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"What the hell do you want from me," Chris screamed at the silhouette.

"Nothing," it said simply.

He couldn't reply as he watched the thing pace back and forth in the room. He was outraged they had him there for no reason. He had done nothing to these people, and they decided to torture him every day.

"That makes no since what so ever," He said glaring at the looming figuring now stopping to look toward him.

"In my world it doesn't matter what you did or did not do to be in misery," it said as if it was obvious.

"Your world well this must not be your world then, because most people here have a reason to," Chris said anger rising as he decided to stand.

"I'm not from here. I merely work here sometimes to escape my world. You think this is bad come to my world and know pain. Chris you know nothing of it," It said growing steadly angry.

Chris didn't falter at her words or he thought it was a her anyway. He had known this was an other worldly being.

"Are you from hell," Chris asked.

"No, I'm from a world that was once like yours, but corruption has turned it into chaos. It is nothing more than pain. We are training the world's greatest minds, and making them able to endure the pain. Your part of a collection Chris Stein, and with your help we will be able to save my world," She said turning to leave.

"What I'm not a genius the world's greatest minds...what," He yelled plopping down on the floor shaking his head.

As he heard the door close and lock he stared in wonder of the conversation. He could no longer feel the pain of the torture he had endured he was numb.

"World's greatest minds. Huh," Chris stammered laying down on his side.

To be continued...

"Chris is still not awake," She said the one who had dragged him into this situation in the first place.

"Yes, Geralda he is still unconscious since our last session," it said with a laugh looking at the young woman standing at the fire pit in the white cement room.

The only thing in the room were the two chairs made of hard oak wood with red silk cushions. With the fire pit in the center of the glowing dimly lighting the place.

"He has not returned yet," it said.

"Drake, he is probably still running around as usual traveling the world," She said shrugging.

"The man is always doing something," it said as Geralda stared at it looking at how it seemed to float in the air besides walk.

"Chris, still babbling to himself as well," She asked warming her delicate hands over the small fire.

"The boy never seems to stop bitching," It said simply as if it were sexist.

"Do you even have sexual organs," Geralda asked looking at the shadow like spirit.

"Of course! I'm a female," She said quite harshly.

"I always wondered why you were always more angry towards men," Geralda said looking back at the shadow with a laugh.

"I have all the necessary things to be female, and look just as good as you! This is not my natural world though I am from the fourth dimension," She said looking at Geralda her unseen glare doing no affect on the woman.

"What is your name," She asked never really caring to know until now.

"Just call me Shade. To know my real name would make your head explode from your stupidity," She said with a huff.

"You're just a bitchy person," Geralda said with a sigh and crouching down next to the fire.

"Come from a dimension of torture and you would be a bit bitchy yourself," She said gliding out of the room.

"I swear like this world is any better," She said sighing once more to stare in thought at the fire.

He stared at the lingering dark figure. It had no features nothing more than just a silhouette in the room. It came forward in a rush kicking him in the stomach, and up into the air he flew grunting with pain of the massive surge of power.

"What the fuck," He said landing on his side hardly able to draw the lost breath.

It laughed grabbing a handful of hair lifting him as he was unable to scream as a fist slammed into his nose constantly in a precise rhythm of one-two-three stop.

It stopped after the third session of blows laughing gingerly as if it were just a little girl behind a veil. It brought him forward in a longing kiss his lips did not move just letting it do wanted to. Then with it's other arm it's mouth blocking his screams shoved a knife into his thigh twisting it. Pulling out slowly and kept kissing him until his scream ceased.

Still holding him in the air by his hair as he sobbed his leg twitching with the constant throb of each beat his heart made.

"Did you enjoy the kiss," it's feminine voice spoke to him.

"I've had...better," He said a hint of smile creasing his tortured face.

For the remark the knife came to his face slowly cutting lines on his cheeks and forehead. He didn't try to fight it, but his wails as the blade went deeper with each cut.

"Better enjoy the pain because it is all you will fill or hear for a long time," it purred licking the blood from his face and grazing over to his broken nose.

It decided to bite down suddenly making him jerk arching his back as he screamed his legs wiggling off the ground. His arms flailing up as if trying to stretch out to something wasn't there.

"I do love you scream looks like you haven't had much practice at it though," it said another laugh slipping through the dark void holding him.

It slung him against the wall, and left him there in writhing pain on the cold cement floor as he laid in the puddle of his own blood.

Hearing the door close made him relax just a little as he passed out from the exhaustion of the pain.

To be continued.

He awoke the lingering sting of the hit he had taken still fresh. The room was black with a single ray of light floating down on him through the window. He shivered the cold biting at his bare feet.

"Women...," He said shaking his head.

He remembered his previous relationship thinking of the woman. She had called him a cheater and a liar. It had hurt him when she said herself knowing she was doing the exact same things she blamed him for.

It had hurt even more to let her go.

Then this woman had come into his life only to get an end of a gun shoved into his face.

" Damn...," He said realizing the shackle attached to his ankle.

He sat there finally seeing that in the world everywhere was the same. No one could be trusted, and he had tried his best to avoid people in general. Then he had been lured in by yet another person one he had actually liked just to be fucked over again.

"Fuck you bitch! Fuck you world! What the fuck did I ever do," He screamed his voice cracking in saddened frustration.

He had trusted and love had began to grow. He pulled his knees to his chest resting his head on an arm. He was tired of everything tired of not having hope...

"I'm tired God so tired of it all...why...that all I want to know is why," He asked shaking with anguish.

He felt anger creep up on him the feeling of wanting to destroy the whole damn world just to end it all. It just simmered as it seemed it would slowly cook him alive.

"Humans,'He said shaking, "the ones who invented the word humanity. We're all just a bunch of fucking hypocrites like we're the perfect species. I have never seen a cat betray their mate! I have never seen a lion kill his pride! I have never seen an animal look into to someone's eyes and lie to them," He said jumping up to kick the solid concrete wall in pure rage.

He screamed in hate and sadness as he fell to his knees pounding the floor with the palms.

"What's the point in all this shit! What's the point do you want me to suffer! Huh, God! Why me! Huh! I have never done anything to hurt anyone! Why...," He said falling to his side shaking now in acceptance that the world would never change.

Then he heard a door open behind him.

To be continued...

Walking on the street while it was pitch black outside wasn't his idea of fun. The only reason he was out there was because she had insisted on it. He was being dragged along by this hundred pound woman as he held on to her skinny hand wondering why he had been dragged into going out to the park so late at night.

He looked at her wondering why she hadn't any interest in him what so ever.She had long black hair that went down to her back and those amber like eyes she had always had him staring into them with awe. He himself was short only an inch taller than the woman who was merely five ft.

His auburn hair was in a curly mess and his eyes to him a boring shade of brown the woman had to be out of her mind. He was overweight looking at her slim perfect figure, and sometimes he would catch himself staring at her reasonably big breast.

He wore only a white t-shirt and blue sleep pants being dragged out of bed at twelve o'clock by what seemed to be a breaking and entering case as she had dragged him out of bed. She of course wore her same black dress that barely hid anything and her flip flops. He on the other hand hadn't even been aloud to wear shoes.

He was starting to wonder what all the hurry was about, but seemed to shrug it off hoping it wasn't to important.

They stopped suddenly on the sidewalk, and he almost had run straight into her from her sudden halt.

"Look up," she said with her ghostly type voice.

He looked up to see stars and looking profoundly for something out of the ordinary.

"Isn't it beautiful," She asked with a slow sigh afterward.

"Don't tell me you got me out of bed just to look at stars," He said glaring at her with evil intent.

"The night is young quit being a baby," She said scrunching up her nose so he couldn't get angry at her.

For some reason he couldn't stay mad when she made her cute face of anger. He laughed and sighed looking at her.

"Never even let me be grumpy," He muttered as he looked in the sky at the beauty of it all hoping she hadn't caught the words.

"Next I'll let you miss out," She said taking her hand away from his to put them on her hips and staring away from him.

"Ah, don't act that way," He pleaded.

"Look out," She screamed as she turned her head around.

He looked then saw a butt of a gun ram into his face. He fell to the ground out cold.

"This the right guy," someone asked her as she smiled.

"Yes, this is Chris Stein the descendant of Dr. Frankenstein. He isn't going to like what he wakes up to tomorrow," She said with a laugh kneeling down to brush her hand on his cheek.

"Why, does he want him anyway like he's going be of any use," it asked.

"I don't know you know how master get's sometimes always wanting to have a piece of legends," She said with a sly smile breaching her thin lips staring at the man hard with her almond shaped eyes.

"This is going to be fun," It said sarcastically as they picked him up.

To be continued...