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Vice Grip	By : stormsiren006 Category: DC Verse Comics > Superman Views: 6762 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Trevor had gotten lost in his thoughts when he heard a noise coming from outside the room. It was voices…they were muffled, though, and he could not make them out but they were getting closer. Then the voices stopped. They had been coming from an area outside the wall to the right of where he was sitting. Then he began to hear footsteps approaching and a few seconds later a door on the right side of the room outside his cubicle, the only door in the room, opened and a young woman followed closely by a young man walked in. They continued to walk slowly towards him and then they stopped several feet away from where he was sitting, standing close to one another as they gawked at him. They both looked to be in their early twenties, around the same age as Trevor was himself. The young woman had dark hair that was long but she had it pinned up and she was rather petite in size. She also had a pretty face. She wore tight bluejeans, a skimpy top that showed off her sizable breasts, and a pair of beige sandals that had slightly elevated heels. The young man who had come with her had light brown hair and a medium build, a bit larger than Trevor’s own slight frame and he was a bit taller as well. He wore bluejeans that were slightly baggy, a light green jacket over a white t-shirt that was tucked in, and his feet were clad in sneakers. All of their clothing looked clean and new and conformed to current trends, indicating that both of them were probably well off in their finances, possibly supported by their parents or other relatives. It was unclear if they were related to each other in any way. Trevor could tell that this young man was not the same one who had attacked him though because he was too small. The attacker had had been quite a bit larger, he was sure of that. Trevor just stared blankly at the couple, keeping silent as he waited for them to say something.
“Oh good, he’s awake now,” said the young woman as she looked at the stranger confined in the chair. “Go tell ‘S’ would you?”
The young man looked at Trevor as he put his right hand up towards his companion and whispered, “Stay back, don’t get too close. He could be dangerous,” and then he started moving back towards the door that he had come in from.
“Hmph, he doesn’t look very dangerous to me,” the young woman snorted in a sort of perplexed tone.
“I mean it, be careful,” the young man insisted has he reached the door. “We don’t know what he’s capable of. Just stay right there. I’ll be right back with ‘S’”. And then he walked out of the room, leaving the door open behind him as he went.
Trevor looked at the young woman who was still standing there looking at him. “Who are you?” he demanded in a raspy voice.
“Try to relax,” she replied shortly.
“What do you want from me?” he further questioned her.
“You’ll find out soon enough. Now just relax and no harm will come to you,” she replied assuredly. “What is your name?” she asked curiously.
Trevor just sighed in an annoyed way and rolled his eyes has he looked down at the floor directly in front of the chair that he was chained to, making sure that his displeasure was well displayed to the young woman who stood before him. He did not answer her question so she continued to stare at him in silence. She noticed that he looked tired, haggard even, and he had a few faint scars on his face. She wasn’t able to tell his age since his thick, shaggy hair was a silverish color although his face looked young, despite the dark hollows under his eyes, and his skin was very pale. He looked…malnourished. Perhaps he was a druggie, she thought. Or maybe he was sick from accidental exposure to the toxic substances that were present in the building he’d been staying in. Or maybe that creature was making him sick somehow…it certainly couldn’t be healthy to be surrounded by all that negative energy all the time. Either assumption was probable but didn’t explain his attitude. He didn’t seem to want any kind of help from anyone. She figured that he was most likely either in his 20’s or 30’s judging by his facial contours but the silver hair confused her. It didn’t look like it was dyed and there were no roots showing to indicate that. It had to be premature gray, something she was familiar with, but she thought it was strange how all of the guy’s hair was exactly the same color, a light silvery gray, with no variance in hues at all, since most people afflicted with that condition have it in streaks or patches. She also took notice of his clothing, which was old and discolored and reflected a haphazard way of life. He wore an oversized, faded gray long sleeved button-up shirt as a jacket over a faded black t-shirt with some band logo that she couldn’t make out that was left untucked to hang over his olive colored pair of baggy cargo pants that looked like they were stained with bleach, paint, and only god knew what else and were frayed at the bottoms, indicating that they were a bit to long for him, and a pair of ratty looking black work shoes on his feet that were caked with dried mud. His silver hair had an equally unkempt appearance. She surmised that this guy had no particular interest in what he looked like or how he was perceived by others and she sensed a defiant attitude in him although she could also tell that he was frightened as well. She also noticed the scarring on his neck but she had no idea what might have caused it. The ones on his face were not just acne scares either, she knew that they had been caused by a more serious kind of trauma. There was also something about his eyes. They were…different…somehow. As the bright light shown down on him it gleamed in his eyes when he looked up at her. They were a remarkable hazel color. But there was something else. She looked away, dismissing it from her thoughts. Probably something to do with drugs, she told herself. She took note of how prominent the shadows under his eyes were. Whatever the case was, she figured that he just didn’t take very good care of himself. This strengthened her suspicion that he was a drug addict and that he probably cared more about whatever substance he was abusing than anything else. She couldn’t think of any other reason that would explain how someone could end up looking the way this guy did. She was a registered nurse and it bothered her a bit…and seeing him chained up to the chair made him look all the more pitiful…but she didn’t have time to dwell on the poor man’s condition right now. This guy was wanted for some very serious questioning that would be commencing very shortly. She felt a pang of guilt for not having the police involved in this matter but she knew that "S" was right…they would not be able to handle it properly and would probably wind up just making things worse if they were to get involved. This was a very delicate situation and "S" was probably the only one in the world qualified to handle it. She thanked God that he had been sent to help them with such matters, otherwise there was no doubt in her mind that they would all have been doomed. She was also quite thankful for her opportunity to play an active role in helping her extraordinary friend with his most important duties since she had a special ability that not even he possessed.

Trevor was all too aware of the girl’s incessant gaze upon him. He felt her judging him, labeling him, just like they always did. They were all the same. They think they’re so smart, Trevor thought to himself. But they had no idea what he’d been through, what he he’d been put through, and what he continued to go through every day of his life. He knew how separate he was from everyone else. He was painfully aware of it. He had never had a real home or a real family of any kind. In fact, everyone that he’d ever had any substantial contact with had treated him as though he wasn’t even a person. Like he was just an object, a piece of trash that didn’t even have the right exist at all and therefore it was ok for him to be treated as such. He’d actually begun to believe that maybe it was the truth since everyone he met seemed to think that way. Everyone but Rellek, that is, he reminded himself with some resentment. Rellek was the only one who had ever really “accepted”, in a strange sort of way. And even though Trevor was terribly frightened of him, Rellek was the only being that he’d ever felt even remotely “safe” around at any point in his life, although he never truly felt safe at all, to be honest. Feeling safe was not something that he was capable of. He lived a life of constant fear. That’s how bad his situation was. No one, other than perhaps Rellek, could even fathom how truly desperate he was. He was continually suffering from chronic anxiety due to the horrific experiences that he was forced to endure in the past and which were continuing to haunt him to the present day. In addition, he had several bleeding ulcers in his stomach that made it very difficult for him to eat. To make matters even worse, he could not get any kind of medical treatment at all due to his severe phobia of hospitals, medical equipment, and medical personnel alike. How ironic it is, Trevor thought to himself, that the only being he’d ever been, however remotely, able to “trust” or consider a “friend” was not even really a person but rather a…demon…or something like that. Something so inhuman and exceedingly cruel in nature that it defied any kind of rational explanation. Some kind of monster that was not quite “living” in the usual sense of the word. A killer. Trevor figured that if he…or it…had to be called something then the word “demon” was probably the closest one that anyone would dare to use. Strangely enough, that word seemed less alien to him than the words “trust” and “friend” actually did. Rellek didn’t exactly treat him like a normal person either, not that Trevor expected him to, of course, since he knew very well that he didn’t qualify as a normal person. Trevor got the sense that Rellek regarded him as more of a pet of sorts…and Trevor’s obedience to him, however unintentional, easily made Rellek qualify as his master. It was the best analogy Trevor could think of to describe their relationship. Perhaps it made sense, though, Trevor thought, since he was probably more like an animal than a person anyway. Despite Rellek’s tolerance towards him, though, Trevor was incapable of trusting him fully. In actuality he was incapable of trusting anyone, so any kind of real friendship was out of the question, and he was constantly made aware of Rellek’s brutal nature and incredible power as he was often a witness to the creature’s regular acts of extreme cruelty towards others. Trevor shuddered at the thought. The things he’d seen Rellek do to people made him feel physically ill. The things he had witnessed were not just violent, but violations of nature. He tried not to dwell on it too much though, since there was nothing he could do about it. For whatever reason, Rellek had saw fit to keep Trevor around, to keep him alive and provide a kind of shelter for him, even going as far to actively protect him from those that might cause him harm, although his methods could not be condoned. Trevor still did not quite understand why Rellek didn’t just kill him too, even after all these years, which only continued to add to his already overwhelming degree of apprehension. He only knew that the creature needed him for some reason, or so it claimed, but it was apparently not something that Rellek was capable of clarifying to him and he found himself utterly powerless to do anything against it. He had no choice but to obey the creature, to do as it wished, and to serve whatever need it thought he was fulfilling, not only because it was immensely powerful and able to get its way no matter what he tried to do but also because he knew that he had no chance of surviving without its help. Not at this point in his life. He was too weak now. Too tired. He had already tried to escape from Rellek before, to just run away. He had tried that a couple of times actually and it hadn’t worked. Rellek had found him. The creature had some way of doing that and Trevor had learned that it was futile for him to even try hiding from it. No matter where he went Rellek would eventually find him. It didn’t ask much from him really, though….in fact it never really asked him to do anything at all. It certainly never asked him to help it kill anyone or do anything with any of its regular victims…not that it needed any help with that of course. But it didn’t try very hard to conceal any of its atrocities from him either. In any case, his presence alone seemed enough to appease the fearsome creature, for whatever reason. In fact Trevor seemed to have a sort of calming effect on it that subdued its rage somewhat. He didn’t know why, though. He tried not to think about it too much. He didn’t want to become complacent around Rellek because he always feared that some day whatever it was that kept the creature’s violence towards him at bay would some day fail. Not that it would really matter, he supposed. He’d probably be better off dead anyway. But nonetheless, it still bothered him. His feelings of dread couldn’t be helped. Especially when he saw what Rellek could do…what it did do…to others. Rellek didn’t just kill people…at least not in every case. Trevor shuddered again as he tried to push the unpleasant thoughts from his mind. He didn’t want to think about that, especially not right now. Despite all of his terrible experiences and the resulting anxiety attacks that he endured on a regular basis, Trevor was still clinically sane and not at all malicious in nature, which was actually quite extraordinary considering the circumstances. Most anyone else would have gone completely insane a long time ago having been in his shoes. All he really wanted at this point was for people to just leave him alone. But they never did. They just never stopped. Someone always had to find him and try to meddle with him in some way, subsequently drawing Rellek’s attention to them. Just like these foolish people were doing right now. He didn’t wish any harm upon them, though, despite their harsh treatment, and he actually felt bad knowing what was going to happen to them if they didn’t release him from this bondage. He was angry with them but he was also afraid for them as well as for himself. Trevor did realize that many of Rellek’s victims tended to bring their ill fates upon themselves and so he tried very hard not to let his feelings be too effected by what happened to them. But even after everything he’d been through he was still human and he was still sane. Although in all honesty he wasn’t quite sure how long his sanity was going to continue to hold out. He almost wished that Rellek would just go ahead and kill him and be done with it…end his suffering. But they’d had that discussion before…Trevor had been begging him for death and Rellek had refused to give it to him. He’d known the creature for several years now and he was still quite baffled by its odd behavior. Trevor had already tried to take his own life on several occasions in the past with no success. He’d tried just about everything but somehow he just kept on living. It didn’t make any sense…he knew he should be dead. He’d actually started to get the idea that perhaps he’d done something terrible in a past life and this was a form of Hell, one which he could never escape from, and his personal torment was intended as punishment. Nothing could be worse than this, he thought. Trevor closed his eyes as he slouched forward in the chair and rested his face in his hands.
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