"So, is our favorite little 'hero' gonna always be in this dream state? Believing he has a perfectly normal life."
The voice interrupted Dr. Walker, who was hard at work putting together research on recent developments.
"Turner. What?"
Walker had no emotion to his voice. Cold and stern.
"Why did you give him the 'perfect' life, why not let him think he is in hell for all eternity? He's religious, the perfect payback. Poetic even."
"If he knew where he was, if he thought he was in hell, then he would try to escape. I don't need any more hassles, I have had enough to deal with as of late."
Turner laughed. A smile followed.
"What? Still mad because of that scar I gave you? Heh. If you ask me, if fixed your face up a bit."
Turner mimicked Walker with a sad face, and swiped his finger across his face, where Walker's scar would be. Walker was silent for a moment. He pressed a small button on his belt that sent surges throughout Turner's body, bringing him to his knees. Blood dripped from the ex-agent's nose. Walker went to one knee, eye to eye with Turner.
"You know, it isn?t too late for me to place you within your own hell, or worse."
Turner smiled, the blood still dripping down.
"You wouldn't. I am way to fucking powerful for you to let go."
Walker pressed the button again. Turner kept looking forward, blocking out the pain.
'And right when I get this collar off, your head is mine.'
"Right when your collar comes off, we will not need you any more."
The two men. Both leaders in there own right, just continued to stare each other down.
