Chapter 75
By the time I got to the cells I was itching for a fight, my spat with Charlie had wound me up. I have never been a particularly violent man, but I found myself eager to inflict as much pain as I physically could on my uncle. A small part of me was hurt by his betrayal, but the logical side of my brain wasn’t surprised by his actions. More than revenge or retribution for what he had planned for me and for my parents, the part I was most angry about was his threat to Charlie’s life and that he had roped Maria’s father into his plot. I let the anger fuel me as we walked into the secluded, and unremarkable building that housed the entrance to the cells. It was a small grey building on the edge of the pack lands, behind it was rocky mountains that were treacherous even in wolf form. Inside the building was a state-of-the-art security system that required multi-level access. I used my thumbprint to access the elevator that would take us down to the lowest level, deep below the surface. Once the elevator opened, a ten-digit passcode specific to me had to be entered to move to any of the levels, one wrong digit would lock down the entire building. I typed in my code, and the level I wished to go to, and the elevator quickly moved through the floors to the lowest level. The doors opened to two armed men, their guns had a lethal dose of dimethylmercury, in specially designed hollow point bullets, aimed at our bodies. I still remember the first time my friends and I saw a human werewolf film, the idea that a Lycan could be killed by a silver bullet was hilarious to us, of course, we learned through our history classes where the myth originated. Our metabolisms being as fast as they are mercury or quicksilver, incapacitates us, at some point in time the humans who passed down the knowledge changed quicksilver to silver. When dimethylmercury was discovered, we found the toxin even more effective at attacking our brains and killing us, leaving anyone who is administered it in a coma almost instantly, and killing them shortly after. The men quickly lowered their weapons upon seeing Ben and myself entering, but I found myself proud of their preparedness. It was their training that foiled the breakout attempted by the vampires, I only wish we had captured one of them for further interrogation. I approached the door that led to the cells, itching to finally make someone pay for the pain my family had endured. This door had a random number-generated passcode that is changed each shift, and only one guard is selected via a lottery to sit in the reinforced room to enter the code whenever the door needs to be opened. Ensuring a jailbreak is virtually impossible, except for the fact that vampires can teleport, how they got hold of the schematics for the facility, however, was something my uncle would have to answer for. Thankfully, knowing that Owen was in league with the vampires, we had the guards equipped with silver-nitrate-filled hollow points. The damage one bullet could do to a vampire’s system is devastating, as the guards witnessed, its skin turned blue, its eyes and mouth bled, it lost its motor control, before the blood vessels in its body burst, killing it instantly. The only satisfaction I could find over the whole thing was that Owen witnessed the excruciating death first-hand, one of the vampires had made it into his cell before being shot. The door opened, revealing a long dark grey corridor, with metal floors and walls, the doors were reinforced steel and even for a Lycan, impossible to break through. The prison could hold fifty Lycans, a hundred if we doubled up the cells, but down at this level, there were only a handful of cells, and what the guards had dubbed the red room. A stainless-steel room, with drainage and a chair, bolted to the floor, it also had chains to suspend a man from the ceiling by his wrists and an impressive collection of torture devices to convince anyone to talk. If the guards were smart and had done their jobs, Owen would be there right now, and considering he used to be my father’s beta, he knew exactly what was going to happen to him. We walked to the end of the hall; an armed guard was waiting at the door to let us in. Protocol would have him stay there until the prisoner was returned to his cell, I gave him a nod as he opened the door for us.
“My parents will be joining us shortly, there should be no delay in bringing them in,” I informed him as I stepped over the threshold into the room.
“You’re mother too?” He asked, shocked, I raised my eyebrow, I was not used to being questioned, and I didn’t like it. “Apologies Alpha, I just meant... are you sure that’s a good idea? It can get pretty gruesome in there; it might not be the best place for...” He trailed off, at my scathing look, it was not his place to second-guess me.
“If you think our mother will get squeamish at the sight of a little blood, you don’t know the woman very well. Trust me, she might be the most bloodthirsty of all of us.” Ben chuckled, trying to defuse the tension and avoid the guard getting a reprimand or worse. The guard looked shocked but continued to close the door behind us, locking us in with the traitor who wanted us all dead. Inside Owen was chained to the chair, an armed guard watching him at all times, his gun aimed at my uncle’s chest. For a split second, I felt sorry for him, before the gut-wrenching hatred and boiling-hot rage flooded my veins, when the bastard laughed at us. I didn’t have a chance to react, Ben flew at him in a fury, fists swinging, he beat his face bloody. I had to drag my brother off him, Ben's eyes were glowing, his claws and fangs extended and close to Owen’s throat before I pulled him back.
“What the hell are you doing?” I snapped at Ben as Owen started laughing again.
“What’s wrong Benji? Problems at home?” Owen sneered, I had to restrain Ben, his wolf was completely in control and itching to rip our uncle to shreds.
“Shut it, Owen!” I snapped, throwing my alpha aura behind it. “You’re going to want to save your voice for when our parents get here, our mother has some very inventive ideas on how to get you to talk.” He paled, considerably, but shut up for a moment, before he grinned at me.
“Gonna have to do better than that Danny boy, my new friends have been helping me out. Your alpha aura won’t work on me anymore.” He started laughing, insanely, it made me wonder if he truly had lost his mind. I shot a glance at Ben, he was reigning in his wolf slowly, his claws and fangs retracting as he steadied his breathing. But even through that, I could tell he was just as disgusted as I was.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Owen. We’ll see how tough you are soon enough, and you know Mom, she loves coming up with new and inventive ways of breaking people.” I replied, chuckling, for a moment he looked truly terrified. Ben had only just pulled himself together when the door opened again, and our parents walked through.
“Alpha, Beta.” My father greeted us, as he came inside the room, followed closely by our mother, she walked in, her eyes fixed on Owen.
“Have you started the interrogation yet?” She asked without even a cursory greeting.
“Not yet, we just got here,” I replied, to give Ben a chance to think about how he was going to explain his outburst.
“Then why is he bloodied?” My mother asked, sceptically.
“I lost control, he was laughing at us, and after everything he put Maria through, my wolf took control and attacked him,” Ben admitted, his eyes downcast.
“I understand, I would’ve found it hard not to snap too after what he did.” Our mother surprised us both by sympathising with him.
“So, who would like to start? Or can I jump in? Because I would love to cause my brother some pain. If we get answers too, great, but I really don’t care either way, as long as I get to make him suffer first.” My father growled through gritted teeth, his eyes flickering between his and those of his wolf.
“I have no problem with you starting first, he was just telling us how the vampires have helped him resist my alpha aura, so it looks like we are going old school on this anyway,” I replied, relishing the sudden look of terror on the prisoner’s face.
“Excellent. Shall we start with one of your favourites Owen?” My father asked with a sinister smile on his face, he pulled the table with an assortment of weapons on it over in front of Owen. He made a production of picking what he would start with. “I always forget, did you start with the nail removal or the thumb screws?” He asked with a sadistic smile. “Oh, that’s right, you always started with a syringe of wolfsbane, maybe we should start there.” My father laughed; he was enjoying toying with the prisoner. I leaned against the wall, prepared to watch the show, Ben began pacing, he was never satisfied with the psychological side of things. I could feel the animosity rolling off him in waves, Ben wanted him to pay in blood, and no amount of build-up or mind games was going to be enough to satiate his thirst for vengeance. My father pulled out the syringe, slowly. “Any preferences on where we insert the needle?” He asked us all.
“I have a few ideas.” My mother quickly replied, taking a step forward and bending down to look the prisoner in the eyes. “The neck can be quite painful, but the eyeball, or genitals are more along the lines of what this treacherous piece of shit deserves!” She snarled before she spat in his face.
“Let’s vote then!” My father smiled, turning towards Ben and me.
“I vote we stop the preamble and get on with making the bastard pay!” Ben snapped, frustrated, his wolf was fighting for control.
“You really need to control that temper, Benji!” The prisoner gloated; his smile was quickly wiped from his face when my mother backhanded him across it.
“Don’t even look at my son!” Her wolf’s huskier voice ordered.
“Not like you to be maternal Miranda.” He smugly smiled, then spat the blood in his mouth on her shoe. My father lunged at him, stabbing him in the throat with the needle.
“One more word to my mate or sons and I will make sure you suffer in ways you won’t fathom your body can survive it. But you will survive it, even if I have to bring you back myself! Because when I finally allow you to die, it will be in front of the whole pack, with your co-conspirators beside you.” My father whispered calmly, which made it that much more terrifying.
“What co-conspirators?” The prisoner laughed in my father's face until his own turned red, I could tell the wolfsbane was beginning to take effect, his eyes, mouth, throat and stomach would be burning. Soon he would be vomiting, and with the wolfsbane suppressing his ability to shift, his healing ability would be slowed to almost the same rate as a human’s.
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