Capítulo 20: Remember II
With the orders of Director Cross, the scientists stopped and began to stitch his unconscious body back up, only for Cross to stop them again and tell them to take him back to his room like that.
Reluctantly, the scientists did as they were told and carried his bleeding body back to his room.They laid him on the floor and left. He lay on his side, his organs spilled out on the floor. Slowly, his organs began to creep back inside of him, those that were yet to regenerate, quickly formed and those that lay sprawled on the floor entered him and lay back in position.
The bullet on his head popped out and the whole it left closed in on itself. His stomach sealed itself up and closed every single injury up.
935 opened his eye to find himself back in his room, he quickly sat up and checked his stomach, he saw no wounds. He touched his head but nothing. He curled himself in a corner by his bed crying.
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They turned it into a daily routine, each day they'd come to harvest an organ from him, it started with his intestines, and digestive organs, then they'd pluck out his eye and cut off his tongue.
And each time they'd keep him awake, but he'd be strapped in, unable to defend himself. He slowly got accustomed to the pain, every tear and removal, even the feel of their hands rummaging his insides.
He cried out a few times but no one listened. One day after their procedures a soldier placed him in the room and headed towards the door, the moment the soldier opened the door, 935 pushed his away and ran out.
935 ran past the guards with unnatural speed, the soldiers ran after him, trying to catch and subdue him. 935 stopped in front of a huge door, behind him were the scientist and armed soldiers.
"Shoot!!" a soldier yelled but another scientist refuted him.
"Don't" the scientist contradicted and the soldier lowered his gun.
935 tried to pry the door open with his little fingers.
"Shoot" a voice said, they turned to see a man in black, he had grey hair neatly packed back, he wore glasses that made him look like a professor.
"Director" the scientist and soldier said together.
The Director ignored them and looked at 935 "You've been a bad boy 935, if you come back i won't punish you" the Director addressed 935 calmly but 935 glared at him.
"Oh well, i tried." The Director said and turned around "Shoot him till he can't regenerate" was the order the Director gave before walking away.
The scientist gave 935 a sad look before walking away, leaving 935 with the soldiers.
The soldiers rained bullets on the young 5 year old, he screamed and begged but the soldiers followed the order till they noticed 935 was barely breathing.
935's eye was shot out of its socket, he laid there, his heart barely beating. He could barely breath as he felt his blood leave his body.
He closed his eyes, embracing the darkness.
"Don't" he heard an echo in his head "Don't let them win. You must live!" the voice urged him.
Weakly 935 opened his eyes to see scientist approaching him. 935 was brought back to the room and left unattended for him to heal himself, but for some reason his regenerative abilities were slow.
"Calm yourself" 935 heard an echo in his head.
"Who..." 935's words came out as a weak whisper.
"Shhhhh... they are listening, don't speak" the voice advised. "Your muscles are tense, relax and let them heal" The voice told 935, 935 listened to the voice and relaxed a bit, a wave of relief washed through his body as he felt the healing sensation quicken.
"Who are you?" 935 asked in his head.
It was silent for a few second till he heard "I am you?" The voice replied.
935 had a puzzled look on his face "Me?"
"Yes, you"
"But I am me"
"And I am a part of you, so I am you"
"What's your name?"
He heard the voice chuckle before it said "I don't have one, I am just an Entity that dwells inside of you"
935 began to think to himself if he was imagining things, but Entity assured him he was not, in the quiet of his room Entity would tell him things and teach him how to use his powers. 935's first task was to destroy the camera in his room.
Cross didn't take a liking to what 935 did and decided to punish him. Cross ordered 935 to be skinned, unless 935 told him how he did it without any assistance. 935 kept mute and refused to tell cross what he wanted, this only irritated cross the more.
Cross chained 935's hands and legs to a table, a tray of knives were spread out on a tray beside the table. Cross brought an injection close to 935's face, for him to see it "I'll make you hurt so bad you'll beg me to end you boy" Cross snarled as he shoved the needle into 935's neck and injected him.
935 winced a bit at the pain, he tried to move his hands but he couldn't, he gave Cross a questioning look and Cross chuckled lightly as he picked up a knife. "I can't have you struggling now can I?" Cross taunted as he slit the side of 935's face.
935 grunted in response, but Cross was only getting started, Cross dug his hand into 935's skin and lifted a flap while looking at 935's. 935 held back his urge to scream or show any signs of pain, he tried his best to endure this only acted as an amusement to Cross as he observed 935's internal struggles.
Slowly, Cross pushed his index finger deeper and deeper into 935's face, and started to use the knife in his other hand to carve up the upper skin and seperate it from the dermis. 935 could feel the knife cutting his skin, he could feel his blood rush out of him as the incision was made.
Cross started from behind 935's right ear and started to trace his face from the right cheek, to his lower lip, and then the knife changed direction as it took a sudden dip towards the largest artery in the human neck.
935 could feel it all, from the cuts and carving of the knife, down to the gush of blood that followed when the dagger pierced his artery
Quickly his body began to heal itself, he may not have showed it but there was only so much his body could take as it was temporarily paralyzed from the sedatives that were injected into him.
"Maybe a little more force would give us a reaction," Cross said with a maniacal look in his eyes, before 935 could process his statement a grin spread across the director's face as he yanked at 935's flesh.
935 felt a sheet of skin ferociously yanked off his body, exposing his nerve endings and muscle fibres. The scream that emanated from 935 was deafening. It was so loud that Cross felt as though his eardrums would burst.
The agony 935 felt as he bled from his face was food to Cross's soul as he ignored the blood that dripped out of his own ear. As Cross watched blood gush out of 935's exposed tissues he smiled at his work.
Cross's joy was cut short as his skin began to regenerate, covering up 935's exposed tissues and healing his face, but it was evident that 935 was still at an imbalance, he tethered between consciousness and unconsciousness.
But Cross didn't seem to care as he used the knife on 935's arm, he made a quick incision before he ripped the flesh off 935.
Cross made incisions from 935's waist down to his ankle. 935 muffled down his scream and strained his face trying his utmost best not to show the pain he felt as the skin on his leg was being slowly pulled off, compared to the quick ripping of his flesh from earlier, this time Cross took his time.
Tears filled 935's eyes as he tried to endure the feeling of his skin being peeled off his muscles, to make matters worse, his body latched onto his skin in an attempt to cover itself like a naked woman trying to conceal her nakedness from an unexpected visitor.
It was a battle deemed unnecessary to 935, he would have preferred his body just let Cross do what he wanted but no, with every pull Cross made, 935 felt the responsive pull of his muscles on his skin, tugging it to come back to place.
"Stoooppppp!!!!" 935 yelled through gritted teeth, not to Cross but a plea and order to his body to stop trying to latch on.
But this only excited Cross even more, as he thought 935 was referring to him, so he proceeded to...
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