Jeanne had suddenly just vanished into thin air.
Something told me we had all just been looking at a ghost, except Jeanne didn't look like your average ghost, she looked real.
"I remember her now, sir." Thomas shouted from the machine, even though he still looked flabberghasted.
"You killed her." I said quietly, not turning to face Mack.
"She was a nobody. She wasn't special." He waved his hand carelessly, trying to show he wasn't scared of what he had just seen.
"Everyone is special." I replied, standing to face him. He turned around and started walking back to the machine in the far corner.
"Now, would you mind?" He pointed to the table.
"Yes. Yes, I would mind, actually. You killed her and I am not going to let you kill anyone else." My voice rose in loudness.
"Ooh. I'm so scared." Mack mocked me, though underneath he really was terrified. He was terrified of what I could do, and what the ghost was doing, why was she there? How?
"Don't mock me." I said sternly. "I'm never getting onto the table again." I made a break for the huge fancy doors on the opposite side of the room.
The people around the table had stood up as soon as I had said I wasn't getting onto the "Torture Table" again. So, they held me still as I tried to unlock the doors with my bear hands.
They pulled and pushed me with great force while I was kicking and screaming. Their stone cold faces had no expression.
"Lee. Don't resist. I shall only kill you quicker." Mack chuckled, but it wasn't his chuckle this time. It was evil. An evil chuckle from an evil man.
"I don't care! I just want to do some damage so you can't do this to anyone else. If I get killed in the process, then so be it." I sounded surprizingly calm for the situation I was in.
Then suddenly another person was in the corner Jeanne had been sitting in. He stood cooly against the marble wall, with his arms folded.
"Michael?" I stopped struggling.