the ground in the middle of the street. Getting up and looking around, I recognize this place as the perfect world, the one I dreamed of last time. Eveything is still so perfect, but then I remember that person, the one with the mask. I remember him calling me Michael, I don't know how he knows my real name, but he does.

I walk down the street until I get to a part where it's not warm anymore, and there's no light. I see a street lamp and a bus stop. then rain starts pouring down, but it's not normal rain. It's red.

I notice that in the middle of the road is a huge puddle of blood, almost covering the whole entire road, and standing on top of the huge puddle of blood, is the man with the mask.

He stairs at me with those soul peirceing eyes.

"Today is when it starts. You will feel an incredible amount of pain just today, but don't give in. It's a test."

"What's a test?"

"You'll find out soon enough. do you remember what I told you last time?"

"Pain is power, and power is control."

"Correct."

"What's that supposed to mean anyway?"

"Exactly how it sounds. Get ready it's time for the real game to begin."

I take a heavy gasp, looking around. I seem to be in some kind of basement. There are weapons and tools laying discarded everywhere. I look up to see Im cuffed to a rope that makes me stand up straight. I instantly try to use my break ability, but it doesn't work.

"How?"

"Oh, so you finally woke up, uh."

I look straight seeing a man sitting on a chair, stairing at me.

"You, you killed my brother, and I'm sure you remember what I told you. Now you might have thought I was lying or wasn't going to do it, but I was being 100 percent truth full to you, you will feel pain that's unimaginable to anyone, also to save you time those are anti superhuman cuffs, stole them from the police station, you ain't getting out without the key and I have the key."

"Let me go, please. You guys were going to harm that woman."

"That woman didn't concern you nor what we were going to do that to that woman."

"Please."

"Yes! beg to me."

He grabs a kitchen knife and starts walking towards me.

"Please don't do this."

"For the context, I just want to tell you my ability, I have the ability to make any pain I cause on others to be amplified tenfold. This is going to be so fun."

He cuts my shirt off, ripping any remaining pieces.

"I think we'll start with the whip today."

He walks over, grabbing a 10 foot long whip, but it's not a normal whip. Along the leather whip are thorns, there are hundreds of them. They are extremely sharp, and they're tight in place.

"Please, no, I'll do whatever you want."

"Not gonna cut it."

He walks up behind me and starts whipping my back with it, I scream in absolute agony.

Over and over and over and over. He must have hit me more than 100 times by now, and he continues.

Over and over and over and over and over and over. Now, it must be over 300 times.

Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. Finally, he starts to run out of breath and slows down.

He stops. He walks in front of me, showing me the bloodied thorns.

"We will continue tomorrow."

He starts to walk away but stops.

"Oh, and I want you to keep count of the days and what torturing happened that day. I'll ask you someday, and if you answer wrong, well let's say it won't be nice."

I kept up with every single day and what happened that day perfectly.

Day 2

Stabbings.

Day 3

Pulling finger and toe nails off.

Day 4

Beatings.

Day 5

Pouring 130-degree water on me.

Day 6

Beating me with hammers, the butt of an axe, and a club.

Day 7

This was the worst day yet, but it was also the only good day.

Victor walks in, holding a spoon.

"You know how people say an eye for an eye? Well, today I'm going to take both your eyes since you took my brother."

"No, anything but that."

"Oh yes. Mr. Disrupt. Oh yes."

He walks towards me, holding the spoon out, aiming for my eye.

"No. No! No! No! No!"

He stabbed the spoon in my eye, I screamed in pure agony. The scream managed to catch Victor off guard, but he continued his work, stabbing the spoon around, until he manages to dislodge the eye and pull it out.

I breathe in and out heavily. I'm in so much pain right now that I can barely even feel my body. Heck, the word that seems to pop up in my head commonly is agony, so much agony.

Victor then turns the bloodied spoon to the other eye. He's about three inches from it when a loud boom! Is heard.

"What was that?" Victor says in a worried tone.

He runs upstairs, shutting and locking the door. I hear shuffling coming from upstairs, then complete silence.

I hang my head down, towards the ground, looking at my eye, blood dripping from the bottom of my cheek.

"That sick bastard. I want to kill him. In fact, I want to kill all the heroes to, specifically the ones that say I will save you or I will protect you. Those heroes deserve to die the most. They protect no one. They just defeat villains and lock them up, just so those exact villains can escape, then kill or hurt more people. It's just a cycle. That's why everyone dies, the heroes capture them, then either let them free or they escape. It must be stopped."

After what feels like hours, I hear someone unlocking the door. Part of my mind wanted me to scream for help, but the other part told me it was just Victor, coming back down to finish what he started.

I hear the stairs creak. I look up, staring at the bottom of the stairs. the person steps down the bottom of the stairs. Satisfaction ran through my body. It was Reckoning.

The second she sees me, a wave of happiness flushes her body until she takes a closer look at all the scars, bruises, and then my eye.

"Oh my God, disrupt."

She runs towards me, lifting her hands up and unlocking the cuffs. She grabs me, slowly letting me rest on the ground.

"What happened?" I ask

"The Hero Society finally found out where he was staking out. they cought him upstairs."

"Wait, heroes are here?"

"Yes."

"Why ain't they down here helping me? and why are you down here helping me?"

"They- they said that they had to search the house and that getting the villain was the most important mission right now. I'm here because I thought it was wrong."

"I knew it."

Reckoning gets surprised by the sheer amount of anger she sees on my face.

"I'll kill them all."