Part 206: Tony and Belmont and . . . .
Tony stepped into a large room, he could tell by the way the sounds of various things bounced from wall to wall. The footsteps, the breathing of the soldier escorting him, there was a clock on a nearby wall, and the heavy breathing of the man he knew simply as Texas. “That will be all.” Belmont ordered.
Tony heard the man leave him and shut the door behind him. “There is a chair three steps in front of you, doctor,” the second in command whispered.
Tony walked forward, holding out his hand. Sure enough, in three steps, he found a chair. He slowly sat down in it, crossing his legs and leaning back. “Now, Tony, let me ask you something,” Belmont smiled, “will I need to tie you up?”
“No.” Tony said coldly.
“Glad to hear it,” Belmont stood up, “Regardless, Texas, keep an eye on him.”
The large albino made a grunting sound; closer to that of some kind of animal. The blind doctor twitched his face and then pointed in the direction of the sound. “What is he?” he asked.
“Oh, Texas?” the blonde man smiled, “He is . . .special. He was once one of the best soldiers until he began to mutate. He grew bigger, his eyes grew redder and his hair became white as snow. Spooky as hell, if you asked me cause I watched it happen over the span of a few weeks.”
“What caused his mutation?” the blind man asked.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” Belmont sat on his desk, “Once we arrived on the Island, it just happened. The Island is capable of many things.”
“So I am learning.”
“Tell, Tony, do you consider yourself a man of science or a man of faith?”
“I consider myself both actually.” Tony quickly replied.
“Good to hear. Now, Pristine says you don’t know anything. I find that hard to believe.”
“Really? Why is that?”
“Cause you are a former military officer,” Belmont smiled, “You have been interrogated before. You know what it means to hold out something.”
“If I had something to hold out for.” Tony retorted.
“Indeed,” Belmont stood up and walked around, “May I offer you something to drink?”
“No, thank you,” the doctor grunted.
“Oh, come now, I know you are thirsty. And not just for water. You haven’t been able to get the taste out of your mouth, have you?”
“What taste?”
“The taste of an ice cold Coke.” Belmont smiled.
Tony paused. It was true he wanted a Coke very badly, it was one of things he had been thinking about since they landed. What disturbed him the most was that John and Marita were the only two people he recalled telling that too. “Locke tell you that?” he took a guess.
“No, he didn’t,” he chuckled.
Then someone else entered into the room. Tony heard them place down something on Belmont’s desk. The second in command thanked the person and then picked up an ice pick. “We have an ice maker too,” he mused, “It only creates large blocks of ice unfortunately, which forces us to chop it down. But in the end, the wait is worth it.”
Tony felt his tongue go dry hearing the man pop open a can of some kind of soda and pour it into the crash. The pouring sound was accompanied by the familiar fizzing sound. It was practically music to his ears. Then he heard the footsteps of his captor walking toward him and then putting the glass in his hands. Tony held onto the glass; he wanted to drink it severely but he wasn’t sure if the man had poisoned him. “No, it’s not poisoned,” Belmont chuckling, making a drinking sound.
For a brief second, Tony was worried Belmont could read his mind. But if he truly could, then why bother interrogate him? The blind doctor then smelled of the coke. He was familiar with of cyanide, as it smelled like roasted almonds. The beverage truly smelled like coke. He then brought it to his lips and took a sip. Then he brought it back up and chugged the rest. “Ah, that is more like it,” Belmont smiled.
“Thank you for the coke,” the blind doctor said, burping, “Now, I take it I must reply in kind by answering your questions that I have no idea about.”
“Not yet, Tony,” the second in command sat down, “I have a few more questions before that begins.”
“Like what?”
“Like how did you lose your eyes?” Belmont sipped on the soda.
“In the crash, moron, how did you think?” Tony grunted.
“Must have been one hell of a landing.”
“It happened before I landed.”
“Oh?” Belmont raised an eyebrow.
“I was staring out the window. I thought I heard something, almost like another jet. Then hit turbulence. I remember . . .the oxygen masks coming down. I grabbed mine and placed it on me. Then I looked out the window again and the glass exploded in my face. The next thing I remember was blacking out and then waking up, in the middle of the ocean.”
“You swam to shore . . .with a face full of glass?”
“I was trained . . .not to panic.” Tony said coldly.
“Well done, well done, indeed.” Belmont finished his drink, “So, now did Pristine tell you that Mole brought down the plane?”
“Yes, she did. I can only assume the jet I thought I heard was that . ..thing.”
“Makes you wonder doesn’t it; was Mole.. . .trying to get to you?”
“If he was, then why?”
“Very good question,” Belmont stood up, “Mole brings down the plane to get to you . .or Locke perhaps. Mecha tries to drag Locke into one of the many holes leading underground and Monoxide floats above you, curious about your safety. The security systems seemed to have taken a liking to you too. Why do you think that is?”
“Must be our charming personalites.” Tony smirked.
“You . . .still don’t believe me about them, do you?” Belmont noticed.
“I believe you. I just can’t fathom any reason why they would be interested in me. I am doctor and I am blind. I am nothing special.”
“Don’t sell yourself short. You have a leader’s quality around you. Plus, it is very clear the others care about you.”
Tony said nothing. He was familiar with that technique. The captor tells the prisoner that the “others”, whoever they may be, are concerned about them and then the prisoner starts mentioning names. The captor then takes those people and starts torturing them instead, to make the original prisoner talk. The blind doctor was not going to give Belmont the satisfaction. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Not budging yet, are we?” the blonde man sighed, “Well, then I suppose I should probably sweeten the deal.”
“More coke?” Tony held up the glass.
“How about . . .I give you your eyes back?”
Tony gagged. He paused for a second; wondering exactly what he just said. “It is within my power, Tony,” he whispered.
“How?” the blind doctor immediately asked.
“Does that really matter, man of science?” the man smirked.
Tony tilted his head down, then he slowly tilted it back up. “No.” he muttered.
“No?” Belmont was surprised.
“Yes, my answer is NO.” the blind doctor grunted.
“You are one of a kind, my dear sir. I have the ability to give your eyes back and yet you still refuse.”
“I am not a smart man, Belmont, “Tony hissed, “But I know better than to make a deal with the Devil.”
“Ah, there it is, “the second in command snapped his fingers, “It’s the price that bothers you. Yes, indeed, it would probably be too high. But how about a demonstration?”
“Demonstration of what?”
“You can come in now!” Belmont called to the back.
Tony heard a door open. Then there was a set of small footsteps coming into the room. The blind doctor couldn’t make them out; a woman’s footsteps or a teenagers? “I have someone here, doctor, who is dying to see you again,” Belmont snickered, “Pardon the pun.”
“Hello, doctor,” the young man giggled sinisterly , “You like my English?”
Tony’s heart nearly skipped a beat. He wasn’t familiar with the voice, but he was very familiar with the laugh. It was the one that taunted him as he went to rescue his friend from being buried alive. “Cedric?” Tony gasped.
“You gave me great pain,” the boy hissed, “Taking my eyes. I walk through jungle long time until Commander Belmont find me and help me. You and you friends took my tribe.”
“Only after you took my friend, you piece of sh-“
Tony was interrupted by Cedric tackling him. The two men collapsed on the floor and the young French boy began to punch the doctor hard against his face. Then he began to jab his thumb into Tony’s remaining eye. The doctor then screamed and grabbed Cedric’s throat, squeezing it as hard he could. “TEXAS!” Belmont screamed.
The giant albino walked over and picked up Cedric by the back of his shirt, like a cat would pick up a kitten. Then boy screamed and struggled, continuing to want a piece of the man who took away his eyes. Texas then walked forward and escorted Cedric out of the building. Belmont slowly got up and walked over to the fallen doctor. Tony leaned up against the wall, catching his breath. He quickly removed his bandana and felt of his remaining eye. No blood and the pain was subsiding. “I apologize for that, Tony,” the blonde leader sighed, “It would seem young Cedric has some issues to deal with.”
“If he took my last eye, I would have killed him,” he coughed.
“Of that, I have no doubt. A doctor is useless without his eyes, isn’t he?”
Tony caught his breath and turned to Belmont, face contorted in rage. “I am not useless,” he grunted.
“So far, to me, you are,” Belmont stood up, “I am going to walk across the compound and check on your friend Locke. There is some more Coke on my desk, feel free to help yourself to the rest.”
“Locke doesn’t know any more than I do.” The blind doctor slowly stood up.
“You continue to say that but I am sure there is more too it,” Belmont smiled, “Ciao, doctor.”
The door then closed and Tony heard him lock it behind him. Tony then felt of his way toward the desk and eventually to Belmont’s chair. The blind man sat down and felt for the coke. He then found what he was really looking for; the ice. He gently picked it up and placed it against his eye. The pain was mild but he hoped it would stop any swelling that Cedric may have caused. Tony found another can and opened it. As he sipped on it, he began to think about what had happened. The thought that it was given to him disturbed him even more. Cedric had eyes and was now able to speak very poor English.
How did Belmont do that?
Tony heard the man leave him and shut the door behind him. “There is a chair three steps in front of you, doctor,” the second in command whispered.
Tony walked forward, holding out his hand. Sure enough, in three steps, he found a chair. He slowly sat down in it, crossing his legs and leaning back. “Now, Tony, let me ask you something,” Belmont smiled, “will I need to tie you up?”
“No.” Tony said coldly.
“Glad to hear it,” Belmont stood up, “Regardless, Texas, keep an eye on him.”
The large albino made a grunting sound; closer to that of some kind of animal. The blind doctor twitched his face and then pointed in the direction of the sound. “What is he?” he asked.
“Oh, Texas?” the blonde man smiled, “He is . . .special. He was once one of the best soldiers until he began to mutate. He grew bigger, his eyes grew redder and his hair became white as snow. Spooky as hell, if you asked me cause I watched it happen over the span of a few weeks.”
“What caused his mutation?” the blind man asked.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” Belmont sat on his desk, “Once we arrived on the Island, it just happened. The Island is capable of many things.”
“So I am learning.”
“Tell, Tony, do you consider yourself a man of science or a man of faith?”
“I consider myself both actually.” Tony quickly replied.
“Good to hear. Now, Pristine says you don’t know anything. I find that hard to believe.”
“Really? Why is that?”
“Cause you are a former military officer,” Belmont smiled, “You have been interrogated before. You know what it means to hold out something.”
“If I had something to hold out for.” Tony retorted.
“Indeed,” Belmont stood up and walked around, “May I offer you something to drink?”
“No, thank you,” the doctor grunted.
“Oh, come now, I know you are thirsty. And not just for water. You haven’t been able to get the taste out of your mouth, have you?”
“What taste?”
“The taste of an ice cold Coke.” Belmont smiled.
Tony paused. It was true he wanted a Coke very badly, it was one of things he had been thinking about since they landed. What disturbed him the most was that John and Marita were the only two people he recalled telling that too. “Locke tell you that?” he took a guess.
“No, he didn’t,” he chuckled.
Then someone else entered into the room. Tony heard them place down something on Belmont’s desk. The second in command thanked the person and then picked up an ice pick. “We have an ice maker too,” he mused, “It only creates large blocks of ice unfortunately, which forces us to chop it down. But in the end, the wait is worth it.”
Tony felt his tongue go dry hearing the man pop open a can of some kind of soda and pour it into the crash. The pouring sound was accompanied by the familiar fizzing sound. It was practically music to his ears. Then he heard the footsteps of his captor walking toward him and then putting the glass in his hands. Tony held onto the glass; he wanted to drink it severely but he wasn’t sure if the man had poisoned him. “No, it’s not poisoned,” Belmont chuckling, making a drinking sound.
For a brief second, Tony was worried Belmont could read his mind. But if he truly could, then why bother interrogate him? The blind doctor then smelled of the coke. He was familiar with of cyanide, as it smelled like roasted almonds. The beverage truly smelled like coke. He then brought it to his lips and took a sip. Then he brought it back up and chugged the rest. “Ah, that is more like it,” Belmont smiled.
“Thank you for the coke,” the blind doctor said, burping, “Now, I take it I must reply in kind by answering your questions that I have no idea about.”
“Not yet, Tony,” the second in command sat down, “I have a few more questions before that begins.”
“Like what?”
“Like how did you lose your eyes?” Belmont sipped on the soda.
“In the crash, moron, how did you think?” Tony grunted.
“Must have been one hell of a landing.”
“It happened before I landed.”
“Oh?” Belmont raised an eyebrow.
“I was staring out the window. I thought I heard something, almost like another jet. Then hit turbulence. I remember . . .the oxygen masks coming down. I grabbed mine and placed it on me. Then I looked out the window again and the glass exploded in my face. The next thing I remember was blacking out and then waking up, in the middle of the ocean.”
“You swam to shore . . .with a face full of glass?”
“I was trained . . .not to panic.” Tony said coldly.
“Well done, well done, indeed.” Belmont finished his drink, “So, now did Pristine tell you that Mole brought down the plane?”
“Yes, she did. I can only assume the jet I thought I heard was that . ..thing.”
“Makes you wonder doesn’t it; was Mole.. . .trying to get to you?”
“If he was, then why?”
“Very good question,” Belmont stood up, “Mole brings down the plane to get to you . .or Locke perhaps. Mecha tries to drag Locke into one of the many holes leading underground and Monoxide floats above you, curious about your safety. The security systems seemed to have taken a liking to you too. Why do you think that is?”
“Must be our charming personalites.” Tony smirked.
“You . . .still don’t believe me about them, do you?” Belmont noticed.
“I believe you. I just can’t fathom any reason why they would be interested in me. I am doctor and I am blind. I am nothing special.”
“Don’t sell yourself short. You have a leader’s quality around you. Plus, it is very clear the others care about you.”
Tony said nothing. He was familiar with that technique. The captor tells the prisoner that the “others”, whoever they may be, are concerned about them and then the prisoner starts mentioning names. The captor then takes those people and starts torturing them instead, to make the original prisoner talk. The blind doctor was not going to give Belmont the satisfaction. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Not budging yet, are we?” the blonde man sighed, “Well, then I suppose I should probably sweeten the deal.”
“More coke?” Tony held up the glass.
“How about . . .I give you your eyes back?”
Tony gagged. He paused for a second; wondering exactly what he just said. “It is within my power, Tony,” he whispered.
“How?” the blind doctor immediately asked.
“Does that really matter, man of science?” the man smirked.
Tony tilted his head down, then he slowly tilted it back up. “No.” he muttered.
“No?” Belmont was surprised.
“Yes, my answer is NO.” the blind doctor grunted.
“You are one of a kind, my dear sir. I have the ability to give your eyes back and yet you still refuse.”
“I am not a smart man, Belmont, “Tony hissed, “But I know better than to make a deal with the Devil.”
“Ah, there it is, “the second in command snapped his fingers, “It’s the price that bothers you. Yes, indeed, it would probably be too high. But how about a demonstration?”
“Demonstration of what?”
“You can come in now!” Belmont called to the back.
Tony heard a door open. Then there was a set of small footsteps coming into the room. The blind doctor couldn’t make them out; a woman’s footsteps or a teenagers? “I have someone here, doctor, who is dying to see you again,” Belmont snickered, “Pardon the pun.”
“Hello, doctor,” the young man giggled sinisterly , “You like my English?”
Tony’s heart nearly skipped a beat. He wasn’t familiar with the voice, but he was very familiar with the laugh. It was the one that taunted him as he went to rescue his friend from being buried alive. “Cedric?” Tony gasped.
“You gave me great pain,” the boy hissed, “Taking my eyes. I walk through jungle long time until Commander Belmont find me and help me. You and you friends took my tribe.”
“Only after you took my friend, you piece of sh-“
Tony was interrupted by Cedric tackling him. The two men collapsed on the floor and the young French boy began to punch the doctor hard against his face. Then he began to jab his thumb into Tony’s remaining eye. The doctor then screamed and grabbed Cedric’s throat, squeezing it as hard he could. “TEXAS!” Belmont screamed.
The giant albino walked over and picked up Cedric by the back of his shirt, like a cat would pick up a kitten. Then boy screamed and struggled, continuing to want a piece of the man who took away his eyes. Texas then walked forward and escorted Cedric out of the building. Belmont slowly got up and walked over to the fallen doctor. Tony leaned up against the wall, catching his breath. He quickly removed his bandana and felt of his remaining eye. No blood and the pain was subsiding. “I apologize for that, Tony,” the blonde leader sighed, “It would seem young Cedric has some issues to deal with.”
“If he took my last eye, I would have killed him,” he coughed.
“Of that, I have no doubt. A doctor is useless without his eyes, isn’t he?”
Tony caught his breath and turned to Belmont, face contorted in rage. “I am not useless,” he grunted.
“So far, to me, you are,” Belmont stood up, “I am going to walk across the compound and check on your friend Locke. There is some more Coke on my desk, feel free to help yourself to the rest.”
“Locke doesn’t know any more than I do.” The blind doctor slowly stood up.
“You continue to say that but I am sure there is more too it,” Belmont smiled, “Ciao, doctor.”
The door then closed and Tony heard him lock it behind him. Tony then felt of his way toward the desk and eventually to Belmont’s chair. The blind man sat down and felt for the coke. He then found what he was really looking for; the ice. He gently picked it up and placed it against his eye. The pain was mild but he hoped it would stop any swelling that Cedric may have caused. Tony found another can and opened it. As he sipped on it, he began to think about what had happened. The thought that it was given to him disturbed him even more. Cedric had eyes and was now able to speak very poor English.
How did Belmont do that?
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