"Freak." Freak…
"Heartless bastard." I'm not heartless…. Not anymore. I don't think.
"Psycho!" I'm not insane. You just labelled me as that, you assumed I was… So everyone followed suit.
"Monster." A creature that plagues nightmares. Do I really do that?
"He needs a friend…" Amy continued to look at the monitor screen while her boss sipped his coffee behind her. Idly, watching the screen too, not with seriousness, but more with curiosity of what the boy was going to do next.
"No, we were told that he didn't need anyone. We were told that he shall have no visitors." Yes, that was what was told to them. They didn't believe it, everyone needs a companion that they can talk to, can hold, can be with. This boy was no different. But it was an order.
"But… sir!" Doctor Chile looked at the screen hard. It was very difficult not to go in there and give the boy a hug. He, who was currently in the corner, muttering to himself.
"No. That is final." His eyes never left the screen as the boy got up and tripped over his own feet to go lay on his bed.
"… Alright." Amy pressed another couple of keys, and their eyes strayed to a patient lying on a bed, the clock ticking the minutes till he dies.
"Look at what you did to him, you monster! He still has all of the scars!" Lee lifted up Rei's shirt slightly while Rei tried to swat him away, but I could still see them, as if they were stars on a darkened night.
I'm sorry.
"He has nightmares because of you. Of what you did to him!" Mariah screamed at me. Tears streaming down her face, her eyes glittered with pure anger.
I didn't mean it.
"How could you do such a thing?" Though the words were soft I could still hear them. Pounding in my head, never wanting to leave.
It was an order. I had to. Didn't I?
"Sir, he won't eat. He hasn't eaten anything for approximately four days." Amy had come back with yet another full tray of food. She set it down on one of the tables in the room and pressed a few keys so they can look at the boy.
"So change the menu. Let him try something new." This had happened recently, and this was all they were able to do. They were not going to force feed him, if he did not wish to eat.
"… We've tried. Several times now. He'll only eat a couple of nibbles before he won't touch it again." Amy looked worriedly at the screen. They only have two patients, one of which was about to die soon. It wasn't as if changing the menu was hard. They were just running out of ideas for food.
"So try again! I told Mister Hiwatari that he would be okay in our hands! That he would not die on our watch! We do not need Mister Hiwatari to worry!" Hiwatari, they both knew in their minds, that he would not care if the boy would die. It was the redhead and the big burly blonde that might come in and kill them.
"Sir, truth be told, he was dead far before we came and took him form their care." Amy put in a close up on the screen so they could see his face. Even more paler than when he arrived at the institute, his hair a dismay of curls, and his eyes had turned a darkened green, a cold green filled with nothing.
"… Change the menu." The Doctor got up and went to refill his coffee, he brushed past Amy and put a comforting hand on her shoulder as he passed.
"Yes, sir." Amy nodded and headed off to their small kitchen and began to retrieve ingredients and bowls. Doctor Chile sighed and quickly shut off the screen of the computer. He didn't wish to see those green orbs again for a while.
What's wrong?
Everyone looks so sad. We need to smile more, people are wondering and whispering again.
Come on squirt, let me see that cheeky grin. Maybe we can pull a prank on someone today. Whoever you want. But please… smile. I'm sorry that Kevin has been mad at you lately. I know it's my fault. I know.
Red? Why is everyone so sad? Why do they not smile? I don't understand. Why is Kai here? He looks different. He looks almost… happy? Who are the ones by the door, the ones in the long white coats? They look scary Red. I'm scared.
"I'm so sorry, Bry."
It's okay Spencer. They are just here to check in on the sink you broke remember? You nearly killed it! That's why they are here right? Don't worry. It'll be okay. It usually is. Isn't it?
"Sir?" Chile's looked up form the monitor featuring an old man in a bed. With aging hair and figures. Scheduled to die very soon. He should call his boss so he's ready with his Grandfather's funeral.
"Yes?" Amy sighed drastically and ran a hand through her hair nervously.
"He won't let us into the room." Doctor Chile shook his head and looked back at the monitor to record any progresses that were made with the boy today.
"… Leave him be than. We do not need another hassle like yesterday." He could still see Amy was shaken by that. The boy had torn apart his bed frame and flung the pieces at her, he was having a breakdown at the time. She still has a few bruises he sees.
"… Should we have really taken her away sir? Was that really necessary? He needs her. He keeps crying for her, every night." Crying as in screaming his lungs out, he says he can't breathe without her. Which is quite a exaggeration, he can live just fine without her, physically speaking of course.
"He can't have her. You know that. You know what he is capable of accomplishing with her. No, we mustn't, no matter how much he yearns for her. He can't have her." The wind can be a very dangerous thing when it is being controlled by a confused, and angry teen. No he cannot have her.
"I understand." Amy bit her lip and looked at the boy through the monitor, he was leaning against the door.
"Find a way to get into the room. Be careful. He seems edgy today." Doctor Chile sent a glance over to the monitor.
"Yes, sir."
Red? Why won't they let go!? Make them let go Red please! Why are you just standing there?! Help me! Please. I don't want to go!
"I'm sorry, Bryan. I really am. Kai says it's for your own good. He says that you'll be okay! We promise, Bry. Promise." Tala turned away and Spencer came around and hugged him, but I could see he was holding him back.
Kai? Is that why he's smiling? Don't you see he just wants me gone! He wants to control you Red! Why can't you see that? We're friends Red! Don't let him do this to us Don't let him break the team apart! We need to stay together! We need each other.
I need you.
Why have you listened to him?
Am I not important anymore?
Am I not your friend anymore?
Am I anyone's friend anymore?
I feel so lost.
Cold.
Heartbroken.
Dead.
"Sir, he's not responding to any of our treatments. We need to try a different tactic. We need him to respond to us." Amy paced the room quickly rubbing her temple as she continued pacing. She quickened her steps as she became more confused.
"He'll respond in his own time. Now don't give me that look! He should get better. He will get better. It's how he was made." Amy was still glaring hard at Chile, how could he think he will get better. Does he think people were made in a factory and that he was simply malfunctioning?!
"People aren't manufactured sir! They are living, breathing beings, and so is he! We need to do something, anything!" This boy was going to just give up and die here, and for the moment there was nothing that they could do! It was aggravating to say the least.
"He was made. By Boris Balkov if you don't remember… Maybe…" Boris, the name still gave them shivers as they remember treating the boys from that Abbey. The bruises, and the cuts, their screams still plagued their minds.
"Maybe?" Amy had stopped pacing and is now staring quietly at Chile. Maybe, he had thought of something for the boy, anything just to get him out of this state. The state of just sitting there in his corner and muttering to himself about a color. That stupid color that she has hated for so long.
"Maybe if we let him outside? For an hour a day. He does seem to be getting pale." He was pale when they brought him here, but maybe if he was allowed fresh air, to hear the birds sing and feel the sun. Maybe, he would begin to feel better.
Falborg? Where are you?
I need you.
I feel so alone in here. This room isn't mine. With it's pure white walls, and no color to be scene.
What happened? Everything just went by so fast. How long have I been in here?
How long since I've seen you?
I miss everyone.
Can I miss people? Am I allowed to?
I'm not supposed to have emotions, but yet.
Then why do I feel so alone? So scared?
Just please take me away from this place. Please!
I need you!
…
I need someone.
"How long ago was it that we took him away? It feels like just yesterday, watching him scream and cry at us to let him go. How could they stand there like that and just let us!?" She remembers when they went to that mansion. That huge place, it had nearly scared her when they drove up to it, it looked haunted. Maybe it is haunted, by their tortured souls.
"It was what's best for him. It's been a year. Almost exactly." A year since they had taken him away from his friends. Or… So called friends, the way they had just let him, it seemed like they had never wanted him in the first place.
"Too long. Much too long for someone to be in a cage." For a bird to be stuck in a cage, outside wasn't helping much. He only liked it when it was windy, and even then he would just stand there in the wind and seem to just bask in it.
"Perhaps, now that he is calm. Perhaps, now is the time we find him a roommate? Someone… Not exactly like him, but to a degree." This however could be very dangerous, not only to the roommate, but to them as well. The boy may not want to let the boy go. He may kill him. Not on purpose. But still kill him. Then what would they do?
"Someone from the BBA." Amy looked over to Chile as he stood up and towered over her. His glare was a soft one, but a glare none the less and she cringed away form him.
"No! He does not need to be reminded why he is in here!" Those people would not let him live it down that he is living in here. They would torture him endlessly till he would give up and find a way to die, or to kill them.
"He's reminded everyday anyway. Maybe it's time for him to face an old enemy." Yes, someone that he can release feelings onto. A person that he likes, he'd be able to hide himself, and he wouldn't be bothered by them. At least with an enemy, it would be someone he would be angry with, someone he could show emotion to, cause he'd feel threatened.
"Enemy?" Chile sat back down and looked at the monitor, the boy was drawing in the air with his finger, making unseen shapes with his mind. Chile closed his eyes and breathed in heavily.
"One of the BBA children are in a detox lab. We can have him transferred." Detoxing from cocaine, everyone had been surprised. It was not someone that they had expected. Not someone they expected at all.
"Who?" Chile opened his eyes to look into Amy's bright blue eyes. They showed uncertainty and defiance. Not a good combination he must say, he remembered when the boy came in with that look. Chile had gotten his faced punched in a few moment after that.
"I'm afraid you may say no." Amy bit her lip and attempted to stand up high. She knew that the bigger you were the more intimidating you were. That's why she was scared when the boy stood up to his full height.
"If it's who I think you're talking about than the answer is definitely no." Chile immediately shook his head. They were definitely not going to allow him in here. Not with the boy in here, definitely not. They would tear each other to shreds.
"It should be Bryan's choice." Yes, Bryan's choice. Though he may not be willing at first. I'm sure that Bryan doesn't want to be alone any longer.
"It isn't. It's ours, we care for him after all." Amy pouted, she just wasn't having a very good day today. Bryan had tried to escape, again, when she had taken him outside. The boy may not be healthy or eating right, but he was still quick on his feet.
"As we care for Kai's Grandfather, as we cared for Kai? Yet we allowed them to choose." Allowed them to choose what room, what they wanted to eat, anything they wanted, both were slightly greedy that way.
"They own the company." Fact. They did, unfortunately for them, she hated working for them, she didn't like taking care of these people. They were so cold and strange to her, but she needed the money.
"Do we not own Bryan now? Can we not allow him to make such a small decision? Or make a decision for him?" It was true, Kai did not care for what we did with Bryan, as long as he wasn't being killed, or harmed by them in anyway he didn't really care what happened to the poor boy. Selfish bastard.
"… Fine." Maybe, it would do Bryan some good to have someone in there that would make his blood boil.
"I'll call the detoxing lab right away." Now the only problem was getting him here. That would be a problem, they will have to pay the lab some money in order to receive the boy. There goes her pay check.
"I better not regret this." Chile stared up at Amy from his chair. If something goes wrong, Kai will have our heads on a golden platter. Probably lined with jewels.
"You won't. Who knows, maybe this, is what he has wanted since he came here." Someone who won't judge him, for he has done the same thing that he did. The thing that has him stuck here in the first place.
Obeying an order.
They have left me here alone.
What kind of friends are they?
To just leave me here! To let me rot away in this damn prison!
Drip.
I hate it here, and yet they know that. They could have at least visited me. It's the least they could have done. I feel like an orphan again. Wondering and waiting to get out of the system. Hopefully this time there will be no Boris.
Hopefully.
Drip.
Where is my light at the end of this tunnel?! Where is my hope? Where am I? I don't understand anything anymore. Everything is just too confusing. Why are the people in the white so curious? Why won't they leave me alone?
They know.
They know I don't want to be alone.
Drip.
What is that sound? Why does it sound so familiar. Yet it seems so foreign. Why won't it just leave, it's quite irritating. Giving me a headache.
Not that I don't already have one. Stupid fluorescent lights.
Drip.
It sounds cold, uncaring, and… sadness. It sounds sad and alone. Like me. If I had a sound, this would be my sound. The sound of sadness.
Drip.
My cheeks they feel moist… they're wet.
Drip.
Am I…
Drip.
Crying?
"Sir." Amy smiled for the first time in a few months. She couldn't wait for the boy to be reintroduced to Bryan. She feels like jumping.
"Is he here?" Chile looked up boredly from the monitor, he was making a few notes on Kai's Grandfather. He hasn't been doing to well. Kai will most certainly be pleased with this, he's been waiting for his Grandfather's will, not that he doesn't already have enough money, he wants the company now.
"Yes he is just pulling up. They have him. They'll bring him up soon." Chile glared at Amy, if she is still this jumpy when she heads into Bryan's room she may make him feel nervous and scared. She needs to calm down.
"Good… Are you sure about this? And quit being jumpy! You're going to scare Bryan!" Amy jumped slightly and nodded. They mustn't set Bryan off in any way.
"He's crying sir, actual tears now. This idea, is better than having him sit there and rot away." Chile nodded, they had seen him crying on the monitor, it's been almost a year and he has started crying now. They had let him cry himself to sleep. They didn't want to see what would happen if they went in there while he was crying. A monitor beeped. He clicked the open button and the door for downstairs opened for the people to come in. He stared at the boy coming in and shook his head.
"True. Make sure the surveillance cameras covered up and hidden, this boy may be more perceptive than Bryan. Amy, they might start a fight when we first put him in there." Chile handed her the small white cameras. They'll be nearly invisible in the small white room.
"I'm sure they will, there is no might. They will. Bryan will be angry but he needs to learn to get along." She knew this, Bryan will definitely start a fight with him. The question is, how fast can they get there in time and how much damage will be done to each boy.
"Okay. Here he is." Amy looked up at the boy that walked into the door, He was slightly pale at the sight, and you could tell that he used to be really tan, his eyes were a vibrant blue in color, and his hair reached down to mid back. He was cautious yet graceful in his footsteps.
"Welcome to Hiwatari Ward, I hope your stay is quite pleasant here." Chile stood up and bowed slightly at the young man before him. He smiled graciously and held out his hand for the boy to shake. However, all the boy did was look at monitor and nod slowly.
"… Thank you."
I can still hear them, whispering words in my head. Telling me I'll be nothing when I'm older. Just a thief, just another washout, and I believe them. How can I not believe them when no one will believe in me.
Sometimes I wonder.
What would've happened if Red and I hadn't been taken to Biovolt? Where would we be now? Still wandering the streets I suppose, looking for our next scrap of food, stealing from people's houses. We were so happy to find a home, only to have it turn into a nightmare.
Footsteps.
Too early for lunch.
Too late for going outside.
What do they want now?
No more tests! I can't take them anymore. They've done enough of those on me, I'm tired of them! Just leave me alone.
… Wait.
There's an extra pair…
Of footsteps?
The door creaked open quietly, and Amy came in, as usual. Bryan stared at her blankly from his corner. She smiled nervously and moved aside.
A boy stepped in, tall in his looks with sterling blue hair, his blue eyes etched with sadness and death. His attire was grey slacks with a large grey sweater. Much as how Bryan had his, only he never wore the shoes. The boy that walked in wore them.
The boy looked softly at Bryan, with curiosity, worry, and a hint of something else in his eyes. He went over to his mattress and sat down. The bed frames were pulled out when Bryan decided to dismantle them.
"I hope you boys get along, and no fighting alright? Good. Lunch will we served in a hour. Make yourself at home." Amy quietly shut the door and only when he reckoned she was a good 50 feet away did he look at his new roommate.
The boy was staring at him quietly, he was about to say something but he was cut off when a fist was smashed into his face.
His face.
The boys.
Garland Siebald.
So I don't really know if I should continue this, I kinda want to, but I'm not sure...
It's been a while since I've written a fic so please don't be too hard on me.
Reviews are very much welcomed.