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A Bitter Taste
Topic Started: Nov 12 2016, 03:08 PM (49 Views)
DarkSavior77
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I think a lot about what's happened to me and how I got here. I wonder what time it is, what month. I wonder about Lynn a lot. It makes me cry, and it hurts bad. It causes things to bleed.

I haven't been able to see since the third day there.

They took my eyes.

Because of that, I have lost all perception of time. I lay on this bed, all the time. I don't eat. I don't drink. They supply me with everything I need through a line into my veins. I don't need the bathroom. They have a line to handle that as well.
This slab is all I've known now for a while.

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6..
200?
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5398?
Did I stop counting?

All I can do is count. My lungs take in the same sterile air every day. I've given up fighting.
The first day, I fought hard. Was as violent as I could be. But it never phased them. They just drugged me up, and held me down. I hurt my legs and wrists from fighting the cuffs. They've healed now. But the silence sometimes drives me mad. I don't fear needles anymore. I can't see them. I barely feel them at all anymore as they come and drain more blood.
They take a lot of blood. I'm always dizzy from it.
I beg them each time to kill me.
They never do.

I wonder about Lynn. What he's doing now. I never showed up that night for dinner...
My eyes bleed and add more red to the bandages across my empty sockets.

I hope I die soon...
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Pain is the only other constant thing I know aside from the table I am on. The stitches across my body burn, itch, and throb. Just small incisions here and there. A window into the working body of a demon. Where did the fire come from? Where is the poison glands.
I feel like a toy, a teaching tool for a group of children learning anatomy through dissection.
And it never seems to end.
Sometimes they don't put me to sleep. Sometimes, they don't even numb me.
My wrists, neck and ankles got bruised and have raw spots from my jerking against them in pain.
I cry daily, enough to soak the back of my neck and wet my hair as they roll down my cheeks from under my blindfold. They aren't as tinged with blood as they used to be. My eye sockets must have healed a little...

The darkness hurts more than it should.


1...
2...
3...

9,237....

Did I already count to 10,000? Maybe I've counted to 20,000. Or 30,000. Maybe even 100,000.
My neck, wrists and ankles feel better. They've healed up a bit. But I can tell they are preparing for more cutting. They've been coming in, and checking me. They've pulled out my right arm and locked it there, stretched out to the side. They've drawn on it to, clear around.
I guess... they are planning to take that next from me.

I hope I die on the table.
I hope they sever the artery too much, and I bleed out.
Pour free from my vein, and stain the white floor red with color.
Freedom.

I barely breathe in this room. I feel no need to take deep breaths.
9,238... 9,239... 9,240...

The door opens slowly to my room. They must be ready. I can hear two sets of feet come into the room, slowly crossing the tiles to my location. One continues past me to where they keep all the equipment and information from me. The other stops beside me.
I sit and wait, back in silence, waiting for something to happen.
Just silent darkness.

A cold hand goes to my forehead, but in the chill of the room, it feels like fire. Like tiny needles pricking my skin. A small breath escapes my lips silently.
"Aruka-kun. Can you hear me? We've come for you."
My mouth opens and closes, like a fish on land. My voice is gone, my throat is to dry to speak.
Venom.

Hands move to my throat, and I feel the cuff come loose and get pulled away. They move to the one across my chest, then to my wrists. My waist, thighs, ankles...
Tears begin to soak into the gauze patches over my eyes under my blindfold.
I can... lift my arm...
I can lift my arm.
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My body hurts as I grip the table and try to sit up, but all I do is shake. I'm sore from laying still. Venom's hands slide under me, gentle as if I am made of glass, and lift me into a sitting position. The front of his shirt meets my skin, and he tightens his hold into a hug. His body is shaking.

"I found one of his eyes. Left. I cannot find the right."
It's Scratch. Of course he's the other one here. I can hear him shifting about, looking for things.
"It is enough," Venom's voice is soft. I feel him move back, and then feel the small thin sheet I wore lift from me as he ties it around me to cover me. I feel a button down shirt on my shoulders, and he helps guide my hands into the sleeves. He buttons up the front for me silently with shaking hands.
"This might hurt," he warns me. I feel the line pulled from my arm as his hand covers the site and patches it. It's another quick pain for the removal of the other line.
But that pain is nothing to what I've already felt.
"We should just take him and go. They'll kill us. All of them will now. Worst idea ever. Could keep him to ourselves," Scratch mentions. Venom slips away from me. I hear him cross over to his partner.
"Have you downloaded the virus? Deleted all his information from the server?" Venom asks.
"It's about done downloading. All information is purged, and irreversibly. The likes of the CIA couldn't even recover it," Scratch says confidently. There is silence. They must be double checking while I sit here on the table.
"Good. This game grows old friend," Venom says. I hear a gasp. The sound of water dripping, then trickling freely. Sneakers squeak loudly as they slip in the spilling liquid and the owner falls bodily. Blood hits my nose.
What's happened?
"Ven-.. Scra-.." My voice is barely a whisper. Some movement, sounds, and then the cold hands are back, framing my face.
"I'm here. Hold onto me tghtly, Aruka-kun. I need my hands to get us out of here,"he tells me. He lifts me off the table to my feet. The tiled floor is icy cold. My legs hurt just to move again. I cling to his side like a child blindly as he guides me across the floor with a hand on my back. I hear the sound of a magazine getting locked into a gun right beside me. Venom slows.
"Ven.."
"It's Kinji now, Aruka. Please, be quiet. You need to be so we can get out of here," he warns. He intends to free me from this hell on his own.
Where did this change come from?
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We don't get far before we come across fighters to stop us. Kinji has left me at this corner to hide behind and went off to fight. There is gunfire from both him, and then. Screams. Tortured and pained come from the guards. Its a thunderous roar of violence and guns. I can't see anything.
I'm so used to seeing with my ears in such a quiet setting that this noise is deafening to me now. I cover my ears with my hands, muffling it out until it ends. Kinji's hands are on me, rushed, and pull me up against him.
"Quickly!" he hisses to me. I stumble over nothing, following him at his side. More pauses. More gunfire. More shrieks and then silence. I hear casings skitter across the floor as we walk. The air stinks. There's a metallic hollow clatter as Kinji ejects a magazine and slaps in another.

My heart is thundering wildly in my chest.

I don't want to get my hopes up, but I feel it. I have hope again. I have a chance.

More shots, and Kinji snarls, staggering before pushing us into a wall and leans against it. I think he's been hit.
"Kinji?"
"My leg. Just muscle. I can keep going. I'll bleed for this. I'm not afraid to, so don't worry. I'm not quitting." He leans away from me, and I hear him begin to shoot back down the hall.
My limbs are tingling, and my blood is on fire.
I'm not going to let my freedom be handed to me. I want to fight for it myself. Me, without any eyes. I will fight for my own freedom.
I slide my hands along the wall as I follow it above where Kinji is kneeling, and my fingers curl around the corner. I can hear them, waiting down the hall. I wont be useless!

I push myself around the corner quickly, hand still on it to keep me grounded to where the wall is, and open my mouth. Fire. I feel fire, the heat of it on me as it streams from my mouth. I had been numbed, drugged, and repressed for so long, I almost never expected me to breathe fire again. There is screaming and flesh burning. But I keep at it, adding to the inferno. The sprinkler system kicks on, drenching me, but is useless to my flames. I feel the heat still. The sprinklers suddenly stop.
I only stop when I am out of breath.
Nothing happens. It is silent except for some hissing air and crackling embers. I can still feel the wall but I'm wondering where I am. What's happened?
"Kinji?"
"I'm alive," he tells me. I feel hands on my shoulder. He returns me to under an arm.
"Did I get them?" I rasp. He's silent for a beat.
"Hai, you got them. I don't think-, well... we got some time now," he answers. He leads me at a limp, heading down more halls.

We meet only a few, and he's able to take them out. It sounds like a large hollow cave. The floor is smooth. I smell oil. Stretching out a hand, I feel smooth painted metal in familiar shapes. A car. We're in a garage.
My freedom is so close. I feel so tired. I'm stumbling now tiredly. Kinji, leg wound and all, picks me up, and carries me a few feet before lifting me higher and placing me in a car. No roof to it. A convertible. Busting out in style. The snake demon gets in on his side. I hear keys. I hear running footfalls.
"Hurry!" I whisper. The engine roars, and shoots backwards on screaming tires. I feel it spin quick, and then we shoot forwards. I duck down as guns fire. We're speeding, gaining speed. Screeching around corners. And then...

I feel a warmth on my skin. Gentle. It sings a golden color in my mind's eye. Wind rips at my hair and slowly I begin to sit up. My mouth hangs open as I reach out with my hands and feel the wind blow between my fingers as we speed along. The sun shining on my face and in my hair. I feel it. Outside.
I am free.

I am crying. I am laughing. So many strong feelings hit me at once as I sit in my seat and laugh and cry silently with a ruined throat. My gauze pads and blind fold are soaked and tears wet my face, cooled by the wind blowing them away.
I am going to get you back to Archives." Kinji tells me. Anywhere! Anywhere but back there! The car slows a little as I hear him pull something free. I hear the sound of buttons being pressed.
Kinji is calling someone.
I listen quietly.

"Hello Mr. Bear. One or the other, I'm not quite sure. I would like to let you know that I have a fox. He's en route to the Crying Wolf. Have medical ready. We'll be there in three hours." Kinji says over the phone quickly before hanging up.
"Three hours. Three hours," Kinji says to me. A personal goal to him.
Just three hours.
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