5Warnings for the whole story: Au, General violence, Blood, Rape, Prostitution, Pole and Table dancing (not in sexy, kinky way), Cutting, Suicide and Suicidal thoughts, cursing etc (more warnings may be added later.)

-Page Break-

Subject C…

It's hot in here, why is it so hot?

Faster! You must be Faster!

My head, it's spinning, why?

I bang my head against the wall.

Again and again.

Not enough!

Please, stop it!

You must be stronger!

I've left a dent on the wall, I fall to my knees.

Weak.

There's sweat running down my forehead and I hear a voice.

Subject C, so weak…

"Chase! Snap out of it!" And suddenly, I open my eyes.

I'm in my apartment and Spin's handing me a pill and a glass of water.

"I left a dent in the wall." I'm still dazed as I wipe the moisture on my forehead with my shirt.

"I can see that."

"My head hurts." And it's true, blood pumps in my temples rapidly and I feel like dying.

"I know."

"I'm sorry." I open my mouth again, to speak? To cry? I'll never know, Spin speaks.

"Fuck it, Chase! Take the damn aspirin!" And I do as he says even if the pill brings no relief and we both know it.

We stay silent as I walk out of the room, ready to take a shower.

My head is pressed against the cool tiles of the shower as cold water runs down my back.

"Subject C… What does that even mean?!" I've punched the wall, in my frustration, a movement too quick for the eye to follow.

A few tiles break.

They fall to the ground with an unforgiving clang.

Yet, I pay no heed to my mess as I try to remember, drawing a blank everytime.

I can remember nothing but those damned words, like a song in my head.

"Subject C, Subject C, you're so weak, so useless."

Blue eyes, and then, nothing.

I punch the wall again, cringing when the porcelain pierces my skin.

A towel around my hips, I turn off the shower before walking to my room, the floorboards creaking under my weight.

I'm running low on time before I have to get to work and so, I sit before a mirror and paint on my face.

Mascara, eyeliner, blush.

Lipstick like blood, like roses.

Broken dreams, fading thorns.

Spin is sitting at the table when I walk out of my room, staring at the white plastic in deep thought.

I place a kiss on top of his head as head out, he does not react.

And I walk New York's gloomy streets, heels clicking in my bag, a tune gracing my doll-like lips.

"Subject C, Subject C, so weak, so useless."

Like a broken, porcelain doll.

"Subject C, Subject C…"

"I'll make you strong…"

-Page Break-

What's this? Another multi-chaptered story?! This wasn't supposed to happen!

Anyways, I'll go with it but I must warn you, updates will be Slow (with a capital "S")…

Anyways, this story will be dark and an obvious au… The au will be explained in later chapters.

Hope you enjoyed.