Frank's POV
I was pulled up off the ground and led away to a vehicle. I was thrown in the back with a Scarecrow watching me, ray gun aimed at my head. Another one was looking through my bag and inspecting the contents. I guess this meant that I was wanted alive. That meant another round of torture. I just sat there and looked at my feet. I had hoped that if I had taken Korse down, the Scarecrows would not come after me, not having someone to give them orders and all. I guess that the bad news was that BL/ind had a new leader. This was bad. It meant that all the trouble I went to did nothing to take down BL/ind, it hadn't even wavered them.
I'm not sure how long I was in the back of the van for, but we must have stopped at least 20 times, and the last time the back was opened up and I was pulled out. I looked around me, it was a different place from last time. A huge warehouse slash garage type thing. There were rows and rows of BL/ind labelled vans and Scarecrows everywhere. They took me through a door at the back and into some hallways. They twisted around in a complicated maze and I knew that if I tried to escape this way, I would never get out.
I was thrown into a white room and chained to the wall with my hands behind my back. I sat there with my head down and didn't look up until a few minuted later when the door opened and an evil looking man walked in. Unlike Korse, he had hair that was incredibly short and his eyes were menacing, he was also a lot younger than Korse. He spoke, "I'm Siren, son of Korse."
What the fuck! Korse had a son!
"I am lead to believe that it was you who murdered my father and blew up the BL/ind headquarters."
I didn't answer.
"Answer me!" he screamed.
"Bingo." I said, with a smile on my face, I loved pissing people off. I looked up as he approached me and he brought his hand down and slapped me hard across the face with the back of his hand. I could feel the burning sting on my cheek.
"Aww, that hurt." I said, smiling.
He kicked me in the ribs and I fell onto my side. He sent another blow to my face with his foot and heard the crunch as my jaw broke. Blood started to spill from my mouth and dripped onto the floor and into my hair. He kicked me one last time in the stomach. "That was for my father." he hissed, before starting to walk out of the room.
"That was a pretty poor attempt at revenge." I said.
He turned back around. Too far, Frankie, too far, I thought, just before his foot connected with my ribs and I heard the crack as one snapped. I gasped at the pain, he smiled and left the room, slamming the door behind him. I lay on the floor, the trickle of blood from my mouth started to slow down and soon stopped. I reached my hand down to my rib cage and tried to locate the broken one. I winced when pain shot through me and I removed my hand from the broken rib.
I thought of the others, they would have gotten my note by now, they would have seen that the car was gone, maybe Gee had even found the other bags under his bed. I wondered if Dr Death had said anything about this, maybe they had contacted him. I hoped that they wouldn't come looking for me. I couldn't have them dead because of me. All the more reason to get out of here.
I started to toss plans around in my head. Last time we had gotten out because of a system failure on the auto-lock of the door, I guess you could say that it was by chance. I started to move my hands around in the handcuffs that were keeping me chained to the wall. They were meant to be fairly tight, but I had small wrists. I started to twist them around and I pulled hard, trying to get my hands out. The handcuffs were cutting into my skin and it wasn't long until they were bleeding. I gave up and hit my head against the wall. Come on, Frankie, think.