Guardians fight for freedom chapter one part 2

Ten years had passed, Barerin was in his teens, and a man dressed in a brown cotton long coat and black trousers walked into Balder’s study. Balder approached the man and shook the man’s hand “greetings doctor, did you… assess him” the doctor sat on the chair in front of Balder and spoke quietly “yes milord I have, but it’s not good news I am afraid”
“What… how serious is it, what is wrong with my son” 
“It’s incredibly serious milord, he is not quite right in the head”
“What are you saying?”
 “Milord, I…believe your son may have schizophrenia and narcissistic personality disorder, he seems to act out and reacts badly with people”
“This isn’t possible my son, isn’t a monster”
“No he isn’t, not yet, has your son ever gone through a traumatic event that may have triggered this”
“His mother died…but that can’t be it because she died giving birth to him and I don’t…wait I remember a time when he was very young about nine or ten. I sent him to clean the stables, he came home and he has acted strangely ever since. About a week after that, we found mutilated remains of an old friend mine”
“Do you think he saw the corpse?”
“I… don’t know, maybe, but I didn’t think it had anything to do with him”
“Hmm… your son may also in time become a psychopath”
“No, isn’t there anything we can do to prevent that”
“Well… there is something, but-    
“But what”
“But... It is highly experimental“
“What is it?”
“It’s a combination of electric shock therapy, Sleep deprivation and water torture”
“Oh my god, that’s a bit extreme”
“Sometimes extreme measures have to be taken, to prevent others from hurting or even killing people. Is that what you want…your son killing and torturing innocent people?”
“No, I don’t want that”
“Good, I will set everything up; it will take some time to get everything ready”
“Fine” the doctor walked out the room and strolled out of the palace, were Barerin sat quietly on a bench, the doctor looked over to him and Barerin shot a cold calculated glance at him as if to say, I am coming for you, the doctor studied him as he left and thought that Barerin’s glance even froze his soul.
Over the two weeks, the doctor visited Barerin daily to see how he acted around others, Barerin acted as the doctor predicted, the doctor returned to Balder and explained, “I am truly sorry milord, it is as I suspected. Barerin is very troubled young man”. Balder paced up and down his study he sighed and finally spoke with an uneasy tone “ok, ok do what you must to help my son”
“Of course milord, send him to me” the doctor left the room and passed Barerin on the way; they exchanged looks and continued out of the palace. Barerin entered his father’s study and spoke with an emotionless tone “Father, why is the doctor still here, is there something wrong”. Balder turned and faced his son “Nothing’s wrong son, but I want you to go with the doctor for a while”
“Why father, did I… do something wrong”
“No, you didn’t”
“But why must I go then”
“Because, you need help”
“Why, do I need help?”
“Please Barerin; I need you to trust me”
“Of course father”. Barerin paced out of the study, Balder thought for a moment and muttered under his breath “That’s not my son, not anymore”.
Barerin entered the doctor’s laboratory, the doctor called over to him and Barerin gasped at the sight of a large metal chair attached to lots of wires. Barerin looked questionably at the doctor; the doctor spoke with a wicked tone “This is for you”
“I don’t understand”
“You will, in time, now lad get in the chair”
“No, my father won’t abide by this”
“He already knows, who you think asked me to do it”
“No you’re lying”
“Oh child, I’m not, there is something broken in you, and you need to be fixed”
“No please, I don’t want this”. The doctor grabbed him. Barerin tried to squirm out of the doctors grasp, but he was too tight, the doctor strapped Barerin into the chair and turned on the machine. Barerin screamed in pain as the volts of electricity surged through his body, it felt like every bone, organ and muscle was on fire, tears ran down Barerin’s face and into his mouth, it tasted bitter and salty. Barerin continued to scream and scream, the doctor chuckled at Barerin’s pain, when it was finally over Barerin was weak and fainted. When he woke, he thought he was dead and that it was all a terrible dream, then the doctor approached and leaned over, but then he noticed he was chained to a different machine. Barerin struggled against the thick iron shackles around his hands and legs, he also noticed he was laying down and a large tube was above him, the doctor whispered directly into Barerin’s ear “You see that, that is full of water, but only one drop will fall at a time, I call it water torture”. Barerin whimpered at the thought of more agony. The doctor slowly turned the wheel that released the water, the doctor walked back up the laboratory stairs and bellowed back to Barerin “I will be back later; I have dinner with your father to speak about your treatment, see you soon”. The doctor flicked the light switch off and the room fell dark, all was silent, only Barerin’s snivelling could be heard as the water slowly dripped onto Barerin’s forehead, drip, drip, drip, Barerin continued to struggle, but it was useless. Hours passed and Barerin was beginning to lose hope, the doctor returned and placed two matchsticks between Barerin’s eyelids to prevent them from closing, Barerin roared, “I’ll kill you” the doctor strolled back upstairs laughing. Barerin was so tired, he wanted the doctor to kill him, just to end it all now and he could not take much more of the torment.
Weeks turned into months, months turned into years, Barerin had endured three years of endless torture, day in, day out. One day the doctor forgot to tie the chains around one of his hands as tight as the others, Barerin had waited so long for the doctor to slip up. When the doctor left to inform Balder of the improvement of Barerin’s state of mind Barerin squeezed his hand free of the shackle, and then worked on the other hand, but it was too tight. Barerin noticed a hammer on the side of the table, Barerin tried to reach for it, but it was too far away, Barerin crawled over as far as he could and lifted his right leg to knock it down. The first time he could not reach it but he thought I can’t give up now, and then tried again, he dragged his foot across the hammer, the hammer fell thunderously to the ground. He then picked it up and began smashing the shackles, thinking they were the doctor’s head, it took some time to break free and when he did, he was overcome with joy. When he tried to stand, he wobbled and fell but he got back up and edged himself across to the stairs, he kept the hammer in his back pocket to defend himself. He dragged his numbed body up the stairs and outside the door, he knew the doctor would be back shortly to check on his ‘pet’.
Barerin continued to drag his body behind a small cabin not far from the doctor’s lab, he tried to regain feeling in his legs, but it was taking too long. He heard a person approach, he was praying it wasn’t the doctor, but a woman with long curly blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes appeared, she was holding a tree branch. She looked stunned by the man lying in front of her. Barerin spoke weakly “I am sorry, I need some help”, the woman stood still, Barerin spoke pleadingly “Please, I have been held captive by a mad doctor who has tortured me for the last three years, my name is Barerin, and I am the prince”. She gasped and whispered, “You’re the king’s son, and my name is Isabelle” 
“Nice to meet you Isabelle”
“Likewise, now let’s get you inside” Isabelle rushed over to Barerin and helped him into the cabin, she put the large clay stove on and checked his wounds, she mumbled at the sight of the bruises and cuts, she chopped  some vegetables and threw them into the bubbling pot, then returned to bandaging him.
Barerin began telling her what had happened to him over the last three years with the doctor, an expression of disgust shot across her face she replied “Why would your father do that to you”
“I don’t think my father knew what exactly was going to happen, but when I find that monster I am going to end him”
“Ok, your bandaged up, now be careful”, Barerin stood up and thanked her “Hopefully we will meet again…Isabelle”
“You too” Barerin run though the village as fast as he could holding the hammer in his hand, Barerin marched into his father’s study , both the doctor and Balder had shock written across their faces. Barerin marched up to the doctor who was wrenching. Barerin bawled “You evil fiend, I will kill you for what you did to me” the doctor stammered, “I-ii w-was trying to h-help you”
“Help me, you tortured me, you broke me, i wished i was dead because of you” Balder spoke in a serious tone “Barerin put down the hammer, son”
“Don’t call me son, you knew”
“I didn’t know what he was going to do. I just thought he could help you and make you well again” Barerin took a step forward towards the doctor; he began smashing the doctor Balder shouted “No son stop this”. Nevertheless, it was too late. The doctor’s now mangled body lay silently on the floor, the blood oozing from him as if he was a fountain. Barerin looked down at his bloodied hands that shook viciously. Balder bent down beside his son and muttered “nobody has to know about this, ok son, I will get the most trusted servants to clean this mess up” Barerin looked at his father. Balder helped him up and called the servants. Balder guided Barerin to the bathroom and run the tap, the water felt cool against the burning sensation of his hands, Barerin watched as the blood was washed away.
It took a while for Barerin to get back to his normal life but something else about him changed, he no longer showed servants and village folk respect, he would just spoke to them in an atrocious manner and ignored them. Balder was still worried about him, he never knew his son was capable of murder, Barerin kept in touch with Isabelle and years later got married. Four years after the incident in the palace, the king passed away, who was wrecked with grief and guilt over what happen, and he died knowing his son was a monster and a murderer. Barerin became emperor at first people liked the idea, because he was the son of a great man, but Barerin was nothing like his fathers, this is only the beginning of the end, the new emperor Barerin rules with an iron fist and a steel sword; a new era of fear has begun. The realm now looks to the rebels to end Barerin’s tyranny and put an end to the wars he has created. This is their story.