6-6 Confession (WARNING)

Date: September 9-10

Place: Interrogation Room

[Rei]

I've read an article on how to properly interrogate someone, it was one of the assignments I got an A+ back in school. If I remember correctly, you'll have to prepare and plan things first but I just got out of the clinic so that's a no. Next is approach and questioning I've done that, yes. But I can't use force or violence if I were to do it legally. Besides, they started with mental coercion already, and who cares if it's legal these days.

[Cedrick]

She sighs as she started to get the tasers ready. "Firstly, tell me who ordered you to do this?" she asks.

[Rei]

There was no response and just gave me a grin. I shocked him once with the fifty thousand volts. "Speak" I ordered as I tased him nonstop. But there was no response, not even a scream or any hint of pain. Well, I guess fifty thousand volts is nothing. I do remember that it can only cause a few discomfort and loss of memories or anxiety later. I grabbed another taserーwhat's this? It looks familiar, a SABRE S-1006, it's in level II on the charts that I remember looking at some store.

He felt the pain within just five seconds with this thing and the saliva hanging from the side of his mouth proves it. He clenches his fists and struggles with the leather belts as he grits his teeth. "Answer me," I say, raising the voltage for the last time and there is still no answer. "Stubborn, are you?" There is no time for waiting around and I don't want him forgetting important things.

I went to the table where there was a fireplace poker which end was burning in the heat. What is this even doing here and who uses this on torture?! Anyway, this looks easy to use and more intimidating than the tasers. One-touch and it'll surely be painful. I smiled, holding it close to his face. He can probably tell how that'll leave a scar on him and it seems to be making him shiver. I can even see that he's terrified by the number of tears falling down his cheeks. "Where did you meet them?" and thought of a different method before using the heated fireplace poker, it's to step on his balls. Biting his lips as the blood drips from it and his hands were trying to reach my foot but they couldn't. "How many are there?" I say again, twisting my foot as he screams to the rhythm. How could I not think of this earlier?

[Cedrick]

Rei...

That's a bit...

I'm just really glad that wasn't me sitting there.

[Rei]

I could hear Cedrick's sigh of disbelief. "How many are there?" I continue. I'm just glad that I made him lose his composure.

''Two, I spoke to the two of them," he shrieks when I stepped harder. It took me by surprise but I didn't expect much.

"Names!" I demanded.

"Their names wasー" he looked at me with desperation to get out of this situation, like he's begging me for help. I took my foot back and waited for his next words. "Their names were" he hicks and then grins. "FUCK and YOU" his tongue sticking out, mocking me then laughed hysterically but his eyes were on the verge of another bucket of tears.

I do not understand at all. Has this guy lost his mind? Provoking me of all people. "Can you spell that for me?" I say calmly, ripping his shirt.

"Can't you spell two simple words?" he scoffs. "What are you doing?" he laughs. "I said FUCK and YOU not fuck me," not only provoking me but also Cedrick when he looked in his direction while saying those words. "Hey, mister! Your girlfriend is stripping off my clothes. Are you sure you want to watch? Give us some privacy," I'm speechless. The Supreme Commander burst out laughing at the speakers. "Oh, this is embarrassing. Other people are watching" I can sense Cedrick walking slowly to the tables and is choosing through the things he might want to use. Mister here is crying a bucket, shivering as if he's cold, although he is smiling. He doesn't have a plan, does he?

"I'll spell it for you," the Supreme Commander said. "F-U-C-K" I got what he's trying to relay. I stroked the heated fireplace poker on his chest. Very slowly and shallowly so I can fit every letter. It's sickening to hear the continued rotation of screams and laughter. With every letter that he says is a laugh from him and with every stroke of my hands, the old man screams out his lungs probably thinking that'll be his last. The sound of his skin being cooked and its smell are enough to make someone puke. But that someone isn't me...

*    *    *    *    *

"Mom, Dad, please," I see them in front of me as I lay at some laboratory bed with my hands and feet tied to it. "It hurts" tears are blurring my vision.

"Why is she awake?" I hear my mother ask as I see her panicking, wearing her lab coat, protective eyewear, and a mask with her hair neatly tied.

"We've already put anesthetic earlier," my father pulled out another syringe full of liquid and as soon as it entered my body, I collapsed with the picture of them and myself covered in blood and organs being carried by them. As a child, I pictured them as monsters trying to eat me alive.

*    *    *    *    *

That won't be me because I've seen and experienced a lot of things that I remember vividly that I got used to these kinds of things.

"Still not in the mood to speak?" I say, nearly finishing up. I'm surprised he hasn't passed out yet. You can't even distinguish the letters from the blood gushing out from the fresh carvings. He didn't speak a word and just wailed but didn't ask for help nor tell me to stop. I took a glance at myself to see that I'm already dirty with his blood splattered all over me. It must've been when he was struggling and trying to break free earlier. I didn't get to finish the last letter when Cedrick shoved me away.

"Stop it. Give the man a chance to breathe will you" he said angrily glaring at me for some reason.

"Thank you—ahhHHH!" I was surprised to hear that sudden word of gratitude turned into a scream and when I came to look at it—

"What's wrong? I'm just trying to pour some water to wash your blood away," he says squirting some kind of liquid that is inside of a plastic bottle with its lid poked with a knife to make a hole but the man didn't stop yelling. The Supreme Commander laughed once again while I'm here, witnessing Cedrick's expressions. He's angry and has a sinister smile across his face.

"But that's alcohol" my voice was close to a whisper when it can't compare to the volume of their laughs and screams.

"What?" Cedrick turned to look at me innocently and the yelling stopped, meaning that the old man was finally unconscious.

"Look what you did" I threw what I was holding and stole the plastic bottle from him.

"Wouldn't it be better though?" I gave him a look that demands an explanation. "Alcohol can heal any wounds so the faster he heals the faster we could continue—" I didn't have to hear the rest to know what his objectives are and covered his mouth to stop him from saying any more.

"Cedrick, that is not how it works," his sinister smile fades, realizing what he's done.

"Sorry" he then glances at me. "Here," revealing a simple but clean handkerchief from his pockets. "You're covered in blood," wiping away the visible blood on my face and hands. With my instincts kicking in, I hit his weak spot on his neck that caused him to lose consciousness and fall on my shoulders as I prevent him from falling to the ground.

This is my first time seeing him like this, just what is going on?

[Akashi]

She looked in my direction after witnessing Cedrick's new color and making him sleep in her arms. I waved a hand and smiled. I might have seen something I shouldn't have tonight. Things just keep on being interesting.