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Byakuya woke up in a sweat. Struggling against the ropes he found himself tied to, bonded to a brown wooden chair. He had a raging headache, eyes darting crazily around the room as he took in his surroundings.
Nothing.
It was just him and a metal covered, dimly lit room. The only light was right above him, the rest of the room was pitch black. Weird. He thought. He couldn’t see much without his glasses which he only now realized he was missing. His eyes were burning. He could feel how red they were. The silence was uncomfortable but he found himself restricted from screaming. He still was internally. He felt drowsy, almost as if he had been sedated. Was he? He questioned everything including himself. Not much to see, not much to hear. Nothing to stare, tears unable to fall. His panic was the only thing keeping him warm at the moment.
Footsteps. The silence which he found was the opposite of peace and quiet, loud and noisy like static was pooling in his blood. He would drain it all if possible. The silence was interrupted by the tapping of footsteps. He was almost thankful. Not for his captor, but for the few seconds of noise that accompanied the boy.
??? cleared her throat, kneeling down to be eye level with Byakuya. He assumed that she had given him his glasses, because he could see through the little pieces of glass her sickly white pale skin, which clashed oddly with her white lab coat. Her purple hair was the only splash of color that was on her person. She was tall, atleast from the little of her Byakuya was able to see. Her eyes were hidden by her grown out coffin bangs. Who are you, and where the hell am i? Byakuya wanted to ask. But he was sealed from speaking, stripped of every word. They went through one ear and out of the other, like forgetting the lines on every page of a book as soon as you turned the page. Finally, she spoke.
“Welcome.” ??? pushed up her glasses. “Such a fine specimen, it’s sad to see someone with so much potential end up here.” She sighed, although she kept the sickening smile presented on her colorless face. Cold and unreadable. “Hm, it sure has been a while since we’ve had a new addition, I wonder how the others will react, seeing another one added to the bunch. They’ll all pity you. You’re so pretty, maybe you'll end up different than the first few.” His mouth hung open, his mind raced with thoughts he wasn’t even aware he was thinking. Who was she! Who are the ‘others.’ All these thoughts came to end with one remaining,
What do you want from me.
It was almost as if she could read his mind, since she giggled in response to the frequent changes in his emotion barely visible on his face. His eyes were widened, neither of them had seen him blink in god knows how long. Maybe that was why his eyes were on fire, or maybe it was the obnoxiously white light, directed into his eyes. It was like staring at the sun, drying out a lake of water.
“Don’t worry. It might not seem like it, but you’re living the dream of most children. You’re lucky to be here.” She pushed up his agape jaw, he felt the salvation return to the roof of his mouth as it was closed. He was thankful, only for a split second before the feeling of anger confusion and fear returned to steal its place. “I like you, Byakuya, is it? Maybe I’ll end up taking care of you.” She ruffled his hair.
His eyes felt heavy. And as much as he resisted closing them, eventually he gave in and blacked out, the last thing he remembered hearing before passing out was “Don’t worry, you’ll forget once it’s all over.”