Trio waited for what felt like eternity and a day. Before the men finnally left the room. Slowly and carefully removing the grate he dropped down and landed quietly on the floor. Walking over to the computer he accesssed the Dos Matrix, and smiled. Then quickly removed all traces of his pressence form the room and building. Of course there was still the issue of the reason he was here. Trio very calmly began to reroute all the information in condenced from to a small chip that could both hold it and beremoved form the computer. Further smashing down the information and then layering it with over thirteen layers of encryption, each one harder then the next he smiled as he carefully removed said chip and placed it into an airtight case. Sometimes being an inventive theif had it's perks. Then looked a the system before him. Now for the fun part. Some times there were perks to being able to read the bio's for the computer. Trio's fingers moved quickly as he reprogramed the antivirus in the system to feed the virus and still make it look like it was quarteened. He then infected it with his own virus. One he had built...and even he had to admit with out a virus block would be a royal pain in the but to even begin to crack. Smirking he clamped his hand tightly around the small cube holding the chip when something hard connected to the back of his head. Seeing stars he blacked out.

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The room was spinning fun when he awoke, his hand still firmly clamped around the object yet his wrists were tied behind his back his ankles were tied together and he seemed to be hanging form the ceiling. Oh joy. Looking at the man before him, and ignoring the splitting headache he rose an eyebrow...and realized he was naked to boot.

"System report." Came the man's voice as he spoke into the comm link.

"Man.....wish I had walked in sooner sir...this virus is unlike anything I've seen....not even the anti Virus stopps it, and we've run it three times." The soldier responded with. "That kid's good."

Turning the general looked at him. "OH so our jr. terriost is a wake hmm?" Trio snorted and said nothing.

"Prehaps we ought to teach you what it means to tangle with Oz?" He asked angered, this time it provoked an answer out of Trio.

"Wounded pride that a 'Kid' out did you huh?" That was the wrong thing to say as a Cat O Nine tails came crashing down on his back. Oh, so big and ugly had someone else in the room.

The whip came down over and over again, tracing red hot lines of pain over his back, yet Trio would not scream, he would not give this man the pleasure of knowning that this hurt, that this bothered him. When the whipping stopped he didn't know. Only that intense pain mingled with slight numbness was there. Blinking hazy Violet eyes he looked at the man before him...what did his name tag read? OH.....Captain Stanza. WEll Trio would have to remeber to thank this good man later.

"Care to tell me what you did to our system now boy?" Stanza asked angered. Trio spat in his face. Stanza nodded and he felt a red hot line and searing pain rip it's way across his back. Gritting his teeth it repeated over and over again across his back, his arms and his legs, Trio began to sink into the comfortable dispear where death would be welcomed. When he blinked fighting to stay awake only because some distant part of his mind aruged that falling asleep would surely mean death right now, he was greeted by the sight of a bloody knife with a wicked sawed edge.

"Pretty huh? What else are we going to have to do to you?" Stanza asked narrowing his eyes, yet Trio never once let go of the object in his hand. Trio looked at him and said nothing for a moment. "Shi'ne..." He said rather talking to himself or them even he wasn't sure.

"Looks like there still some fight left...lets keep it that way." Stanza said walking behind him, then Trio heard a rather wet hissing sound as something liquid and hot ran down his back and arms searing and closing off his wounds. He clamped down on a scream.

"Well you know what do to do to make this end boy." Stanza said darkly. Trio looked away and at the wall why wouldn't he just die already? It hurt soo much.

"Fine, looks like more force will have to be used." Stanza said sharply. "Show this pretty boy what it means to mess with Oz."

This time Trio Did Scream as his body felt like it had been torn neatly in two from behind. This lasted for sometime and when the man got tired they got rather creative. Vision swimming he blacked out. That searing pain was the last thing he remembered before waking up.

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Not sure how much time had passed he awoke and looked around his eyes bleary as he did, they hadn't cleaned his wounds but they had dressed him. His wrists were shackled infront of him and there was barely any light, not that that mattered. Bringing his hands slowly up he looked at the whip marks on the backs of his hands. Of course...Stanza and his goon. Trio wanted to die....no...it was something more inside of him. A dullness that wanted something. Picking the locks to the shackles with a lock pick and his teeth he looked at his arms. Which he could just see his wrists. Bloody welts were there as well.

"I want them to..." He mused softly his voice hoarse and only then did he realize that he had screamed hard enough to hurt his thoart. He felt it then the reason for that, the pain to walk. "I am.....Shinigami." he said softly. "And I will send them to hell." He smiled darkly at that. He would send all of Oz with them. None diserved to live. Not a single one. HE would die to of course but not until they were all dead. Not till he watched the crinsom flow. Looking around he was sure this would hurt.

Trio moved silently until he had undid the ventulation system grate in the cell, it was high up and he was finger tipping most of it. Blood had started to flow back down his arms again. Gritting his teeth he ignored it and continued to do what he had been doing, getting it loose he climbed in and left it closed, pulling it snugg. He was small enough to fit though it. Blood stained his fingers in a fresh flow and his breathing was slower then usual.

The treck back out was slow and very tedious. He wanted to lay down, almost did a few times but didn't want to let Oz get ahold of him again. Looking out dropped down and slowly painfully made his way back out. Having to stop several times, either one to catch his breath, or two, because gaurds had come by.

Trio waited it was one of the most painful and dangerous things he had to do. S was surely going to kill him when he got back, finish what Oz had started no doubt. It was night fall...of the second day. Wonderful. He had spent a whole day and a half at there mercy. HE would make them pay. Walking slowly it took him an hour to make it back to the base, careful to cover his tracks and making sure he wasn't bleeding to much to let them know were he was going he walked in. The wax had a lot to do with helping making sure that he didn't bleed all over. Making his way into the complex he moved past eveyone and everything. Up to Dr. S's door and went right in, looking at him Trio finnally released his death grip on the case and dropped it on Dr. S's desk, felt his vision swim and collasped uncouncious to the floor. Blood, cum and dried wax covering his body beneath his clothes, his skin a horrid display of yellow, purple, black and green. The last thing he knew was blissful oblivion.