Static... It filled every crevice of the air and room. It was like a dull roar of confusion and emotion. White walls, white walls, white walls... This is how I knew it was time, they always played the dull static to keep me docile right before they needed my services. The never ending smell of leather ceases to bother me as much when they do this. Instead, the sound of the static and its semi-calming effect have me rocking back and forth. As if on cue I could lightly catch the thumping of rubber soles mixed within the static. It really is absurd for them to constantly surround me in white...
Then there was silence; creeping, indefinite, unbearable silence. The lock on the door clanked for what seemed like an eternity. It slowly receded open to reveal black. Black boots, black uniform, black eyes; a grin that could out evil the devil himself cast across his features. I feel like they're missing the mark... My muscles tensed, and my blinking ceased. "Steht auf!" Suddenly my boots were on the floor, my back straight, and my gaze fixated on the wall behind them rigid with anticipation. "Komm 103, we need your assistance in the...persuasion...of an enemy." Enemy; the word clicked like the snap of fingers. Enemies were to be dealt with, unfeeling, swift and deadly efficiency. After all, white is the accumulation of all colors...
The word was whispered like a curse among every suit of black we passed. The hallway long and winding like a cement labyrinth and every face that blinked past us either held disgust or fear. And once again the leather around my head captured my attention. "It is imperative, 103..." He glances back for emphasis, "...that you try and restrain yourself this time. We need this one alive unfortunately." There's a certain incredulous quality to his voice, and a lowering of the register as he adds, "...AND of course they wait till the last minute to want to use you. Even after you've been nothing but successful." The man's pride seemed to inflate little bit by little bit, how dare them not allow him to use his trained pet.
It hadn't been too terrible until now, the itch I mean. Back in the cell it was just a slight, albeit constant, scratching...but now is was clawing at my skull, the inside of my skin felt like it was being grated away layer after layer. A slight twitch had begun to occur in my hands. We stopped in front of a steel high security door, "now then 103, treat him nicely." A black gloved hand gripped the door handle as it unlocked, my eyes caught sight of the faded 27 above the door. I could feel the involuntary grin that split my face just as deviously as his had before, and the door slammed behind me...that includes Red too...
All coherent thought vanished and all that was left was a yearning. An undeniable need took control as I inspected the mangled creature in front of me. His body had been pushed to its limits...both arms leather clad to the chair he was in, legs as well...his face contorted in obvious pain as it hung toward the ground... I could feel my feet moving smoothly, almost graceful. My eyes focused on his down-turned head. My hand reached out, but caught itself midway as his head jerked up to look me in the eyes...
His swollen face was not pleading. It did not look fearful either. It held a defiance rather, and there was even a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. I could feel those claws tearing out of me; out of my chest, my arms, my eyes... The slight shock on his face was what gave him away, his fear was evident then. It was then that a small part of my conscience surfaced, and I felt the urge to kill be snuffed out like the end of a smoked down cigarette. I was no longer taking in details of his weakness but looking straight at his eyes...straight into my own eyes. The flames that had been so quick to light across my arms died out even quicker.
There was a distant rumbling then...and the startled cries rang out from behind the door. Near ripping it off its hinges, He entered. Reluctantly followed by two more suits of black. "Sehr!" My back went rigid. His voice was strained, "looks like your stay here has come to an abrupt end League scum...103, arms!" My wrists shot out in front of me obediently as one of the other suits hooked chain cuffs to them. They did the same to my enemy and preceded to lead us out a door I had never known to exist.
Darkness surrounded everything now. Until the rising staircase we had been traversing came to an end. Outside?... How long had it been since I felt air so fresh...rain so clear... My legs locked and the black suit that been leading me nearly tripped over himself at the force of it. It was like time had frozen, and the cool air of the world had frozen me with it. The itching had stopped, I could no longer smell the heavy scent of leather...and my eyes for the first time in forever saw everything.
All became pleasant...until I saw the tiniest of movement to the left in my peripherals. DangerTwoSpotEnemiesApproximatedThirteenFeetKILL. The air tightened around me as the man who had been holding my leash, as well as He and another were tossed like trash into a nearby car. All at once they were close, too close. One of them ripped the sack off my previous preys head. The other pointed a gun toward me upon seeing their companions fault, "Hey!" It was a female, her voice was harsh but had been directed at her companion. Now now now now now...
And just like that I was sprinting down a night-lit city street. The wild clatter of my chain a song on the night air. My breath a ragged heaving behind the tight and unforgiving leather on my face; and one word whispered on my own lips. My own voice furthering the confusion swirling around my every thought...free.