5.

Number 52 took a deep breath that made the pain even greater but he didn't mind. He yawned almost lazily, waiting for her. Who was she? That he didn't know...or maybe he did...just forgotten.

He couldn't exactly remember his life before this. Before the pain and the blood and the many tools that made his voice hoarse beyond used. He curled his toes in anticipation and looked down. There on his stomach was the number "52". He was proud of his name. Who wouldn't like that name? It was very fun to sound it out back before he lost his voice.

He hummed absently, not really humming a particular tune. He winced when a sudden flash pain came from his arms. He looked over at his arms and saw the slashes and the great amount of blood. He stared at it for a moment before licking his arms or as much as he could because of his chains preventing him from licking further down.

He swirled the blood in his mouth, tasting himself. After awhile of this he spit out to the far wall. He watched in silent glee as the blood slowly slide down.

He was having so much fun that he almost didn't the slam of the front door. She's here! He rattled his chains in excitement. She came in and didn't pay attention to him at all. He watched her as she paced the floor with such a big smile that it made him feel uneasy.

She stopped in the middle of her pacing and hutched over, giggling uncontrollably. It reminded him of a girl fangirling. He paused at that thought, trying to remember where he learned that. His thoughts quickly dispersed when she suddenly turned towards him.

She unchained him and he fell to the floor from the lack of use of his legs. He looked up at her, puzzled, hoping it was another game.

"You're free to go," Her smile crooked as she regarded him as a child. He blinked at her not understanding. Free? What is that? His life was revolved around being in chains and being toyed with. It was the only thing he knew.

She left and it took him a long time to get up and use his legs. He cautiously walked out and was blinded by the bright light and colors that outside has to offer. He never really thought of the outside when he was with her but now that he was seeing it, he wanted to explore all of it.

He walked down this dark, rocky, and flat surface that seemed to have other colors on it. He ignored the colors because he couldn't remember what they were called. Then he saw a big thing that seemed to come out of the ground. He found the big round thing was hard to touch but on further observation he found that it split up in tiny long things with a thin substance hanging from it.

He tried to remember what it was called and it took him a long time to do so. But when he remembered, he grinned. It's a tree. It's called a tree!

Then he loud noise coming to right. He turned and saw a person with a smaller person. The bigger one had her mouth opened wide with her hands covering the smaller person and the source the noise was coming from the bigger person.

He was so startled by the noise that it took him a moment where he remembered hearing that sound. It was the same sound that he made before losing his voice. Thinking they were the same as the person, he stepped closer with a big grin. The bigger person, petrified took a step back and stumbled taking the smaller person with her.

Number 52 stood over them and was about to reach out to them when he felt a tight pitch in his lower stomach. He knew what that feeling meant and let his fluid go unconsciously. It came out of him and landed on people in front of him, some of it even landing in their gapping mouths. They gagged and tried to prevent themselves from swallowing but it was too late.

Other people nearby saw this and quickly called the police. Number 52 didn't know this and tried to reach out again and ended up touching the bigger person's chest and ripped off the disturbing fabric. He wanted to see all of the glorious scars that she earned but was disappointed to see it undisturbed.

He heard another loud noise like a wale. He looked up to see bright and flashing lights and someone yelling at him with an object his hand. Number 52 decided to ignore him seeing as he wasn't like him. But then a bang went off and he felt extreme pain in his chest. He looked down and saw his chest turning red. His favorite color... He grinned with such glee that it terrified onlookers. He closed his for the final time and fell.