A Code to DeCipher (BillDip)

Chapter 15

Waiting. There wasn't much else the captive teen could so. He laid there, every breath baited in anticipation, unable to do anything. His safety, and the safety of his entire family, rested in the hands of a demon. Dipper had lost the only thing that made him feel like he could actually help. Now...he felt useless. He never said a word. He just sat there. He did as he was told, whenever Dr. Carson instructed him to sit up, or open his mouth, or breathe in and breathe out, whatever she needed to keep tabs on his health, he did. He was a puppet, his strings being pulled by the threat of the death of everyone he cares for. Every once in a while, an agent would come in with some sort of wound, wether it be a bruised bone, or a bad scratch, the agents came in and out.

One day, however, two agents were wheeled in on gurneys, another covered by a black tarp, followed by multiple battered scientists, doctors, and agents. Some were bleeding, some were limping, but only one looked about ready to kill, and that was Agent Moore. He had a bandage wrapped around his head, covering one of his eyes, the white cloth stained with blood. Dr. Carson came over to ask what had happened, but the agent brushed past her, setting destination for Dipper's hospital bed.

"Agent Moore, you can't..." Dr. Carson grabbed the advancing man's arm, and he pushed her away. She stumbled backwards, tripping over the edge of the cot and falling to the floor. She sat on the ground, unhurt but utterly shocked.

"That demon is killing my agents!" Agent Moore snarled, jabbing a finger at the gurney covered in the tarp. Dipper's stomach churned slightly. Killing...? Oh, Bill...what have you done? Dipper Pines was torn from his thoughts when the enraged agent snatched up his arm, practically dragging him off the cot. Dipper tripped, but was unable to fall, the agent's grip too tight on his wrist. The teen attempted to wrench himself free, but Agent Moore held fast. He twisted the boy's arm behind his back harshly, which received a small yelp of pain.

"Let's see how he likes it on the other end." Agent Moore growled before shoving Dipper forward, leading him out of the room. Dipper looked over his shoulder in fear, and his eyes met Dr. Carson's. She was watching in horror as everything fell apart, unable to do anything about it. Then they rounded the corner. Agent Moore was anything but kind in his movements, shoving the teen forward anytime he stumbled or slowed. Dipper's arm was beginning to hurt from being pinned against his back, and he still felt a bit sick, so the pushing and rough treatment took its toll, making his head feel light, his movements unsure. Finally, they reached the door. Agent Moore input the code, then knocked Dipper inside, letting him go so that he fell forwards into the room.

"Pine Tree?" Bill's voice was surprisingly strong, considering the torment he had been put through for the past few weeks. Dipper shakily got to his feet again, looking up at Bill with a small smile. Then he remembered that Bill took away his magic, and anger flared up inside him. Still, the sight of the dream demon strapped to the table, covered in various IV needles that were drawing blood, and others that were injecting strange liquids and substances. He was bruised and beaten, but he still grinned in his annoyingly cocky way. His eyes found the mark on Dipper's arm and he smirked.

"Like my little addition?" He teased. Dipper rolled his eyes, and might have even laughed if it weren't for the fact that, just then, Agent Moore kicked him in the back, and he was sent sprawling again. Dipper could almost feel the tense anger in the air and he gasped, trembling, pushing himself to his hands and knees. The agent grabbed Dipper by the back of the neck and dragged him to his feet. Dipper Pines froze when he heard a gun cock and felt the cold tip of the barrel press up against his head.

"You've toyed with us, you've destroyed equipment, you've hurt my men, you've killed us." Agent Moore growled. The gun started trembling in his hand, which made Dipper tense up even more. If he flinched on the trigger... "Y-You...you murdered my son!" Agent Moore howled, tears forming in the eye not covered by the bloodstained bandage. "He was all I had left!" Bill Cipher said nothing. He just stared at the agent, his eyes narrowed, burning with an intense hatred unlike anything Dipper had ever seen. The teen would have felt a bit bad for the man, had it not been for the horrid treatment, the threats, and the gun pressed up against his head.