Remember III

But this only excited Cross even more, as he thought 935 was referring to him, so he proceeded to put more effort and pull on 935's flesh.

"Let go" 935 heard Entity's voice echo in his head.

"No..." 935 lets out, his voice strained from the pain "Can't..." he tried to communicate through the pain.

"What was that?" Cross asked "You want more?" he inquired with a sick chuckle, "My pleasure," Cross said as he began to forcefully yank at 935's skin.

"You need to relax, I know you are in pain but relax your nerves, or your muscles will continue to latch on. There will be pain, but this will ease it." Entity advised.

Through the pain, 935 tried his best, just as Entity told him he eased his muscles a bit trying to relax himself even through the pain. He was losing blood and fast. Instead of his skin regenerating it rather tried to cloth itself by latching on to his old skin.

But as soon as he eased himself and relaxed a bit that was when Cross forcefully pulled at his skin, but to Cross' surprise, it came off quickly and unnaturally easily, like peeling off dried glue from your palm.

Cross heard 935 sigh as he thought it was finally over but Cross didn't let up, and neither did 935. As Cross continued on and on, 935 let him, but he ensured his body on focused on regeneration rather than trying to prevent Cross' assault.

This method, although it didn't stop him from feeling pain, the pain was much less than when his muscles were latching on to skin he could grow back. 

This went on and on for hours, 935 had lost a lot of blood, yet his skin still grew back, as a protective shield for his muscles. Cross made sure to inject him at intervals to ensure 935 didn't gain his mobility as he had his fun.

There were times when 935 lost consciousness but was woken up by the immense pain he felt, he cried and tried to beg. He prayed that his cells would stop regenerating, anything to spare him from the pain.

His thigh, his arm, his gut, his heel, and his flesh were ripped off different parts of his body as amusement to Cross.

935 hoped for salvation, but begging and pleading didn't work on Cross, as Cross took great delight in 935's misery. The room fell silent, the only thing that could be heard was Cross's panting as he wiped sweat off his face.

Cross could barely hear 935's shallow breathing in the silence of the room. The healing and regeneration had become more and more ineffective due to the exhausted state of 935's body and the excess loss of blood.

935 could barely keep his eyes open, his throat had gone dry due to the screaming and begging, and his eyes felt as dry as his mouth. He was weak, he didn't even have the will to struggle or beg. 935 laid on the bed waiting for his death, he didn't even notice when Cross picked up an angle grinder from a table not far from him.

Cross plugged it in and turned it on. The disk gained speed and capped out at 3000 rpm (rotations per minute). At such speed coming in contact with flesh would mean the tiny stones in the sanding disc would chip pieces of flesh piece by piece, the resulting friction would cause intense heat over the particular area it was placed.

This was something 935 had the displeasure of experiencing as the grinder was placed on 935's guts, the machine chipped at his skin, and 935 didn't show any reaction. It had been hours since his last shot of sedative and 935 already gave up on struggling.

Even as the machine chipped and brutally peeled his skin off he didn't move a muscle. He just laid there breathing, his regeneration had long regressed, and his muscles and nerves were out in the open for the world to see yet Cross didn't stop, and 935 lack of reaction only infuriated him as he ran the machine around 935 body peeling off any patch of skin his eyes could see.

Yet no reaction, Cross was certain 935 was still alive due to the heaving of his chest periodically. Irritated by his lack of response, Cross threw the angle grinder at the wall, 935 heard as it crashed in contact with the wall and fell to the ground. The grinder landed in bits and pieces, damaged by the impact, but Cross didn't seem to care.

Cross picked up something from the table and walked back to 935. Although 935 couldn't tell Cross had a sinister smile on his face as he lifted the conical flask he picked up from the table over 935.

"This will help" 935 faintly heard Cross say and pour something on him, suddenly 935 felt a burning sensation on his body, he felt it penetrate his tissue. 935 felt as though his insides were being engulfed in flames. Suddenly his body began to convulse. 935's body jerked and spasmed violently on the table, the last thing he saw was Cross' face before he blacked out.

...

"He isn't regenerating" 935 heard a female voice say, he partially opened his eyes to see himself naked in a bathtub. He was dozing off, his eyes would open and close, and his body felt so much pain than he could describe. The pain clung to his nerves and tissues. He could feel them swell, he suddenly felt water run over him, the cool of the water on his exposed tissue eased up the burning sensation a bit.

"He's still a child, doesn't director Cross know that?" he heard the female voice say, "Death is better than this" she added.

"Stop treating it like a human, treat the thing so I can throw it back into its hole" was the last thing 935 heard before he fell unconscious again. This time the voice came from a male.

...

The next time 935 opened his eyes he was back in his room, the smell and darkness, everything was the same. His blood had coagulated on the openings in his body, acting as a temporary seal to stop him from bleeding out.

He lay there, motionless, till he heard the door creak open and footsteps approach him followed by the sound of a tray being dropped in front of his face. "Eat up savage" he heard the person say, "It was the exact voice and tone he heard earlier before he lost consciousness.

935 stretched his hand slowly as he tried and reach the food, only for it to be kicked by the person. The hot food landed on 935's bare face, increasing the burns he already had on his skin. Yet he didn't complain as the bowl covered his mouth, instead, he began to eat his food.

As he ate he could feel his insides healing. He heard the figure's footsteps walking away, with the little energy he had, he opened his healed eyes to see the soldier by the door.

"Fucking maggot" the soldier scoffed and spat to the side. The soldier turned and faced the door, the moment the soldier's hand held the door handle...

*THUD*

"Huh?" the soldier said, he noticed the tray he brought with 935's food stuck to the door. He suddenly heard another thud, he wanted to remove his hand from the door handle but he couldn't feel a thing from neck down.

The soldier looked below him. He went into shock immediately. What he saw wasn't his body but the tray with a pool of blood, his blood.

935 had used the tray to behead the soldier. The soldier's head settled nicely on the tray while his body fell to the floor bleeding out like a headless chicken.

935 sat up quietly by the wall, eating and watching the blood drain from the soldier's body, blood also dripped from the tray struck to the door.