Fandom:: Persona 3
Pair:: Takaya/Jin
Summary:: The beginning of their nightmare, how the story of their lives came to be
The time is right to change this
To make the life we know
They took what we wre given
We'll get it back again
It was a place I'd seen so many times before. Pristine white and chill. Sterile. Disgusting. Absolutely nauseating. Stench of blood and death seeped from every corner of the room. I didn't dare open my eyes. The screaming had finally stopped. The only thing I can hear is my own breath. Do I dare look around...?
Opening my eyes reveals the darkest, most horrible terror I could heve ever imagined.
Ninety-nine dead bodies. Strapped to table and long forgotten, left in various states of mangled decay. Tears filled my eyes and I tried to scream but nothing came out. It was too manaical, too wretched, too heinous to describe. Ninety-nine homeless children sacrificed in the name of science.
...No wait!
In the corner!
Movement and a moan. A little girl with long red hair was shifting. Bound tightly she was, large gashes in her wrists coated in dried blood. She looked exhausted and was so badly torn up it was almost impossible to tell if she lived. I can't imagine I looked much better but was too scared to even try and glimpse at what might be left of my own body. She began to look around as well, curious of her new environment. Hands thrashed against the powerful clasps holding them down trying to cover her mouth to muffle the terrible screech that tore form her tiny body. She squirmed and kicked and made a terrible display of unbridled fear. My throat was so tight I could barely speak loud enough to be heard over the girl's screams.
"Y-You're.. alive?"
Instantly she silenced and turned to face me, pale face inset with wide blue eyes. She was very pretty past all the blood and wounds. She didn't move nor speak, watching like a deer in headlights. Slowly she managed to give a nod, testing out her own weak vocal cords.
"Y-Yes... Yes I.. I am.." her voice was soft and sweet. Like a little doll.
Okay, so there were only ninety-eight dead bodies.
We didn't speak for awhile. Just those few words drained any energy I may have had. My head hurt so bad, I coudn't think to say anything else. Haze fogged up my brain, dull pain pulsating in some black region far out of reach. A voice whispered in the shadows, steadily growing louder but remained unintelligible. I called out to it but it stopped and the strange girl across the room turned to face me.
"Think we're the only ones alive...?"
"I don't know..." I glanced around but there was no other movement.
"What's your name?"
I stopped to think. What was my name? "Umm.. J-Jin."
"Jin..." she nodded. "Chidori...."
Thou art I...
"What... Chidori, did you say something?" It sure didn't sound like her...
"No..." She looked around, trying to sit up to get a better view of the carnage. "Did you hear something...?"
And I am thou....
It wasn't a tangible voice.. it was in my head. Heat burned in my veins and I moaned in pain. It hurt, this heat. Burning... hotter and hotter... My throat ran dry and I couldn't see. Everything fogged up and got real fuzzy. What's going on... What's happening to me!? I kicked and squirmed against strong hands pushing my body to the table. No one was here, what the fuck was doing this!?
Chidori screamed across the room but I don't know what she was saying. The pain intensified sending electric ripples tearing across my veins. I screamed. Nothing. No sound, no voice, not even a pitiful gasp. Sharp pain tore through my brain and heart, quickening the beats until it near burst forth from my chest. Oh god.. the pain.. unfathomable pain...
You belong to me....
"CHIDORI!?" Blood swam in my eyes, red and hazy. Electricity tore through me, over and over ripping my veins apart, shocking the very cells that made me. Something appeared before me. Huge and gleaming, a giant hunk of metal looming closer. Stubborn chains held fast, allowing no escape. What was that thing!? It.. it's gonna kill me... I'm gonna die..
Bloodcurling screams broke all over the labs. Sounds of chains snapping and bodies slamming into walls and tables. Thumps of the dead left forgotten, cracks and squishy sounds as they were tred upon. Someone, or something was coming. I tried to pull away, shaking and screaming and pleading for mercy. No.. No leave me alone.. Leave me alone!
Thin fingers pushed my mouth open and forced something down, chalky and metallic. Medicine of some sort. The sharp nails worked my throat until I finally swallowed the intruding pills, all the pain suddenly disappearing without a trace it had ever been. I collapsed back to the metal table to catch breath, looking upon my savior.
Lines of pain and worry worked his face, he looked nearly a decade older than he already was. His body was thin and pathetic as well, tortured by whatever curse had been thrust upon us. Torn, ratty old blue jeans barely clung to his bony hip and he was shirtless, tangled white hair held back from his face by a simple band around his head. He looked like a makeshift depiction of Jesus Christ. He could have been for all I cared, he certainly saved me.
"Your beast has awakened." Raspy, cold words crept out of him. He pried my wrists out of the chains and pulled me off the table to stand on wobbly legs. I could barely see him up close. My eyes never were very good.
"B-Beast?"
"Yes..." the strange boy heaved me up into his arms. "Come on, let's get out of here."
"W-Wait..." I pointed towards where Chidori lay collapsed, obviously having experienced what I just had. "W-What about her?"
The stranger walked over to her and heaved the comatose girl over his other shoulder. He supported me on his side and together we slowly made out way out of the abandoned labs. I fought the urge to sleep, rising out of the chamber into the cool night air. I almost fell but he stubbornly held on, dragging me along if my feet refused to move. I was too tired to care how he mistreated me, I wanted away just as badly as they did.
"W-What's your name...?" I managed to whisper.
"Takaya." he glanced around the alleys. We were somewhere around Gekkoukan High School... I think that's what it was.. It was hard to see. Takaya's hand went rigid on my arm but he persevered, dragging my near lifeless body through puddles of something warm and sticky.
Finally, I could keep myself awake no longer and I closed my eyes to sleep. Completely entrusting myself into the hands of Takaya and the sweet delusion of escape.
It's not what I gave to you
It's not what I stole
We are born like this