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Vice Grip	By : stormsiren006 Category: DC Verse Comics > Superman Views: 6762 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Someone else was on their way towards the room now. Trevor noticed the footsteps sounded heavier than that of either of the two people that he had encountered so far. He looked up towards the doorway with a feeling of mounting dread. His eyes grew wide when he saw who entered the room next. The man was tall and very well built. He had short, dark hair. He was wearing blue and red tights and had a red cape draped around his shoulders…and he wore a big yellow letter ‘S’ symbol on his chest. It was the being they called “Superman”. The so-called “Man of Steel”. So this was the “S” the other two had mentioned. Trevor wondered what connection these two young people had with Superman and why they were here with him now, technically making themselves accomplishes to the crime that was being committed here against him. He didn’t get the sense that they were being forced to do anything. In any case, Trevor could hardly believe it was him but it was. He had seen him several times in the news and recognized his face immediately. It was definitely him. And Trevor was not exactly thrilled about seeing him in person right now because he realized without a doubt that this man…or whatever he was…was the one who had attacked him and who was apparently responsible for kidnapping him and chaining him up in this chair. Despite his growing dread for the events that were sure to come, he was curious to find out what Superman, of all people, wanted with him. Trevor thought of himself as a nobody…he hadn’t really done anything wrong as far as he knew. He preferred to stay away from other people as much as possible. Yes, he’d stolen a few things, basic necessities mostly, but he seriously doubted that Superman had gone out of his way to acquire him for nothing more than petty theft. He supposed it must have something to do with Rellek…if so then there was no telling what kind of hell was about to be unleashed.
The same young man who had come in earlier with the young woman was back as well, he had come in directly behind Superman but remained closer to the door this time, as if he was expecting to leave again very soon. Superman had come over to stand next to the young woman who hadn’t moved from her location. She looked up at the considerably larger being who was at least a foot taller than her as he looked down at Trevor.
“That’s him alright,” the girl said. “He looks kind of…sickly, doesn’t he?”
“Indeed,” Superman replied in a flat tone, his gaze still fixed on the prisoner. Then he shifted his eyes down to the girl. “Please, leave us now,” he said in a deep and commanding but gentle voice.
“Alright. Is there anything else we can do in the meantime?” she asked.
“Not at the moment,” replied Superman with a solemn tone in his voice now. “There isn’t anything else we can do until…we have more information. I’ll let you know.”
The girl nodded, seeming to fully understand his wishes and desiring to comply with them she quietly left the room, followed by the young man who promptly closed the door behind them.
Superman folded his arms across his chest and continued to stare down at Trevor without saying anything to him.
Trevor’s eyes were still wide with shock. “What…do you…want?” he managed to spit out, his raspy voice sounding considerably more strained than it had before when he had asked the girl the same question. The anxiety was beginning to make him nauseous.
Superman took a step closer to Trevor, which caused him to recoil a bit in the chair. “First of all…tell me your name” the larger being demanded.
Trevor looked down at the floor to the left side of his chair as he let out a weary sigh and then he looked back up at Superman again, who was now looming over him with an almost threatening posture.
“Trevor,” he croaked. The look of shock was gone from his face now, it had been replaced with a look of resignation.
“Good. Now I need you to tell me about your…’friend’,” Superman said, matter-of-factly. “I need you to tell me everything you know,” his bright blue eyes seemingly trying to bore into Trevor’s mind. He could sense the troubled looking young man’s discomfort…but he couldn’t let that bother him now. He knew that this pitiful waif of a man was somehow involved with the murderous entity that he was trying to investigate and he had resolved himself to do whatever it might take to get all the information he could from him before proceeding any further.
Trevor looked boldly up into the larger man’s eyes. “You’re making a mistake,” he told him, mustering all the clarity he could manage. He wanted desperately to convince him…before it was too late.
“What do you mean?” Superman prodded.
Trevor sighed again. “I shouldn’t be here,” he said with a slight growl.
Placing his hands on his hips, Superman leaned down closer towards Trevor, bringing his face less than a foot away from his. “Listen to me, that…’thing’…has killed a lot of people and I think we both know it’s not going to stop. Not unless someone finds a way to stop it.”
Trevor recoiled away from Superman as far back into the chair as he could go, but it didn’t make much of a difference since he didn’t have that far back to go.
“His name is Rellek, that’s all I can tell you,” Trevor said earnestly.
Superman straightened his posture, keeping his hands on his hips, as he continued to stare down at Trevor. Then he began pacing the room in front of the cubical. “You’ve been seen with him. What is your relationship with that creature?” Superman demanded urgently.
“It’s kind of hard to explain,” Trevor replied, looking down at the floor again. “It’s not something that can be helped, I assure you.”
“You do realize what that thing does to people, don’t you? Do you have any idea what it’s capable of?” Superman questioned with emphasis on the latter one.
“You don’t have to remind me,” Trevor replied in a defensive tone. Then he sat up straight in the chair, his chains clanked loudly has he repositioned himself, and then he looked back up at Superman again.
“Now you listen to me,” Trevor said while pointing his figure in the air. “When he finds out that I’m missing he is not going to be happy. He’s going to start looking for me…and he will find me,” he said with an utmost sincerity.
“That’s impossible,” Superman scoffed. “He has no way of finding you here, believe me,” he said sternly.
“Huh,” Trevor scoffed at him. “That’s what you think. He has his ways, trust me, I know. He IS going to find me…and if you don’t let me go…he is going to come here.”
Superman looked away and pondered this for a moment, rubbing his chin with his left hand. He wasn’t sure whether to take it as a threat or a warning. In either case, he felt that Trevor was not lying to him. Whether his claim was actually true or not Superman had no way of knowing yet for sure but he could sense that Trevor honestly believed he was telling the truth. Trevor continued to stare at him intently.
“What does he want with you?” Superman asked, looking back at Trevor again.
“I told you…it’s hard to explain,” Trevor replied meekly, shifting his gaze to the floor again.
“This Rellek…he’s a killer. A cold-blooded KILLER. And an extremely powerful one at that. You know it as well as I do,” Superman said in an accusing voice, pointing his finger at Trevor’s face as he did so. “And he’s not human.”
“Huh,” Trevor scoffed again. “Neither are you.”
“That’s not the issue here and you well know it,” Superman retorted angrily.
“Well, you’re the one who brought it up,” Trevor sneered back.
“How long have you known Rellek?” asked Superman.
Trevor did not reply, instead he chose to stare at the floor
“Where did he come from? What exactly IS he? Why does he kill people? How does he chose his victims?”
“Most of those questions I don’t even have a real answer for. In any case, I don’t have to tell you shit,” Trevor said defiantly.
Superman narrowed his eyes. “Why does he treat you differently than everyone else?” he asked, after bending down so as to be right up in Trevor’s face. “Tell me that!”
“I don’t know,” Trevor said, pronouncing each word slowly and deliberately, as if he was speaking to a child. “Maybe I’m different than everyone else.”
Superman began pacing the room again. He was getting annoyed. He stopped and looked back down at Trevor again with an incredulous expression on his face. Yes…there was something different about him, but he couldn’t place his finger on it.
“It would do you well to assist me in this matter as much as you can,” Superman told him.
“Oh really,” Trevor said flatly. “And what happens if I don’t?”
Superman glared at him in a menacing way.
“You don’t kill people…” Trevor said to him with a slight waver in his voice.
“That’s right,” Superman barked at him, “but you will stay in that chair until you’ve proven yourself to be of some use…not just to me but to society!”
“You’re just like everyone else,” Trevor said incredulously. “I thought you were supposed to be different, but you’re not. Well, I’ll have you know I’ve been treated worse in my days. You’re threats mean nothing to me.”
Then suddenly and without warning, Superman lunged at Trevor and grabbed him by the throat with his right hand. Trevor gasped in surprise and pain as he felt the larger being’s grip tighten down on his neck to the point where he could scarcely breath. Trevor instinctively grabbed the forearm connected to the hand that was choking him in each of his own hands and tried in vain to push it back but it was no use, he was completely powerless against this physically superior being that could easily snap his neck if the thought so much as crossed its mind.
“You are going to help me whether you want to or not,” Superman said to him coldly. There was definitely something about this little man he didn’t like and for the first time ever in his life…he found it somewhat pleasurable to be causing someone pain.
Superman gasped at what he was doing…and feeling…and released his grip on Trevor’s neck as he yanked his hand back away from him, in much the same way that a normal person might pull their hand away from something that had burned it. He looked down at his hand and then back at Trevor again, who was now gingerly rubbing his sore neck and still gasping and coughing from having just been choked.
“There’s something wrong with you,” Superman spat at Trevor in a disgusted tone.
“I don’t know why you brought me here,” Trevor wheezed at him. “You expect me to answer all these stupid questions. You want to know so much. Maybe you should go ask him yourself!”
Superman gritted his teeth. “I have a better idea,” he said calmly.
Then he turned away and quickly left the room, slamming the door closed behind him.
Trevor slumped back down into the chair and waited for whatever might happen next. He knew that things were only going to get worse.
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