Virgil's age: 14
Lyle's age: 16
Amount of killings committed by Virgil: 79
Amount of killings committed by Lyle: 109
Location: Base/ headquarters

Virgil screamed in pain. Electrical currents shot through his body, another bucket of water got chucked on him. Then it was the shock, each time on a higher voltage. Lyle had nearly reached the maximum amount tears forming in his eyes. He hated to see Virgil in such pain but it had to be done. The number of deaths should be one more. Virgil let a young boy escape which was against his orders. "No wittinesses!" The boss, Blake, yelled. He had strapped Virgil up to the wall and set Lyle to shock his friend. Lyle didn't know when it was going to stop, neither did Virgil. Virgil was barely conscious. His vision was blurry and he could only hear the shocks ripple through his body. Another shock came followed by a bucket of water. Lyle has reached the maximum amount of voltage and got up to get his friend. He was pulled back by Blake. "You go, you did your job. I'm not done with Virgil yet." Lyle nodded and walked out of the room. Virgil always had the worse punishment. Blake unstrapped Virgil and let him fall to the floor. Virgil's vision was blurry from his own tears mixed with the water. "Stand up." Blake commanded. Virgil hesitated before standing up shaking. He leant against the wall and accepted what Blake decided to do with him next. He closed his eyes as his knees gave out underneath him. He felt pain go through his body. Feeling blood running down his leg he was dragged out of the room and chucked against the wall. Virgil sat up and hugged his knees. Everything was numb, he could feel someone sitting by him. "Virgil?" It was Lyle. Virgil leaned into him and sighed. Lyle wrapped his arm around him and hugged him. "Everything's numb..." Virgil said without any emotion. "It's ok, it'll be ok." Lyle said reassuringly.
                                  •••
A couple of days later

Virgil woke up and got out of his bed. He went to his wardrobe and got out a black shirt, a leather jacket and black ripped jeans. A duffle bag sat in his wardrobe filled with guns, knives and other various weapons. He wasn't sure if he had a mission that day so he left the bag in his wardrobe and closed the doors. He was still in pain from the start of the week but he had learned to ignore it and continue with the day. He applied his eyeshadow and walked down the hall. A fight had started between and older guy, around 20 and the boy who he met last year. They had talked a couple of times and he found out his name was Remus and he had a twin, Roman. The older guy, who was named Damian, pushed Remus pushing him off balance. Virgil was impressed how quickly Remus got up and swung his foot hitting Damian in the jaw. Virgil saw Damian get angrier and he pushed through the crowd and grabbed Remus and pulled him away into a spare room. "Thank you...I think." Remus said rubbing his wrist. "No problem, I was scared he was going to beat the shit out of you, and possible kill you." Remus nodded. "Can I give you some advise?" Virgil asked and Remus nodded again. "Don't get in a fight unless you know you're going to win."
"And that's how you survived in this hell?"
"Yeah..."
"Do you think it's safe to go?" Remus asked walking to the door. "I'm scared for Roman. He doesn't do fights well."
"Probably, if you don't find Roman in five minutes go back to your room. I'll find him." Remus nodded and left the room leaving Virgil alone.