Chapter 2

As I lay there, in a pool of my own blood, I could feel myself being sucked away... It felt as if something was trying to inhale my skin from off of my body.

Suddenly, I woke up in a gray room. A bright light was shining in my eyes. I tried to push it away with my hands, but they were restrained. "Ahh... Subject #090... You're finally awake". I turned to my side to see the face of a girl. She had long, jet black hair, sharp, light blue eyes, and a hat that looked like the captain of a boat's. "Who are you?" I asked. "So you can talk" she said staring eerily at me. She stared for another few seconds and left the room.

I sat there, staring at the ceiling for what felt to be hours. My throat was dry, I was starving, and the air seemed to be thickening. And then, I felt a small prick on my finger tip, I looked down and saw a needle that was coming out of a hole in the arm rest of the chair. The needle made its way up my finger and stopped at my fingernail. It quickly jabbed into the space between, prying up, further and further. It removed itself from the bloody, sensitive skin. After that various things came from out of the chair, torturing me, but for some reason, every time something was cut, or pried, or broken, it would immediately heal.

After about 6 hours of this repeated cycle of pain then relief, the lady came into the room. She stared at me for a few seconds then took me from the chair and threw me to the ground. I tried moving to get to my feet but I was frozen. "What is goi-", suddenly I couldn't speak. "Hhhu", I couldn't speak, it was as if my voice had been taken away. She just stood there, staring at me like I was some sort of strange bug. I was put into a wheelchair and later was brought down a hallway. I didn't notice at first because I couldn't see it before but, there was a chunk of my neck the seemed to be stitched. I realized that the reason I wasn't able to talk was because of something they did to me.

After while of going down the hallway we entered a room that seemed to be an office. "Ah, so this is #090" said a man dressed in a suit. "Aoi! Is this the one who possessed the new type of magic?" asked the man "Yes sir, he has been paralyzed and muted as well". "Very good... He will be the perfect pawn for me to get revenge on those f*@$ing politicians".

The next few years, they hooked me up to various machines to test or build on certain parts of this "new magic" which although didn't at first, they over used it, exhausted me. I was used as a pawn of that wretched man for years. But one night... I was finally set free.