○The other Garmadon○ k.smith

Stealth •

1st person-

WARNING!!!- Tourcher! And lots of it!

When I awake I wanted to puke. I know this cell, I know many tick-tack-toe games are carved into the wall. It's my cell, back at the base I thought I burned to the ground. It's quiet. I pull myself to sit up, noticing my hands were cuffed with advanced technology. I pull on them, nothing happens. I felt tired, like I had just did a course of advance training. That was when it hit me. A new memeory.

"Please, I'm begging you!" The man yells, holding his bleeding side. I walk towards him, my kurisagama in my hand. One quick moment, all in one movement, I killed him. I pierced his heart.

I throw up. Wiping away what was on my face, his blood. I move from that corner to the next. Taking a seat and waiting for Adam. After three hours of waiting he came. I heard him walking down the hall, two guards behind him. I smile, he still knows how strong I am. When he reached my cell he stands there, just looking at me. Examining me. I snap.

"Do you just want to stare or do you want to talk?"

"Ah, the dragon still has some fire left. To bad I'm going to stuff it out." He sneers. He says something to the guard and my cell door opens, the two guards walk in and grab me. I try to get away but one ejects some weird blue liquid in me. My body freezes.

"You underestimated me. But don't worry, once I return you to your friends, they will fear me."

"Sure they will." I say, thankful that I could still move my mouth to insult him. It's the only fun I'll get out of this. He walks down the hall and the guards carrying me follow. As we walk I noticed that there were no subjects. No prisoners. No one but agents.

"Where are the rest of your lab rats?" I say looking into a cleared out cell. Adam turns to look at me, stopping. The guards stop as well.

"They all died in the fire you made. You killed them, Y/n." I felt sick again. There used to be around thirty of us. And I killed all of them? No. They must have saved a few. Right?

"You didn't care who the fire burned, as long as you didn't get scarred. But I'm going to change that." Adam says as he opens a door to a room with a chair with straps, a regular wooden chair, and a fireplace. He points to the table. The guards carry me to it. They strap me down. Adam nods at them again and then they leave. Adam takes a seat in the wooden chair.

"I've been searching for you for a short while now. I expected you to have at least tried to hide. I hate not having a challange. But I'll get one today. Right now."

"What? You think you scare me? We're not kids anymore Adam. I grew out of my fear a long time ago. You don't scare me." I don't know who I'm taking to. Am I telling Adam or am I telling myself? Adam does a small smile and reaches into his pocket. He flips open the blade. As he stands up the chair moves back.

"Oh, I'll have you regain your fear soon enough, Y/n. So, we're going to have a. . . small challange. I'm going to demand something of you and you are going to give it to me. Or-" He brings the blade to my skin and pulls it away. The cut ins't deep but hurts just the same.

"I'll have to do much more than I want."

"You always want to do more." I hiss at him. He smiles, showing off his teeth.

"You know me so well."

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I hiss in pain as Adam cuts my skin again. I'm wet with sweat, the fire was hotter than before. Adam had removed the jacket on his suit, just standing before me in the white shirt and tie. Sleaves rolled up holding the bloody knife.