|I've been holding on for too long, time for us to move on

|Song: Cry, Jason Walker

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Lisa's P.O.V.

The room was dark and smelled like blood. My hands were bound and no matter how much I tried to move, I was stuck.
Anger burned inside of me like a raging fire. Hours ago I had woken up in the dark, immediately realising Wicked had lied to us again. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep on the Berg, then waking up in the darkness. I had no idea what kind of test this was suppose to be, but it most certainly wasn't my idea of freedom.

Suddenly a loud bang echoed through the dark, making me look up, my anger dying down and making way for a cold shot of fear.
Then a light was turned on.
A small groan left my lips as I shut my eyes, against the sudden light.

'Miss Lisa, I think it was about time we had a chat,' a deep voice said.

Squinting against the light I tried to open my eyes, hatred flaring through me by hearing his voice. 'I'm not in a mood, thanks,' I replied.
A small chuckle came from Janson, but it was empty and not filled with amusement at all. 'I don't think there is a lot you have to say about it.'
'There never is,' I mumbled, slowly gaining back my sight.
We were in a small square room, a single light hanging by its wires from the ceiling. There was a huge iron door on my left and the wall on my right was entirely made of glass. I couldn't see through it though because whatever was behind it, was covered in darkness. Then I looked forwards were Janson, my father as it turned out, was seating on an iron chair. A chair similar to the one I was bound to. He had a file in his hand and seemed to be very pleased about something. That alone was enough to make my skin crawl.

'You survived the scorch,' he stated.
'Clearly,' I replied, my voice just as flat, 'no thanks to you.'
He flashed me an empty smile before continuing. 'You managed to pull a little trick there that we weren't all too pleased with.'
I narrowed at him, forcing down my nerves and trying to keep my hands steady.
Janson leant forwards, leaning his elbows on his legs, staring right at me. 'Somehow, you managed to break our mind control. Meaning you never finished the job you were meant to do.'
'If by job you mean killing my sister, who by the way happens to be your daughter, then I don't see a problem,' I spat back.
Janson took a minute to study me before leaning back in his chair. His expression was blank, unreadable and it frustrated me.
'It was what you were meant to do, and you failed, meaning we are left to clean the mess.'

Suddenly I felt like I couldn't breathe, an iron fist appearing around my heart, all color draining from my face.
Janson noticed my reaction and chuckled again, making me want to hit him. 'Relax, your sister is still alive.'
'Give me one good reason why I should believe you!' I screamed.
'We found a better purpose for her,' Janson simply stated.
'You told us the trials are over,' I hissed, unable to control my emotions any longer.
'Sadly the data we gathered wasn't enough, phase three was necessary.'

Silence fell as I stared at him, and he looked calmly back. I couldn't describe what I was feeling. We were lied to, again, and I was so tired of having to play this eternal game.

'Just like we have a purpose for you,' Janson finally broke the silence.
My mouth stayed shut as I glared at him.
'You are going to help your sister and not resist when we take control again, it's necessary for you to be in the Red State when you help her,' his voice was calm but his words had a threatening undertone, one that I couldn't ignore.
'And if I refuse,' I whispered, trying to sound just as threatening as my father.
He raised his head, not seeming intimidated in the slightest, in fact he seemed almost happy with my resistance. He stood up and walked towards the wall of glass, taking a phone out of his pocket and dialing a number, then he pressed it to his ear. 'Turn on the light.'

The lights behind the glass were turned on and my heartbeat sped up by seeing what was behind it. The room was the same as the one I was in. Except it wasn't me bound to the chair, it was Minho. And that wasn't all...
There were wires attached to his head and the other end to some sort of machine.
A doctor in a long white coat with short brown hair and a mustache stood next to it.

Janson turned to me but I could only stare at Minho. He had his eyes closed, blood streamed out of a wound on the side of his head. Almost like they had to hit him unconscious to get him into that chair, which was likely to have happened knowing Minho.
'This is what will happen if you resist,' Janson spoke quietly. Then he spoke into the phone again. 'Let's begin.'

And before I could even begin to understand what was happening, the doctor pushed a button on the machine. Blue fluid started making its way up through the wires and when it reached Minho...

I couldn't hear his screams but that didn't mean I couldn't feel them.
His mouth wide open, his eyes moving behind his eyelids, sweat dripping down his forehead.
A sob left my lips as I tried to force back my tears. A hole had appeared in my stomach, swallowing up my heart. I managed not to make sound as I watched my friend being turtored.
His hands clenched and unclenched as he continued to scream, tears were streaming out of his eyes. It seemed to go on forever, hours seemed to pass as I stared at him.

'Stop! Please stop, you're killing him!' My voice was high, unnatural, didn't sound like my own.

Janson turned to me, a dark shimmer in his eyes as he answered. 'This won't kill him. He simply believes he's being chased by a Griever, but there is no real harm done.'
'No real harm done?! Look at him!' I screamed but Janson watched it happening still as a statue.
'Stop it! Please!' I screamed again.
Slowly he brought the phone to his mouth and spoke a few words. 'Shut it down.'
The doctor nodded and walked to machine, pushing another button.

Immediately Minho's body seemed to relax, tears still streaming out of his eyes.

I bit my lip while trying to stop sobbing. I had to be strong, for Minho.

'So, you have decided?' Janson asked, not even turning to look at me.
'You will stop torturing him if I cooperate?' I whispered, my throat hoarse.
'That's right,' the man who was suppose to be my father answered.
'How do I know you will keep your word? You haven't exactly given me any reason to believe a word you say,' I snapped.
Silence fell, I could hear my heart beating, could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins, leaving a cold chill behind as it went. I'd said too much.
Then Janson opened his mouth, talking into the phone again. 'Turn it back on.'
'No!' I screamed but my scream was lost in sobs as I watched helplessly how the machine was turned back on and Minho his nightmare started again.

This time I couldn't stay quiet. I screamed and kicked around, trying somehow to break loose but it was all useless.
My throat was hurting from screaming, my eyes stung from trying to keep my tears at bay but it was all useless, they didn't shut it down.

'He can't hear you, or see you,' Janson commented when I screamed for him to hold on.

That only made me scream louder. I couldn't keep watching this, but I also couldn't give them what they wanted. If I let them control me again who knew what I might do...Plus, Janson said this wouldn't kill him, though for killing me it was very effective.

But when Minho started trashing around, trying to break out of his chair, his silent screams and endless tears making my heart ache, I finally gave in.

'Fine! I'll do it! Just stop hurting him!'

Janson didn't react at first, just kept on staring at the glass.

'STOP IT!' I screamed at him, hatred burning like a wild fire inside of me.

Slowly he took the phone out of his pocket, taking his time as he dialed the number. I groaned and kicked against my chair, trying to break free once again.
Then he held it to his ear. 'Turn it off.'
On the other side of the glass the doctor walked towards the machine and turned it off. 'Take him to the hospital wing,' Janson added before ending the call. Then he turned to me. 'Someone will be here within an hour to take you to see the others. When the plan is set in motion, you will know.' He nodded curtly before making his way to the door.
'Dawn was wrong,' I said while he opened the door, my voice as cold as ice. 'You're not our father, you never were.'
Janson stood still as a statue, his entire body tensed up and I knew he was trying to control his anger. Then he took a deep breath and stepped outside the room, closing the door behind him.

I turned to look at the glass again but the chair was empty, Minho was loaded on a brancard and taken out of the room. And I was left there with my aching heart and burning hatred.

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Hi there!

So here it is, another chapter! And it was pretty eventful...Do you think Lisa even remembers Minho kissing her? She was still controlled when it happened. Whether she does or not, she cares about Minho which is why Janson choose him to torture. I know I'm horribly mean for writing this but it needed to be done for Lisa to keep on cooperating.

By the way, what about a ship name guys? Liho, Minsa? I don't know, I've never been really good with ship names, it's up to you guys!

This was it for now, the next chapter will be published on wednesday so be sure to keep an eye out! Please vote or comment, it would mean the world to me and I could use some feedback!

Bye for now!

xXx

UYM