I might make this into a series, depending on how this is received. So if you want more drama and such, then make a review of this and let me know on what you think.
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Damn it... you can't do this-!
Inuyasha yelled out as the electrical current rolled through his body, leaving him with a hot, numb feeling.
But I'm a demon and human alien. Of course they can.
"Electrical responses good. Turn it up."
There was the sound of a light click, a knob turning, a lever pulled down. Inuyasha was shot full of electricity once more, and his nails dug grooves in the cement table as he twitched periodically.
Another current knocked him out cold, and the group above him scowled as he fell limp to the table.
"Damn, he's out. Get him some water, get him back in his room. We have other creatures to attend to. Next!"
Inuyasha hardly took notice when he was hoisted from the table, and after a few minutes, tossed roughly onto a hard, cold cement floor in his cell. The steel door slammed shut.
Normally he could have escaped easily, simply ripping the door apart, but after weeks of starving, electricity, needles, getting left in freezing water to test his stamina, and abuse by the guards, he was too weak to leave this place. His well-toned muscles were long gone, now replaced with baggy skin. He was skinny as a stick, and nearly every bone in his body stood out against his pale skin. His previous days of freedom and health were over.
And now he lay on the floor, paralyzed, as the scream of another "paitent" echoed throughout the hallways, making his ears twitch.
"God damn them... damn them to hell." He snarled, weakly pulling himself up with his arms.
A faint click grabbed his attention as a tiny flap in the bottom of the door swung open, a small tray roughly pushed through the opening.
Inuyasha's feast today: a cup of stale, acrid water, a slice of molding bread, and some dry, old meat.
Ignoring the bread, he tore into the meat ravenously, like a rabid, starved animal. But then again, he was starved.
And I was an animal to begin with. He thought darkly.
He kicked the tray out the door flap, and limped over to the tiny window. The window gave him a limited view of the city streets below.
While the government building was so close to the city, where everyone could hear the painful shrieks of suffering demons and hanyous alike, no one cared. No human cared about demons.
He slammed his fist against the window in pure anger, gasping in pain when one of his brittle bones cracked slightly in the action.
This isn't Hell. This is so much worse.
He watched the people walking below, and growled. I envy their fucking freedom. Mine's been taken away.
...Damn you, Kikyou.
Unknown to him, a young woman stood below the building, watching the hanyou with pained eyes.
She shivered at another scream from the building, and cursed under her breath.
The woman had watched Inuyasha before, many times. She was fascinated by him, yet also afraid for him, and angry that anyone could treat another person like that.
Before she turned to leave, she made a silent oath to him.
I'll get you out of there, one day, I promise.
Inuyasha collapsed on the cement floor, closing his eyes.
I'm going to break out of here, one day. And then I'm going to find you, Kikyou, and make you live through Hell like I am now... that's a promise.
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So I'm done now! I was in an angst-y mood, so I wrote something as such. Hope you liked it. Though I don't know why you really would, seeing as poor Inu's suffering and in a lot of pain. But, you know, whatever floats your boat.
And remember to review and tell me what you thought of this, and if I should continue it! This is YOUR choice, people! The little button is there below! Click it!
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