My eyes wearily open, I go to move but i 't. My body is overe with fatigue. Every breath i strain myself to take leaves me exhausted. I yell, but i only hear my muffled screams and the Metal g that surrounds this metal room. My eyes don't seem to want to fun, Why? I hardly see a thing when my vision is this blurry. even so, I wouldn't be able to dis anything apart with my mind this murky. it takes so much effort to even think, Like treading through mud that's up to your throat. My head spins and pangs. something primal deep inside of me, tellio dip' and runaway.

  something Familiar touches my ear, The sound of footsteps. A horrid void forms is of my stomach, it slowly etches its my spine as i hear the footsteps get closer. A overwhelming feeling of dread strangles by being.

  "hmm, Ha. Frankly i'm impressed. to think you'd still be alive, i Guess the higher ups were right about this. Your pretty resilient for a 17 year old. i guess i'll have to prepare you for the stage."

  I see a disfitingly man Leaning over my body. He wears gsses, a white coat and a devilishly symmetrical Face. Pins and needles run up and around my body when my eyes and ears register Him and his words.

  " aughhh, Now as for yhts. Ats, Ross, Markov. You have beeeo malleable testing for: Mansughter, anized crime, crimes of terror, Selling traband and bck listed items, terrorism and treason. Hahaha, what a joke. Really? well i suppose it'll be fun to break you anyway. lets hope you don't take to long. i don't want to be stationed here any lohan a month."

  The man looms over my paralysed body. His shoulders move and i finally breathe again, i had a mask on?

  "huh, ha. well you wouldn't of been able to trate with the depression mask on. well whatever i'm not repeating myself"

  My muscles ease surprisingly fast and my heart stops rag. I let out a loud sigh as i catch my first good breath of air in what seems like a year. Then i hear a ugh to my right, I shift my o get a better look at the figure. The figure of a short man in his te 20's Fitly dressed and a disturbingly face, its as if everything is cut back to be as perfect as possible.

  "I guess we should start soon"

  ...

  the sound of what smashed in doors makes, hits my ears. it referbuates around the room slowly dampening and being absorbed. The man leaves my field of view and a pair of butchers ehey have a apron on with long white sleeves and there pushing a rge trolly. they huddle around my head and there holding some weird headgear.

  "AAAAGGHHHHHUUUUUHHH" A searing pain strikes the bay head. A pain worse then a headache to the power of a thousand. then in the same sed, it stops. immediately and instantaneously the pain which was so prevalent vanishes.

  "seems the mapping and upload was successful"

  "yeah i always hate drilling in the port, this step is much easier"

  "The DNA sample is needed "

  The well built butcherer stands beside me, Holding a hack saw. they lift it above their waist, they press it against my bare skin and draw the teeth backwards.

  "EEEGGGGHHHH STOP!!!"

  All i see is their shoulder, bad forth tearing through my skin. tearing my muscle fibers, grouping of strands one by one. ripping through my veins. they then hit my humerus. every time they pull ba it, it vibrates the rest of all the bones withi makes me want to vomit, its stirring my gut the wrong way. my mouth fills with my saliva, my eyes start to water. this feeling of disgust and fear etches deeper every time they pull ba that saw.

  My body feels lighter, is it the adrenaline or is it the blood loss. No, its because of my arm.

  "m.. m... my.. my arm. its gone."

  they hold it in their hands. its bloody, there's bits of flesh that look like there about to fall off and i even see my humerus poking out of all the gore.

  "Take this to the b"

  "uood"

  take this?! your joking right... you have to be? That's my Fug arm you psycho. I hear more cttering behind my head again. then i see a drill in their hands.

  "hahaha 'sob' hahaha"

  i ugh hysterically, haha ??what a bad nightmare...its got to be. huh never figured i was so mentally unstable, who in their right mind would dream up' something like this.

  they start to rummage through a little tin tray and a pair of screws end up in their hand... would you figure!? I see them fiddle with a drill bit.

  "Fuck"

  they both drill, oo my ribs and another in my thigh. the screws twist my insides, i feel as if my eyes are going to jump out of my sockets from the amount of pain that i'm in. I feel my face bubble, everything on my face tingles. with each breath, It violently reminds me where the screws are. it refreshes and eases my mind just to soak up and revel in the pain for a little lohen just as i bee numb to it i gasp for anrasp of air.

  "HaHaHa 'grasp' HaHaHaHa!"

  I've do i'm a genius i've made a perpetual motion mae of pain. its absolutely wonderful, and i've vely desighis Psychopath who keeps repeatedly drilling screws into my body as the battery!!

  Hahaha!!! oh the ecstasy of being the smartest human really is something. hahahahah!!!

  "AUUEEEGGGHHHH."

  hahahahaha its wonderful, if only this feeling could st forever

  "FUCK, MAKE IT STOP IT HURTS... JUST KILL ME... MAKE MY SUFFERING END"

  ...

  my mind was disected from what my body was being subjected too. after that i don't remember anything else. no other memory to expin why i found myself on this table again.

  ..

  my vision had turo the purest white, it was beautiful in its ht. there were no impurity's in it at all it pressive statement. there would be no other way to describe, it for it was a Fact. that whiteness. it had etched its way into my soul. but its all powerful and enpassing glow started to waver. its tone soured. the light it had oed started to dim. till as it it had ged. it had turned pitch bck. my world which had once given me light died in that moment. and all i was given was this bck soot to lo-ok at. Did the twelve rejee? am i in hell?

  my attention started to shift though, as my pitch bck world started to lighten if only lightly, and i terrifyingly found myself on this table again.

  I go to look at my body, something on the bay head restrains me a bit but i finally get a look at what's ed arou-...

  hahahahahaha... your joking right... why do i now have a pair of breasts on my chest!!?

  "seems the scious switch worked"

  "Hey tell me why the hell im a woman!!!?"

  ...

  "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH"

  electricity wails and wreaks havoc, i start twitg without any input on my part. I immediately feel my body start to dry up. the moisture leaving my body as the electricity courses its way in my ihe smell of carbon deposits is picked up I'm burning?! No, Their cooking me!! I also pick up the faint smell of rusty iron most likely ing from the oxidised blood which is boiling inside of my skin. huh? i taste it too it seems, i gag but nothing happens but this tinuous overloading of my sehat perpetuates my undying disfort. my body starts to vulse, it musters everything up to cough up the blood that's been welling up in my throat. i feel my ans start to fail as i lose all the o my lower body. yet i still hear a subtle crackle and the horrid smell of carbon dioxide fills my nose. i lose my sense of touch ,vision, taste, hearing and my ability to smell.

  ...

  everything is white. its nothing, and everything at the same time.

  everything is bck. its everything, and nothing at the same time.

  ...