The Red Retrieval Chapter 2: Dynamo's "Prison"

The three villains follow the Masked Silhouette in the corridor. Samantha and Pasteur looked at Corbin, who had a serious, pissy look on his face. This was the moment he didn't expect, but waited. He wanted to encounter his enemy once again, to spit on him, to rub dirt on his face, to kill him. He never knew that the man, who has beaten him, had been captured. And now, here he is, strolling to see him.

"Corbin.", called out the Pixelator beside him.
"H-huh? Yeah?", answered the incarnation of darkness.
"What's up? You okay? What are you thinking about?".
"Oh... It's nothing much. It's just the fact that I have to see Dynamo again. It's just like a good, old family reunion."
"If it was a "family reunion", then your face would've been happier."
"That's exactly the point."

He strolled further away from Samantha and Pasteur, and caught up to Silhouette. Samantha stopped for a minute. She was intrigued by the way Corbin was acting. This wasn't like him before - funny, stupid, egotistic, fearful of cats. This was something different, something that actually made her know that her ex is a bloodthirsty threat. There had been a few instances of him being like this.

"Samantha! You comin'?!", shouted Silhouette from far away in front of her.
"Oh! Yes sir!", she said running to the three.
"Master, where are we actually going to?", asked Pasteur.
"Pasteur, my friend. We're already here!", nonsensically said Silhouette.

In front of the four was a dark door which had a sign written with “DO NOT OPEN, unless you’re the higher-ups”. Silhouette opened the door with his shadow making a dark, unsettling figure. The group entered a room, where it's dark all over. Not much was seen. Not much was smelt. Only breathing remained, but it wasn't theirs. It was someone else's. Silhouette walked to the left and flipped up a light switch. The whole room lit up, and in the view of the villains was an injured Dynamo strapped to a whiteboard with wheels.

The red man's eyes were closed. There were a few bruises on his face. Little parts of skin were torn apart from his left hand. His jacket was crumpled. You could almost see a mark of a slash that went past his shirt on his chest. A few drops of blood went down his mouth. There were holes in his trousers too, and some parts of his legs were bleeding.

"So, this is where you put him, right?", asked Pasteur
"Yes. I had to hire different soldiers to torture him into telling us where the other two are.", said Silhouette, "It wasn't much of a success, but at least he didn't escape. I also ordered them to force magic-deterring straps onto this fool."

Slowly, the Masked Silhouette took steps towards Dynamo. Every step he took, the figure in his shadow descended and devolved into a more nightmarish creature. Immediately, the Silhouette raised his hand and slapped the hell out of the prisoner's blocky face. The impact of the hit woke him up. As his eyes opened, Dynamo coughed up a few pints of blood. He turned his head back to face his enemy.

"How did the pain feel?", taunted Silhouette.
"Die...", mumbled Dynamo as more blood comes from his mouth.
"I'm sorry. I can't hear you. Can you speak up?".
"DI-".

Dynamo was slapped in the head again. The hit was tougher this time.

"Who are you? What the hell do you want from us?!", queried the bleeding prisoner.
"Me? I am the one who is behind all of this. The man who ordered Corbin to kill you. The mastermind who shall put an end to your pitiful, pathetic race. I only want nothing but the hearts of your lives!", answered Silhouette.
"Oh really? Is that why you created the Blood Masks Agency? To destroy my kind?".
"Not really. We also assassinate people. Villains, civiilians, and heroes. You can name it."

"What is the reason then?", questioned Dynamo.

The Silhouette refused to answer and backed off. A malicious grin appeared behind his mask.

"Your deathly fate shall commence in less than a week, Dynamo. Have fun while it lasts.", said Silhouette as he left the room, "Have a little "chat" with him, henchmen."
"Wait, Master, where are you going?", asked Corbin.
"To my office. I will plan on how the prisoner should die."
"Very well."

As the high leader disappeared, Dynamo was left in the grasp of the three generals. Without hesitation, not even one bit of it, they took turns in a specific order in thrashing him out. First came Corbin. Second was Samantha. Third went Pasteur. The beating took ten minutes until Dynamo was harmed enough, but Corbin himself didn't stop. He kept hitting Dynamo for what he had done to him.

"You think that you've beaten me, huh? You cocky freak! That "Form of Monstrosity" was well enough powerful. You've done a really, REALLY huge number on me! So, I must do the same to you!", scolded Corbin as he continuously pounded the pumped prisoner to a pulp.
"Corbin. That's enough!", ordered Pasteur.
"You think you're stronger than me?! HUH?!".
"Corbin. I said that's enough!".
"Well, look where you are NOW! Alone. Strapped to a board. No help. No powers. No friends or family to rescue you. You will die a lifeless husk."
"CORBIN! I SAID THAT'S ENOUGH!".

Pasteur and Samantha rapidly restrained Corbin from punching Dynamo.

"RELEASE ME! I WANT TO MAKE SURE THAT THE RED MAN SUFFERS!", screamed an angry Corbin.
"WHEN I SAY THAT'S ENOUGH, THAT IS ENOUGH! We cannot allow you to kill him!", argued Pasteur while pulling Corbin away from the bloodbath.
"Listen to the professor, you dumb f**k! Don't you dare try to make matters worse!", agreed Samantha.

Corbin violently broke out of the restraints, and left the room.

"FINE, KEEP THAT F**KER ALIVE THEN! YA CHEAPSKATES!", he roared while viciously stomping away.

Samantha and Pasteur looked at each other, concerned by Corbin's rarely insane behaviour.

"What is up with the crow man today?", wondered Pasteur.
"I don't know but I think it probably has something to do with his previous loss against our enemy.", she guessed.

The two looked at Dynamo.

"We'll leave you be, Observian.", said Pasteur.

They both then marched out, and closed the door from behind. Dynamo, now more bruised than ever, began to sob. He tried to hold back the tears, but he couldn't. This was all too much for him.

END of Chapter 2