"My turn to warn you. This interrogation is also useless."

"Wh- What do you mean by- ah! Ah! AAAAAAAARGH!"

The pain was excrutiating! The worst he'd ever felt in his life. He turned instinctively to the others to ask them for help, only to see they were all in the same position he was! Their left hands were swollen. Blisters were breaking out across the left side of their faces! The room was filling with the most dreadful shrieks that could awaken the longest dead, but as they collapsed to the floor they knew that nothing, no amount of screaming could ever fully express the sudden pain they were all enduring.

How was he doing this? How could this be happening?! Some of the terrorists stared at the boy doubtlessly responsible, staring over them and seeming like… Like some great and terrible giant sneering down at them with open contempt. They tried to stand. Could not muster the strength.

[...]

The terrorist closest to the Prince suddenly began to tremble. Not from the pain, though it was still beyond his wildest nightmares. Anger filled him up, and he somehow managed to grip his knife, lunging forward to at least stab the Prince in the ankle while half yelling, half screaming "Y-You son of a biiii-"

But the effort was stopped before it even got anywhere. Lelouch was never particularly strong, but his reflexes were sharp enough that he was able to catch the man's wrist and make him drop the knife. His fingers were too swollen to grip it as effectively as it would, and the pain became rapidly too much for him to bear.

Except… There was a part of him that accepted an alternative explanation when he saw Lelouch pocket the knife and aim the gun at them. He didn't want to kill Lelouch. What he wanted now, more than anything else, was for the exact opposite. He'd acted that way in a desperate attempt to stop the pain by trying to make Lelouch shoot him in self defense.

"Now it's my turn to ask a few questions," the Prince darkly said. "And I do expect some answers. The sooner you answer, the sooner I put you out of your misery. Let's begin with my first one, since none of you decided to answer it at the time."

He stepped over them and slowly pushed the door closed, staring down at them with a twisted madness in those eyes. Not the kind they expected of him, from a mind broken and shattered into pieces. This was from a mind that was sharp, coherent and focused. In other words… Too sane to be sane.

"And just to remind you," Lelouch said as the door inched closed. "That question was...

"Are you afraid of the dark?"

-Lulu's Bizarre Rebellion Chapter 29