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Chapter One: Sick And Twisted Shorty

Yoko, a young girl no more than six laid on the dirt ground as she covered her bleeding eye with the palm of her hand, blood seeping in between her fingers and hitting the dry soil beneath her. Her hollowed out face contorted in pain and malice as frustrated tears pour from her one existing blue eye, the one her mother didn't take.

Her mother smirked down at her, a smirk she only realized to be cruel, and kicked her in the side while cackling, the woman's laughter filling the air. Soon what follows is the woman's voice, her voice so loud it could make anyone's ears ring "Watch the way you're looking at me before I take your other eye you brat!"

The young girl groaned in pain as the kick sent her flying, her mother putting all her nen into her foot to double the pain.

Her eye then adverted to her twin sister who was struggling just as much with their father with kicks and screams. "Yumi..." she mouthed as she tried to push herself up off the ground but no matter how much she struggled her six-year-old body couldn't muster the pain and emotional trauma of what just happened.

Finally, her body gave out from under her as her body collapsed into the dirt. She painfully bit her lip as she watched her father dig his fingers into her sister's eye socket ripping it out as Yumi's scream penetrated the silent night making even the birds resting for the night to flee from their homes. Her thoughts tortured her as her small body trembled, 'Why couldn't I push my body up to save her from the pain. She was always the weaker willed twin. She can't handle the pain like I did!'

Once collecting her sister's eye, he placed it in a jar full of liquid along with Yoko's own eye her mother took moments ago. Her father gave a sinister smile to the weak girl "Come and find us if you can when you get older Yoko. We would love to see you. Your sister will be waiting for your arrival."

Yoko's eye full of hatred narrowed at her parents as she breathed enough air in her lungs to scream "I will find you and rip your eyes out the same way you did us! You fucking bastards! I will make you scream and feel the same pain we felt tonight! Just you see!"

Her father stepped towards her with a frown as her mother ripped her unconscious twin off the ground by her arm. The man who resembled her only in appearance hisses "Will you now? You don't even know if you will survive the night with that nasty looking eye of yours. You can't even move. So watch your words, filth, before I decide to end your life right now. I'm giving you a chance so shut your mouth and take it."

Oh, how she hated anyone calling her filth. From day one she heard that more than she heard her actual name. The reason being her parents rarely let her bathe or pay any attention to her personal hygiene. She was more like a slave than their own daughter to them, so she often got kicked around and abused. The only thing she ever got from them was stale bread and water once a day. She was treated like an animal, no animals were treated better than her.

Her twin, on the other hand, was bathed, fed, and even had her own proper bed because she was the planned child. Yoko wasn't as she was birthed a few minutes after Yumi was so her parents used her but even so, Yoko admired her older twin and never envied. How clean her pale skin was, how her beautiful silky black hair was well-kept, how her light blue eyes sparkled at everything including her thin dirty twin. No one had never looked at her nor played with Yoko, but Yumi did. She accepted her even though their parents told her not to.

Yoko tried using the last of her strength to move, but by then her father kicked her over where she was now lying on her back facing up at him. She glared at him and his lips curved upwards into a smile "Hmm, you look disgusting. I can never imagine anyone loving you looking like that. You will remain loveless even after we abandon you here... like we should have done in the first place."

She curled her lip and spat at him, the spit landing directly on his cheek "I hate you! You disgusting pig! What you don -" Before she could continue the last thing she saw that night was his fist coming into contact with her face. Though, Shortly, she would only realize her parents abandoning her was actually the best thing they could have done...

||Fourteen years later ||

Fifteen... he was so young. His shoulders were squared and his back straight along with a fast and rigor walk; polished black dress shoes clicked against the cement and my heels echoed the sound. He wore a tailored black suit all designed, fabricated, and tailored to fit him perfectly and the suit was classic with a twist of the latest fashion fad. The suit was off centered on the boy who wasn't close to being a man though he tried to impersonate one.

In a sense, he was a pampered poodle though he carried a weight, a slew of responsibilities expelled unto him from his parents, his father mostly. He tried hard but the burden of tonight was making him too stiff, the act he was calm and collected seen through. What a troublesome young master...

I follow behind him silently finding myself missing conversation detailed that of a teenage boy. Although I missed his carefree and happy voice discussing the latest games and restaurants, I would not cross that boundary. I wasn't his friend, lover, or family. I could never be any one of those, I was almost empty, barely alive. Rage and ugliness keeping me serving the young master without money or favors.

I might have imagined it earlier, but I thought I saw the smallest of worry ignite in his brown eyes signaling I wasn't the only one here who was worried sick of the outcomes tonight was to have on us. After being told of what was to happen anyone would relatively be concerned especially someone that of his age.

He was the youngest one to be attending the auction and was sent out tonight because of his father being a don. Owl, who was also by our side to collect the goods seemed calm, his walk showing everyone who stared at him he was carefree, it was just I who visibly showed there worry on there face, mostly because if the young master, my boss, was to be harmed the responsibly be on me. Something wasn't right, I could feel it, and my feelings were almost always accurate. My heart thumping wildly against my chest the more we approached the building.

Boss's eyes slide to me, and he comes to a brief halt, his voice that hasn't entirely broken into a man's voice speaks "You seem worried Yoko... Is something on your mind?"

My breath catches, and I looked down at the attire I was in. A lot was currently on my mind. The dress wasn't really something I could fight in if need be either. I was dressed in a skin-tight dress with high heels that made my usual small height a bit taller than usual. I wanted to be back in my regular attire along with all my weapons, but I couldn't really complain, so I shook my head "Ah, no I'm fine."

He continued walking mumbling in a soft voice "Is that so? Also pink doesn't suit you very well now that I see you dressed in it. I won't purchase it again for you."

I reply folding my arms under my chest, the worry leaving me for only a second "Tell me about it. I thought it was strange you'd buy such a color. I could have told you pink wasn't for me."

My hands slip down my leg, and I reassure myself feeling the knife strapped to my thigh along with pepper spray. It was the only two weapons I had, but it was something. Not having my mace worried me still. It was my favorite weapon I had won all my previous battles with. Hopefully, these thieves are a bunch of weaklings, or so I hoped at least. Once we get in front of the auction house boss eyes slide to Owl.

He orders, "I want you to go in first, collect all the goods and leave. Don't worry about us. We will be staying behind for the auction."

Owl stuffs his hands in his pockets and starts hiking up each step followed by a quick "Yes sir.". He stops once he gets to the final step, and he turns to face us. "Oh, I almost forgot." he hums, and he sends his aura to his hand and swishes his hand to the right, taking out a large cloth bag which was his nen ability and reaches inside.

My eyes widen a bit as he takes out my mace and throws it my way. I watch as it starts heading towards bosses unfazed face, and I dash in front of him catching it by its handle in the nick of time. I scold raising my fist towards him "What were you thinking?! You could have hit boss just now!"

He chuckled traveling further inside and states sarcastically "A thank you would be nice for once. Bye Bye."

I clenched my jaw yelling at him from afar "Well don't throw dangerous objects around, and I will say thank you next time!"

Boss sits on the steps and yanks at the tie around his neck in the meanwhile, sighing heavily. He asks after sitting down "You two can never get along can you?"

I answer his question, my eye now landing on the young master, "He's an idiot sometimes that's why!"

His face then grows stern, and I quiet myself down losing all the fight in me before he says quietly tilting his head up, to look at the dark sky "I want your honest opinion on something. Do you feel something bad is going to happen tonight? I can't help but feel the air is really thick tonight. Something terrible is going to happen to the three of us tonight, I just know it."

I purse my lips as I knew exactly what he was feeling. I watch the back of owl fade into this auction house, and I felt as if this was the last time I was going to see him. We might have gotten into fights a lot of the time, but we still had an invisible bond no other could see but us. Fighting alongside someone really does help you bond with that person eventually. So if he or young master ever were to die, I don't know what I would do. I would be lost. After all, they were the two people who helped me get through the last couple of years.

I reply, "I have the exact same feelings, but we can't deny orders from the don, your father."

He stands and travels up some of the steps his voice soft "I know... but Yoko?"

I follow behind him and reply curiously "Yes?"

Again his face grows stern and now so does his voice "If anything does happen tonight don't think of wasting your life for mine. You should prioritize your life before anyone else's. Especially if that someone who is like me and has killed countless innocent people just because his father told him so."

I couldn't find any words for what he had said. No matter what I told him he would disagree with me, thus it would be pointless. After that, the air around us grew tense as we walked into the auction house together.

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...

Countless others started filtering in on the top and bottom floor and my eye gazes down at my weapon that was resting against the interior balconies wall. Hopefully, I wouldn't have to use it tonight. My eyes glance to my left to view who was around us. The two people who stuck out most was an orange-haired man with a rather beautiful woman with purple hair chatting to one another.

Boss speaks up leaning against the railing breaking the silence between us "I think I know of them. They're working for the Nostrade family I believe. Father made me memorize every single new face from each family." He winds his finger in his blonde hair as he spoke to me, twirling his curly hair around his finger. It was always a bad habit of his and he often gets yelled at from his companions and family members about it as they considered it childish. "but they're weak compared to us..."

I see them stop speaking as the traveled downstairs on the escalator and I mumble "Maybe we should go now, young master. We stayed here looking out for the thieves for far too long..."

He clicks his tongue and continues to twirl his hair but he stops suddenly, straightening up his posture from his slouching position, "I told you when we are alone, call me Ukyo. Young master or boss is too formal for someone of my age and anyway aren't you older than me?"

My eye softens up a bit as I let out a feminine giggle, "Yeah by five years. It is a little weird, isn't it?"

Ukyo who begins walking in front of me goes on the step first as we travel down "It's way too weird. I'm telling you. It's already awkward enough when you have to call me that in front of people." He sighs and put his hands in his suit jacket, his eyes changing for a moment as he looks down "Hey I'm curious about something Yoko..."

I glance at his back and ask "What is it?"

He continues once we step off the escalator and travel to the auction room. He mutters in a soft voice so no one else around us could hear that well "Do you feel sad or angry when you see these people selling your clan's eyes?"

I thought for a moment as I placed my finger on my chin before forcing a smile, and I chime "Nope not at all! I didn't really know my clan since both my parents were exiles. So my sister and I grew up in the slums without knowing until others around us noticed the difference."

Ukyo eyes shut replying with a simple " I see." before opening the two double doors.

We move inside where the auction was being held, everyone in suits and dresses crowded around us waiting for it to start which should be any minute. It feels hard to breathe upon traveling further in the room, the air thick and heavy and as I look up it was like someone's aura was hanging in the air in waves. I feel chills run down my spine as my instincts tell me to get out while I can.

This wasn't me just me panicking about seeing how many people were around us it was rather and that it be hard to protect boss from an attack it was more like someone with strong nen was nearby, but why didn't I sense it before? It didn't make any sense.

I swish my hand to the right of me, stopping Ukyo from walking any further in front of me and I can tell he is startled by my sudden reaction. His eyes widen as he turns his head to look at me. "What is it? Is something wrong?" He asks his voice laced with worry, no longer trying to hide his emotions in his voice.

I swallow, my nerves making my heart thump slowly in my chest. "You don't feel that?!" I ask him my eyes scanning the surrounding area. "Whoever this person is or people...they have us totally outclassed."

I looked around trying to figure out if they were allies in the crowd of people or the enemies. I hope to god it is our allies rather than our enemies but I sense no such aura from the crowd. This person has yet to show themselves.

NO, it was people, not just a person, the group was a bunch of thieves why would they only send one person out?

I mutter in disbelief as I can now sense three auras the longer we're in the room, "There's-theres more than one of them. Two? No Three! Exactly three!" These people have to be the enemies!

Ukyo studied every face of each family and none outclassed us like this. I turned around to grip my weapon and before I realize it I had left my weapon back on the balcony earlier.

My panic only doubled from there and I begin to say, "Ukyo we have to-" I am cut off by myself when I see who exactly was the owner of this powerful nen. No, rather I should say owners.

It was the lean small man on stage with another one doubling in size compared to him. The image odd but it was no time for examining them..

It seemed as if time itself had stopped for me. We were in danger. We had to leave like right now if we wanted to make it out of this alive. I felt like I was a cornered rabbit and the wolves were slowly crowding around me. I couldn't fight these people without my weapon. I might have been an enhancer for god sake but without my weapon to double my power, I was doomed.

I grab the hand of the confused Ukyo before trying to reach the door but I was stopped mid-action by some tall man guarding the door.

My one eye darkens as I hiss the command "Move!"

The man folds his arms across his chest and says likes he is programmed "Sorry once you're in here, you're in until it's over. I can't allow you to leave."

My ears could already hear the lean man speak in the distance but I was completely focused on leaving, blocking out anything he had said.

Suddenly, Ukyo who tugged his hand away from mine yelling tackling me to the ground in the process "Get down you idiot!" Our bodies collided roughly together once we hit the ground and before I knew it something like a bullet whizzed past me hitting the guard multiple times along with everyone around us.

I didn't even have time to make a comment before Ukyo used his nen ability on himself and me. His forbidden one he was never supposed to use unless necessary. The price of it was each minute he used it 1 day of his lifespan would be taken. It wouldn't have been a problem if he hadn't of used it so much back then. Before I knew it we were outside of the room and my eyes widened. We didn't even have time to relax.

Our eyes immediately meet with a raven-haired woman with glasses, who was in the middle of bashing a woman over the head, the woman appearing to be from the Nostrade family of whom was saw earlier but I wasn't going to take the time to look. She pondered for a moment, placing her finger on her chin of how we could have gotten there so suddenly before I myself come back to my senses.

I get up from my kneeling position pulling Ukyo up with me. I knew he couldn't use his power again as he can only do it once every ten minutes. We didn't have that much time to spare here before her companions joined her.

I say my thoughts out loud as I slip off my annoying heels making myself much shorter than her, to what most of my enemies would laugh at "I have to fight her...". Ukyo eyes widen but narrowed upon my statement.

"You're not! I forbid you to fight her." He orders his already somber brown eyes becoming much more serious.

Upon his statement, I felt a heavy burden on my body, weighing me down, my eye sliding to the glowing nen bracelet around my wrist. The don made me put it on the minute he took me in, and any order he or his son gave I absolutely had to follow through with it unless told otherwise.

My voice is rushed with worry as I look back at him, "Ukyo undo the order now! You can't fight her." He shook his head rolling up the sleeves of his jacket and he stood in front of the enemy preparing to fight.

My eyes widen as they slide to the enemy, she was approaching us, wasting no time, getting ready to attack us with her weapon which was a vacuum cleaner? As much as it sounded ridiculous it wasn't. The situation was much more serious than that. I already could tell Ukyo was no match for someone with her skill, hell maybe even I wasn't.

I grind my teeth together as I watch the scene unfold 'Dam, I sound pathetic... I need to get my shit together...' Just as I was thinking about what to do an expected guest put a cloth around the two of us making us momentarily disappear into a dark oblivion.

Ukyo who was near me voice sounded more high pitched than usual "Wait!? Isn't this owls power?!"

I replied a little surprised he disobeyed our orders, well his bosses orders more likely "I think so! He's going to get himself killed! What is he thinking?!"

Everytime Owl moved Ukyo's and I's miniature forms got jostled together. Making us bump heads a couple of time.

"Damn Owl" I snarled.

Finally, after so much jostling and moving, our sizes got bigger and he ripped the cloth off of us. We were outside of the auction house again. He seemed to be in a panic as he regained his breath "We need to hurry! I just barely managed to get away."

I nodded running as fast as we could. "So what now?" I ask Ukyo who is running just a little ahead of me.

He replies, "I guess we go back to father, and tell him what happened..." His eyes slide to Owls and he asks "Did you get the goods out?"

Owl nods his head replying "Yeah don't forget I can own two bags at the same time. I just put you in a different space. It took up a lot of my nen but it was worth it or else you would be dead by now."

Just when I start to calm down, the feeling of safety washing over me, I feel a sharp pain in my leg making me trip and skin my knees on the cement.

I wince in pain to see there was a switchblade sticking out of my leg, the blood oozing out slowly and dripping down my leg and some of the blood smearing on the gray cement below me from my recent fall.

Ukyo stops in his tracks screaming my name "Yoko!"

My eyes search around to see where it came from but I couldn't see anyone around us. I yell back my eye glancing around every nook and cranny surrounding us "Owl get boss to safety! Now!" He nods, having to knock the protesting Ukyo out with the back of his hand and continues running, throwing him over his shoulder. He has no choice, if he didn't run now boss will also be dead.

Then it hits me, my attacker must be on top of one of the buildings! I look up on top of the nearest building but right when I do, I barely see a glimpse of a silhouette jumping down.

'There fast!' my mind races to see where they would attack from next. I force the knife out from within my thigh, ignoring the pain that came with it before making myself stand and using it as a weapon for myself.

I yell at the top of my lungs "Show yourself!" Moments of silence follow before the attacker finally decides to show himself. His body emerging from the shadows of the alleyway next to me.

It was the man from the auction house but now I could fully see his features from the lamppost above. He has messy dark hair that reached just about his shoulders, sickly pale skin, and fierce gunmetal eyes that showed a glimpse of amusement upon looking down at my bleeding leg. Then the most prominent feature of his is his height. He was very short for a male but he still managed to be taller than I was, by some heigh I suppose.

When I continue to stare at him, my head begins to ache. He reminded me of someone, but who exactly? Well, It doesn't really matter who he was. An attacker is an attacker, so, therefore, he is an enemy I must kill, or I will be killed.

He chuckles to himself, the corner of his lips curving up as his eyes traveled back to look into my single eye.

His voice has a hidden glee to it as he speaks, "You sure you should have let your friends go? Surely you realize now that will be your downfall. Well, either way, it wouldn't have mattered..."

I point the switchblade covered in my own blood at him, flaring my nen as I get into a fighting stance and I say "You should never underestimate someone until you fight them. Come at me..."

He quickly does so after my response and I wonder if that was the right thing to say. He is too fast for my eyes to even follow his movement and before I know it I feel his fingers grasp around my throat and he squeezes dangerously, lifting me up and off the ground.

The nails of his free hand turn into claws getting ready to pierce them through my chest but before he can get the chance to do so, I swing my arm down on him harshly that was holding me up forcing him to drop me. The attack should have dislocated one of his bones. The good thing about being an enhancer and him not having any weapons to defend himself was my strengths lied in hand to hand combat. I was possibly at an advantage here unless he too was one but I had a feeling he wasn't.

His eyes light up with a shine, the smirk on his face growing "Haha. Maybe you're not totally pathetic after all. I wonder..."

He cracks his arm back in place and rolls his wrist around in circular motions. He seemed unfazed by the pain I had given him, if anything he seemed to have enjoyed it a little or perhaps it was due to the fact I hadn't died yet.

I have met those who loved fighting in the past and enjoyed when their opponents didn't lose quickly but I couldn't tell from this situation. He let out his own little chuckle that was filled with evil intent and he hums, "I wonder what your scream would sound like as I rip each one of your fingernails off your delicate fingers. I'm sure it sounds like music to my ears." He giggles to himself, his cheeks becoming a bit flushed as he eyes me with bloodlust.

The man obviously had problems and the worst part was one of my worst fears was being tortured and I couldn't help but feel fear in the pit of my stomach rise. If I lost this fight I was in his hands and I wouldn't be just killed but tortured in many of his sick ways he had planned out. I hated pain with a passion. The very last painful thing I felt was my eye being taken. I didn't want that, not at all, it was beyond painful. I don't know how many days I rolled around in pain, crying out for someone just to kill me after my mother had ripped my eye out.

The flashbacks alone froze me but I snapped out of it as he circled around me, preparing to attack me at any given moment. 'I have to win this.' I screamed in my thoughts as my eye followed him. I snarled "Come at me you sick bastard." Again, I probably shouldn't provoke him much...

He seemed to like the fight I put up, the flush in his cheeks deepening as he muttered in a low tone "I like you...You're the type to not give in so easily. I could have so much fun with you before you break..." I had enough of his sick babbling as I charged him swinging at him but he quickly dodged it.

I raised my other fist swinging it down but he dodged both attacks with a bend of his back. I growled in frustration as he backed away and I attack several more times but he simply dodged them. The pain in my leg growing each time I moved as quickly as I did, the blood oozing out from the wound.

After a few more times of me attacking him, he grabbed ahold of my wrist, he was too fast for me to even counter it. In seconds I was pinned to the ground with a rough clash of his knee to my back. I groaned but he lowered himself to my ear so only I could only hear, his breath tickling my ear and neck when he spoke "Be still. I don't want to have to hurt you yet."

I glared at him, obviously, there wasn't much I could do against a much stronger opponent such as this man but as long as Ukyo was far enough I could succumb to him.

I didn't know exactly what awaited me but I knew I wouldn't be killed quickly. My only hope was I would be given enough time maybe a couple of hours or more to gather nen and escape being tortured by him. I couldn't die, not yet, not without finding her. That was my purpose on this shitty earth was to find her and help her.

I grimaced as he continued to twist my arm behind my back and his knee pressed further into my back "You...What are you going to do to me and why me?"

He chuckled replying as the bloodlust oozed from him "I don't know what you expect from me... Something just tells me I can torture you for hours and you still wouldn't give in. I haven't had a satisfying torture in a while, maybe you will cure that for me...As to what I'm going to do to you...you're will just have to wait and find out."

A thought briefly passed through me and it was quick, like a zap of lightning, perhaps I could still get away. I just have to wiggle my way out of his grasp just once more for the idea to potentially succeed, after all, he wouldn't be expecting it, not many nen users did.

He narrowed his eyes upon my struggling again and was too slow to react to grab my other arm. I quickly reached down to my strap where my knife and Pepper spray was and once I grabbed ahold of the pepper spray I felt myself smirk, feeling triumphant with my little victory.

I twisted my hand around my back, just enough to where it would get into his eyes and I press my thumb down, the bottle hissing as I sprayed it near his eyes. It didn't take long for him to leap off me holding onto his eyes cursing and throwing nasty swears about, some that I couldn't understand, maybe another language perhaps?

I took my chance with this as he was distracted, for now... I forced myself into a run trying to get out of there as fast as I could. I thought I had escaped mostly intact but when I was taking a sharp corner shortly after I started running, I felt fingers wrap around my wrist tightly, causing my heart to stop and for me to seeth in pain. And using just my wrist, they flung me against the wall of a nearby building and I just so happened to guess it was the man from earlier.

It sounded like he was speaking an entirely different language but I could pick up a few things he was saying in Japanese although, it was rather difficult to understand since he wasn't speaking right. "Whore... you lucky don't kill you." He paused to rub his eyes with one of his hands before continuing, "going make you suffer long possible... didn't even nen... you fucking pepper spray!" he howled in anger.

He growled and I flinched when he pressed his fingers to my neck harshly hitting a certain pressure point for my vision went black making it the last thing I remembered.

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I woke up groggy and sore. My eye trying to adjust to the dark room and make out the shadowy figure which stood next to me. I could faintly hear the sound of tools hitting against something which I guessed was something metal. I was trying to remember what happened prior to this but my mind was still a little cloudy and I couldn't remember.

I hear the figure next to me speak, "Awake? Good..." but I still wasn't registering his words. I knew I should have been panicking but I wasn't yet which bothered me because I didn't know why I should feel fear and panic.

My eyes caught the figure moving before a dim light turned on making me blink several times from the light. I squinted at first trying to see my surroundings, my vision was finally becoming focused and the fog was lifting from my mind. The first thing that registered in my head was the filth I was surrounded by, the slight chill in the air seeping in from a broken window near me and the smell of bleach in the air which burned my nose and eye.

I turned and looked at the man that seemed vaguely familiar, my eyes narrowing in confusion before asking a question, "Where am I?"

The man himself was clean but he bore a deadpanned look as he cleaned off what looked like a bloody knife, his eyes were a little bit red and I wondered why. It looked like he was crying but my thoughts return to the knife as my eyes focused on him dipping the knife in a clear substance before taking it out.

He seemed to be ignoring my question but I wasn't sure if he didn't hear it or even if had I said it in the first place. I wasn't even sure I was awake right now, everything seemed somewhat unreal to me. I continued to watch him, he picked up a white cloth and began running the blade through it, wiping it dry.

It seemed like forever as I watched him and the repetitive motion lulled me into some type of trance. He stopped drying his blade and I lifted my head to look up at him wondering why he had stopped.

Our eyes made contact and a slight shiver went down my spine causing me to feel fear well from the pit of my stomach. It was like I saw everything in slow motion. I see his lips move and words spill from him which instantly jolted me into awareness, "Hell maybe... For you anyway. I will sure of it."

His broken speech causing me to realize I couldn't move my arms nor my legs. I was tied to a chair and a madman currently stood next to me holding a very sharp knife as my memories came flooding back to me.

I felt that fear and panic rise from the pit of my stomach making me want to vomit and after remembering what happened, question after question entered my mind. How could I have forgotten, what did he do to me when I was out, and how long had I been out?

I needed to start planning my escape and he seemed annoyed for some other reason besides me spraying him in the face with pepper spray as he clicked his tongue and narrowed his eyes at me, "Your friend no fun. Didn't enjoy myself much. Gave in easily."

My eyes widened as my heart thumped slowly against my chest, "What do you mean?" I asked fearing the worst for whatever friend it might have been.

He put the weapon on the metal tray and reached over putting on black gloves. The plastic glove snapping against his skin, "Exactly sounds like brat. Called Owl think. Last five minutes torture begging stop. Never get to fun part... " He gave a little eye roll at the last statement after reminiscing it.

My body went cold as I looked down at the ground "I-is he dead?" I whimpered unintentionally.

He replied picking up a syringe full of dark liquid and flicked the needle letting some liquid squirt from the top "He died easily compared others. Blood loss. I say he deserved most pity but you will once done you." he giggled.

He drew closer his boots hitting the ground in the almost silent room beside the thunderous roar of my heart. He had the needle in hand as a smirk surfaced on his once bored face and his eyes darkened full of excitement "Now, no more questions. Starting get annoying."

I swallowed the saliva in my mouth as my eye got large watching the scene unfold, his gloved hands gripped my tied down arm as he injected the needle into my vein. I bit my lip as I turned my head to the side. I had no idea what the substance was going to do to me but I knew It wasn't going to be pleasant. If Owl had begged for mercy after five minutes I couldn't imagine the pain I would feel and a dark thought entered my mind maybe I should have died that night I lost one of my eyes.

He drew back as he chuckled to himself or more like at me "I surprised you ask no questions. Aren't curious?"

I replied quietly trying to be strong of will, "You said no more questions... Did you forget?"

He hummed placing the syringe back on the tray and ran his fingers down the many tools he had laid out "Submissive huh? Well...I like that in women..." He looked up at the ceiling as in deep thought before speaking again "Maybe I play little longer than supposed to... in way other torture. You age?"

I breathed in and out trying to calm my nerves replying honestly not wanting to agitate him "Twenty..."

He hummed again bringing his attention back to my tied form in the chair, his eyes slipping to my chest then my legs then back up to my face "More fat need you thighs...arse... You tits well shaped... neither small or big maybe you C...B? Face childish good enough..." he appraised me out loud.

I narrowed my eyes "Since when did you turn into a pervert? You're not planning on..."

I paled and he only snickered resuming back to deciding on a weapon "Kidding. Not my taste... Passing time." he giggled again.

As soon as he said that I felt sudden pain throb in my head before it spread throughout my body. I threw my head back groaning as a result of it. No wonder he was wasting time talking to me he was waiting for the liquid he injected into my veins to kick in.

My body trembled from the immense pain before it finally subsided. My breath coming in fast raspy breaths, some drool pouring from my mouth. 'What is this? I can't move even my finger properly. I can't even speak.' I tried moving my mouth but it felt heavy and I failed to move my tongue, in the end, it was like I was a lifeless doll who could only feel.

My eyes traveled to him and he twirled a knife in hand "What I put veins powerful tranquilizer. It heightens senses pain so only thing feel. Simple thing cutting you arm feel like dull knife sawing your arm half. So you can only imagine what it feels if I actually decide to cut your arm off. "

I mouthed you're sick but I could barely move my tongue, Hell I don't even know if I moved my mouth. He only giggled like a maniac sliding the knife he had chosen along my arm muttering under his breath "Where I start?" before slipping the knife down my chest to my abdomen before stopping at my thighs. He seemed to like the spot as he smiled to himself if not more creepily than he already was.

He pressed the knife down on my thigh forcing my tongue that refused to muster anything up till now to let out a small whine. He was right the pain had doubled if not tripled. It felt like a dull object penetrating my muscles and was now grinding them. He continued to leave cuts all over my body where ever he desired and the pain repeated.

Eventually, he cut deeper into my skin making me muster a scream from my throat.

I hadn't realized but he was enjoying my reactions his cheeks reddened as his eyes dilated. He muttered into my ear "That's it... Keep making those noises for me." and I noticed his grammar was proper again even after being dealt such pain and my thought was what a sick and twisted individual he was.

I wanted to glare but my whole body was focused on the pain. My mind was beginning to draw a blank as the pain grew and my heart slammed against my chest.

Finally, he pulled away enjoying what he had done to me. Looking over all the bleeding cuts on my body "Ah, I might have gotten carried away... I still need to use other methods other than this." He put the bloody knife back on the metal tray picking up a pair of pliers. I wanted to beg but he would kill me if I did. Plus I couldn't muster anything other than pained noises.

I clenched my eye shut and that's when he seemed to gain interest in something else. His eyes stared at the eye patch before tracing it with his one his fingers before speaking his voice full of amusement, "Are you wearing it for fashion or are you really missing an eye? Well, we will see."

He reached up undoing the knot and it slowly slipped it off my face letting it fall to the ground. I felt his cold fingertips trace over my eyelid before prying it, my other eye which was previously closed opened to try to see what he was doing.

He rolled my fake eyeball around in my eye socket his face lighting up in some sick fascination he was surely feeling before he finally took it out, "Seems like this is a glass eye, it is very well made." he spoke to himself looking at my glass eye in his hand before making eye contact with me. "Tell me what happened...I'm curious...Oh wait, you can't talk. " he giggled.

He dropped the fake eye on the medal stand next to him before going back to where I had the glass eye, examining the eye socket. He sighed "It's such a messy cut. I'm assuming whoever took your eye didn't know what they were doing. I would have been much better at taking your eye. Too bad I wasn't the one. It would have been a much cleaner cut." I shut both my eyes and turned my head away from him slowly, not wanting to bring back unwanted memories.

' Wait I moved...' I think to myself.

He gripped my chin forcing my head back in place before forcing me to reopen my eyes, he seemed a little pissed that he had to do this and he mutters "You shouldn't be able to do that. Is the drug not working properly...?" but he was interrupted by the door opening. That's right, didn't he mention it should paralyze my entire being?

He turned narrowing his eyes into slits "What? Can't you see I'm busy."

The blonde man in the doorway sighed leaning against the frame "Yeah I see that but Machi wants you for something." He let go of my chin or more like ripped his hand away and tsked in annoyance.

The short man exited the room swiftly after putting the plyers back on the table and pocketing my glass eye but not before the blonde guy looked at me. I shut my eyes not wanting to look at him, because he was just as sick letting his companion torture someone. I also didn't want him to see my messed up eye especially since the raven haired man still had my glass eye.

I heard him speak "Hey you look familiar... Have we met before?" He paused and I kept my eyes shut it wasn't like I could reply back or anything. I don't believe I recognize the man either, I never saw him a day in my life. I heard him give a deep sigh "Nevermind, it doesn't matter..." Next, I heard the soft sounds of footsteps draw further away from me. I was now completely alone completely unattended by anyone.

If I was going to attempt to escape now would be the time. I tried moving my arm but I couldn't. I was still paralyzed, in different parts of my body.

'Dammit move your arm!' After totally focusing on the body part I wanted to move, my finger twitched slightly. Yes!

Gradually after so long I could feel the numbness in my hand fade away. I bunched my fingers in a fist and pulled my arm up hoping I could break the ropes tying me down. It did and I felt a slight smile tugged on my lips from my small success but since that stuff still flowed my through my veins I couldn't smile completely. Then I was able to get the ropes around me to snap off around my torso. Oh, how I thanked god for being an enhancer. Now I just needed to get the ropes around my legs off.

Perhaps being an enhancer, made the drug disappear more quickly. I heard certain drugs won't work on certain nen types as much as it does on others. That might of been the case here.

Still feeling very much numb I tried reaching down to undo the ropes around my legs but failed once feeling my whole body tense from the tranquilizer. My body weight that had tipped forward in order to undo the ropes made gravity work its magic, my body along with the chair collided roughly with the floor making a loud bang to ring out throughout the crappy run down building. I cursed my horrid luck before trying to make my body move on sheer willpower.

'Wait? Maybe my luck isn't so bad...' I whispered in my thoughts as I saw that the wooden chair I was in was now broken from the fall.

The back of the chair seemed to be already splintering from whoever sat in it before me, and when it came crashing down, it had broken completely. Thank you, whoever that person was...

I wiggled my way out of the ropes and managed to push myself up but only a little. My body was still tingling and my muscles hurt from what that man did to me earlier. This was just my body working itself on pure adrenaline. I still didn't have time to yet mourn the death of my comrade nor feel the pain of my aching wounds all over my body.

I gasped in my pain as my muscles trembled and my body collapsed to the dirty ground. I managed to make my tongue bleed as I bit it falling to the ground.

'Pathetic Yoko...' I heard the voice of my child self-speak to me. Maybe it was the drugs making me hear such a voice but whatever it was it made me furious. I pushed my body up again, much to my muscles protesting against it. I had to hurry, I don't know when he would come back...

Once I got up my shaky self immediately went to the wall for support. The dirt crumbling to the ground as my hands slid across it.

Eventually, my slow self-got to the doorway and my choices were either left or right; however, each way could potentially be a possible bad decision so I took my chances with going right.

Continuing down what seemed like an endless hallway my muscles begged for me to stop but I refused it as much as I wanted to take a break. My heart thumping wildly in my chest not knowing when he would come around the corner or even another one of his friends.

I felt a sharp pain in my leg and I collapsed to the ground in a heap. Then at the exact moment that I grabbed onto my aching thigh, the blonde from earlier rounded the corner. He looked at me with a shocked and confused look, his mouth was slightly agape.

And my exact thoughts were 'If my day could get any worse' while I stared up at him with a pleading look. I was definitely doomed now... there's no way I can get out of this one...If only he hadn't shown up. My escape has been ruined...