Chapter 76
It only took a few minutes for the vomiting to start, my mother had walked over to me and leaned against the wall. Her usual white ensemble today was blood red, her battle suit, I had seen it enough times growing up. Not this exact one, she always seemed to have another whenever there was an issue, or she was called to mete out a punishment on behalf of a female in the pack.
“Nice suit,” I whispered with a smile to her.
“You should try wearing one outside of the office. A man is never more attractive than when he’s in a suit, ask Charlie if you don’t believe me.” She retorted, making me snort.
“I like to be comfortable, besides it’s cheaper to replace jeans or sweats than a three-piece suit if I need to shift.” I shot back, which made her smile until the prisoner started shitting himself, the smell was appalling.
“We should get a guard to hose him down before we get started.” She commented, she stood to head for the door before stopping herself. “I’m sorry, Alpha, it’s not my job anymore, old habits.” She said with a grimace.
“It’s okay mom, I know you don’t mean anything by it. It must be hard to go from being in charge to being on the sidelines.” I said as I banged on the door for the guard, he opened the door and immediately had to take a step back, the smell was horrendous. “We need someone to hose down the prisoner before we can start the interrogation,” I stated, I hoped some of the other guards had a stronger stomach than this one, he was already turning green.
“Yes, Alpha... right, urg, right away.” The man was retching, it was a little pathetic. I gave him a nod and stepped away from the door so he could close it.
“The smell doesn’t bother me, why wait? I say we go ahead and start inflicting a little pain. What do you think Owen? Are you ready to talk yet? Or should we kick it up a notch?” My father asked, that same crazy smile on his face, it made me more than a little concerned about his emotional state.
“I’m not telling you anything!” The prisoner groaned, between emptying the contents of his stomach and bowels onto the floor.
“Oh, now that sounds like a challenge, and we all know how much I love a challenge!” My father chortled with glee. He grabbed a claw hammer from the table and brought it down hard on the prisoner’s knee, dislocating it, and making a sickening crack. He started screaming and sobbing between retches, he was only bringing up bile now, but it seemed like he had a never-ending supply of shit that kept pouring out of him. “What about now? Do you feel like talking now brother?” My father bellowed over the prisoner’s screams. Without waiting for an answer, my father brought the hammer down again on the other knee, this time with so much force it looked like the knee imploded. The whole thing looked deformed like the kneecap had shattered, the skin the only thing keeping it together, the bruise that was forming was a deep purple, and the whole thing was swelling before our eyes. The door opened again and a guard I hadn’t seen yet today came in, he walked past the prisoner and my demented-looking father and headed straight for the far wall. He used a key to open a compartment in the wall, inside was a hose and a tap.
“You might want to wait outside; this can get a lot messier before it gets cleaner.” He said to all four of us, my mother needed no more incentive than that and headed straight to the door, my father, Ben and I were a little more torn. While leaving the prisoner in the hands of two well-armed, and well-trained guards wasn’t a concern for me, I just didn’t want to miss him being drenched in freezing cold water, but I also didn’t want his shit anywhere near me. Deciding I could live without the memory of him being hosed down I followed my mother out of the room. Ben and my father chose to stay, and I chose not to question it, they had their reasons, of that, I was sure. Once outside the retching guard, whose name still escaped me, closed the door and resumed his position, my mother started pacing. It wasn’t something I was used to seeing from her, usually she wouldn’t want to risk her shoes getting dirty or wearing off the ridiculous red on the bottom of most of them.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, something must be bothering her, I was sure of it.
“I don’t know, it’s just a feeling I can’t shake.” She replied, as she paced, she was getting more agitated.
“So, tell me, I can tell you you’re being crazy, or I can have someone look into it,” I stated simply with a shrug.
“Okay, I keep wondering, why is Owen important enough to try and pull a jailbreak? And if he is that important, what have we done to increase security? Because they know now that we know about the vampire connection, so they must have warned Pratt, and if they do try and break him out again, will we be able to stop them again? Or will they try with larger numbers? What if last night was just a recon and not the real jailbreak?” My mother rambled, she appeared to be coming apart at the seams, I had never seen the woman anything less than perfect, in her appearance at least, but the closer I looked the more I noticed. Her hair wasn’t perfectly sculpted, her makeup looked a little rushed rather than the flawless mask I was used to, and she wasn’t wearing any jewellery, that alone should have tipped me that all was not right with my mother.
“Okay, you have a point, I’ll double the guard, I’ll have Pratt brought in for questioning, but I’ll have him interviewed by an Eta, make it look routine. Vampires attacked, we know his father was a vampire, have to cover our bases type of thing. Then I’ll have them mention we heard about the vampire connection from another pack. They will suspect Lander, but they will have to be careful when dealing with all the packs in the area. And I will order every guard to be issued silver nitrate bullets, alright?” I was beginning to fear for both of my parent’s sanity, neither seemed to be coping very well with the betrayal they had suffered.
“And I think you should double the border patrol, have the trainees run it, call it an exercise, anything to avoid panic, but maintain we are all safe.” She said, chewing her perfectly manicured nail, it made me worry even more about her.
“Okay, I can do that, but what else could you be worried about?” I asked her confused.
“I know I’m only part fae, but my great-grandmother was extremely powerful, and while I don’t have the sight, I do have strong instincts. Instincts I’ve learned to trust, and I don’t know how to explain it, but something bad is coming, I can feel it in the air. There’s something dark and powerful out there, ready to pounce and I think it’s set its sights on us.” She was truly scared, another first for her, if she hadn’t been so sure and scared, I would’ve laughed, but instead, I instantly linked the Delta to put everything in place. If there was even the slightest chance, she was right, we weren’t going to be caught unprepared. I had only just finished detailing my orders, when the door opened and the guard who had hosed the prisoner down emerged from the room, his legs splattered with shit.
“Thank you, for your... help. Tell your supervisor I gave you permission to shower and change before you head back to your post.” I informed him, it was an awful assignment, and the man stank after it.
“Thank you, Alpha.” He replied with the customary nod of the head, I made a mental note to learn more about the guards and their salaries, as he left us, and we headed back into the room. The prisoner was still strapped to his chair, naked, soaking wet, but now only dry heaving and moaning. I had no doubt his stomach would still be burning, his eyes were bloodshot, and I could see sores around his lips, so I was sure his mouth and throat were on fire too. With his healing ability suppressed, his knees were incredibly swollen and the most horrendous colour, I was shocked by the lack of pity I had for the broken creature before me.
“Did we miss anything?” My mother asked as we took our earlier positions against the wall.
“Just a little screaming, apparently, ice cold water doesn’t feel all that good being shot at a couple of broken knees. Who knew?” My father joked, making me wonder about the state of his mental health for the second time that day. “Would anyone mind if I continued? Or would you like a turn first?” He smiled and I couldn’t hold my tongue any longer.
“Dad, are you alright? You don’t seem like yourself.” I whispered.
“No son. I’m not alright, to be honest, I’m heartbroken, the man I trusted most, the one I made my second betrayed me, betrayed my son, threatened the lives of everyone I love and would’ve destroyed my pack if he had succeeded. I know I’m no longer Alpha, but this pack is still mine, and I love it, and everyone in it, and if our parents were alive, this would have destroyed them. They would’ve been ashamed of you!” He snarled at the prisoner before he walked over to the table to pick his next method of torture.
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