Taylorâ€™s head jerked back in a roar of pain as a scalding hot knife pierced his skin and wedged beneath his shoulder blade. He could feel the blade touching several of his tendons and scorching a mark into his very bone. â€œThere, now you have something to remember me by as you rot in a cell for the rest of your unnatural life.â€ Michael hissed as he jerked the blade from Taylorâ€™s shoulder only to push it deep into his lower back.<br/><br/>Everything around Taylor was fading into black and his hearing was slowly fading out to nothing. He wasnâ€™t a hundred percent sure if he was dying or simply falling into unconsciousness but both promised reprieve from this pain. It was the shrill sound from the TV and finally the pained scream of his little warrior that brought the battered soldier back from the darkness.<br/><br/>Taylor lifted his head from the way it had lolled to the side in order to see what was happening to Meko. His very heart broke and blood ran cold as he saw finish preparing everything he needed. Taylor was intimately aware of everything a machine like that could do to a person. He knew the demons and scars that would follow if Meko were to survive. He knew Rune would come out and slaughter Sam but that wouldnâ€™t help Mekoâ€™s current state.<br/><br/>â€œIf I tell you, you will let him go?â€ Taylor croaked through the pain and the lump in his throat. Michael stopped his attempt at carving a symbol into the leg of his capture. â€œWell, we wonâ€™t let him go but weâ€™ll end his torment.â€ It was said without a care in the world as the man stood and moved over to the wall. He pressed a button on the wall and called over into the room Meko was being held in. â€œSam stop what you are doing for a minute. I believe our infallible incorruptible hero over here will tell us what we want to know.â€<br/><br/>Sam had just shoved the needle into the surprisingly muscular arm of the fae when the crackle of the intercom made him stop. â€œI thought youâ€™d break long before he did.â€ Sam admitted to the boy as he pulled the needle from the pale arm and walked over to the intercom.<br/>â€œLeave the com on I want to see this boyâ€™s face as his hero falls from grace.â€ Samâ€™s smile reflected the fact that he was just as cold and cruel as all the other flunkies that were working for Madam Director.<br/><br/>Michael wedged the switch up so the intercom would stay on before turning back to the chained up beast. â€œItâ€™s almost a shame you quit so soon. You are where you belong.â€ Taylorâ€™s eyes lifted to the screen to watch every move that was made in the other room. All he knew was that he had to buy Meko some time to heal as much as he could to prepare himself for the upcoming torture.<br/><br/>â€œThe kid talks in his sleep. He doesnâ€™t know he talks in his sleep but he does.â€ A faint smile touched his lips only for it to be smashed off his face. Taylor spit blood out of his mouth once again before returning to look at the television. â€œI started putting it together when he mentioned the scientistâ€™s and started talking like he was having a conversation with him.â€ Apparently Michael didnâ€™t like that Taylor had stopped to suck in a deep breath because it was knocked out of him by a knee to the ribs.<br/><br/>â€œWhat was said Taylor stop bullshitting.â€ Michael growled as he pulled his fist back as if to nail Taylor once again. â€œTeleporting. Thatâ€™s how the kid got here. Schino thought heâ€™d be safer here in the future than back then.â€ It was complete bullshit but then again Taylor had never really had any intention on giving any actual useful information to this asshats.<br/><br/>â€œTeleporting? You expect me to believe that?â€ Michael laughed aloud and was joined by Samâ€™s amused chuckle. â€œYes, I do because itâ€™s the truth. The old man was trying to figure out a way to travel from place to place in the span of a few seconds.â€ Okay, so maybe he was using a bit of the truth but it was nothing concrete and he was almost certain none of these idiots would figure it out anytime soon.<br/><br/><br/>-0-0-0-0<br/>Xander shoved his way into the rather posh room and searched it from top to bottom before he finally turned his attention to the low sound of a monitor. A half smile tugged onto his lips as he perched himself on the edge of the desk. This was almost better than anything he could have ever done to his bastard brother.<br/><br/>An actual chuckle lifted into his throat as Taylor cut a deal for the boyâ€™s life. Xander knew that Taylor knew that Meko would never forgive him for telling anything. It was honestly hilarious that the trained military man broke before the scrawny rat of a kid did. Of course, even Xander had to admit, it was for a rather good reason.<br/><br/>He sat in his seat for a few minutes just listening to his brother spill the information and watching the change in Mekoâ€™s features. However he saw a light click on in Mekoâ€™s head and it dawned on him that perhaps Taylor wasnâ€™t saying anything after all. â€œMaybe you are my brother.â€ He shook his head at his own admission before sliding of the desk. â€œ14, 4.â€ The numbers of the interrogation rooms the two idiots were in.<br/>Xander knew that any chance he had would be better if he had them on his side and the only way to get Taylor on his side was to save Meko so number 14 would be first.