<div align="center">------The Unkillable Boy------</div><br/>The door sealed shut behind Jack, locking him securely in the large stone box.  Only a few short steps and he would find himself in a room that was far larger than the dimensions of the building should have allowed, lit with the sickly and wavering glow of what must have been hundreds of television screens growing out of each of the four walls like outcroppings of luminescent fungus.  The noise from them was still scarcely above a whisper, and once Jack noticed exactly what they were depicting he would probably be glad they had decided to turn down the volume.  Between jittery lines of static were videos of gruesome executions and more than a few lewd displays, each of them depicting exactly the same boy.  Literally no death or depraved act seemed to have been left out.  Decapitations and amputations, impalement and sodomy, burning and electrocution, stabbing and bludgeoning: all of it was put on display without shame or hesitance.  There was no censorship in this place.<br/><br/>Once Jack had likely had more than enough of that to last a lifetime, the screens shuddered and died one by one, until only a single overhead light remained.  At last he would notice the titular<em>Unkillable Boy</em>, a young man in his late teens at the most, utterly naked but for some bandages that he seemed to have stripped from his forearms and bound about his waist and thighs in a poor attempt to maintain some form of modesty.  His otherwise unblemished skin was covered in dust, soot, and what appeared to be dried blood, but he seemed to bear no wounds, scars, or bruises on his body.  A heavy collar was bound around Jason's neck and beset with chains, and every once and awhile a small red light would wink in and out of sight.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Characters/ChainedFireDemon.jpg)</div><br/>Jason clutched the iron links at Jack's approach, as though the unyielding metal was comforting to him.  He stared up at his visitor with pretty amber eyes, though they seemed to look<em>through</em>him, rather than<em>at</em>him.  They slowly but surely slid into focus, finally settling on Jack's face and looking both expectant and somewhat fearful.  The young man twitched involuntarily, then hastily pushed the pads of his hands and feet against the cracked stonework until he was in a crouching position.  His body was lean and bore just the slightest traces of muscle beneath smooth planes of skin.  At the very least he didn't look starved, though that was likely just to ensure that he looked more<em>appealing</em>to the sorts of customers that he usually entertained.<br/><br/>"What?"<br/><br/>One word croaked out to break the awkward, stony silence.  He held a hand beneath his chin, protectively shielding his upper body from view if Jack's eyes began to wander.  He looked mistrustful, and understandably so.  Though he'd said only one word, the meaning behind it was quite clear:<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>What will you do to me?</em></div>