Everything is so foggy, I can't exactly remember where I am, I know I know where and what but it's so foggy I can't think clearly. I could feel a sharp prick of pain down the front of me, and several pinpricks in my arm. I think I was asleep for sometime, but I can't remember…but now I'm hovering between consciousness, I tried focusing on what was going on, and the pain in my stomach and chest suddenly got worse, searing and sharp. My eyelids were partly open, I realized, and feeling was coming back everywhere, though now I wish it wasn't. I remembered now, I was on a cold metal table, the pricks in my arm were needles and IVs, the agony from my torso was from the cold bloodied scalpel this insane motherfucker was using to cut me open to 'make sure everything was working correctly'. Did I look goddamn sick? No. I wanted so much to slip back into that dreamless forgetful state of sedation. No pain, no memories.
All my senses were coming back in full, though I stayed still. Perhaps being alert was better then being numb and blind, at least that's what my instincts told me. I heard clicking footsteps, something jarred he table, making the scalpel or whatever other instruments of torture cut across my hip harshly. It stung like fuck! I bit my tongue so hard it bled, bt I couldn't swallow, he'd see. I heard the mad scientist swear and scream something about incompetent assistants, and a threat or two about performing live dissections on whoever it was. I perked my eyelids open just barely so I could see. Oh, of course, it was his mindless assistant/daughter/someone-he-molested-sometimes, she apologized emotionlessly.
Coming back fully to reality, fire burned through the incision lines, and I could feel the cold air blowing on my insides, it was something you never want to feel. It's sickly.
I heard them talking close to the table I was on, harsh whispers, but I could hear them easily.
"central forty-six has decided to terminate this project, just as they did project spearhead, with the Kaizō Konpaku. They request that you conclude your research and eliminate the subjects."
No, oh fuck, no! they can't do that…
"those meddling bastards, as soon as I get some progress and they-oh fine, Nemu."
I heard more footsteps and watched her walk away. Another one of his assistants, a short kid with brown hair twitched nervously as the Kurotsuchi bastard eyed him. I hated this place, this world. Goddamn it.
"think you can handle a simple task? Sew him ip, it doesn't matter the size of the stitches I guess, and inject him with the purple liquid in that bottle," he pointed his disgusting wrinkled white finger at a bottle of purple liquid, "purple's the toxic one, green's the muscle sedative. That'll kill him in five minutes flat."
It was disgusting and unfair and…just so…frustrating that my fate, whether I lived or DIED could be decided just like that! With a simple flick of the wrist.
More pinpricks assaulted where the cuts had been, it felt like something was crawling under my skin, inside the layer of epidermis, I knew the quivering boy-thing was sewing me up, and doing a damn awful job at it, catching more skin here, completely missing gaps of it there. When he pull the thin red thread through the holes he made in my skin, it made me prickle and shiver, and it itched! The stitches itched, and it made everything seem even more unjust and wrong because, not only am I sentenced to death for simply existing, but I was gonna go down defenseless and itching. I could've screamed. I watched him with pure disgusted fascination, as he snipped the end of the red thread, and reached for one of the bottles of poison.
"right, o-okay, green one's the poison, purple's the sedative…" a sick slurping noise attacked my ears, making my heart quicken and beat fast, blood rushing through my system, probably trying to make up for the time it wouldn't have. The needle he had was big thick and full of slush like green stuff, hell it looked toxic. He injected it into the tube connected to my arm by a ¼ inch thick needle, and the second it hit my racing bloodstream, everything went stiff and rigid. I couldn't move, couldn't close the eye I had partially open, couldn't twitch my toes.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the crazy bastard smiling with his golden teeth I just wanted to rip out, heading towards the room where I, and several others like me were kept. I heard swears, hissing, scratching noises, a hushed 'zap' sound and five thuds, like bodies falling to the floor, I knew that sound very well. He'd just killed every person I knew, every being I got along with, who knew me. Dead now.
If I could've functioned or moved, I think I would've felt hot liquid stream down my face.
My temple was pressed to the table, so I could hear my blood rushing insanely fast, but slowly, I could feel and hear my heart beat slow down, my life coming to a close. Then it nearly stopped. Nothing worked anymore, I couldn't feel anything, but for some strange reason, probably because fate delights in tormenting me, I could still hear everything going on around me, taste the blood from my tongue, and see out of my one eye, and smell the scent of decay clinging to this room.
"you used the purple one correct?" his voice.
"y-yyes, Captain Kurotsuchi"..huh? I couldn't process that, it was too fast. Everything was too fast, I couldn't comprehend anything. So…confusing. Who am I again?
These people moved my body to another table, piled with other bodies, and raced us to another room. At least, it seemed like they were running at the speed they were going. They dumped the cart over, the fall to hit the stone ground seemed to take forever.
"just leave the bodies there, eventually the reiryoku they're made of with expel into the atmosphere of Sereitei…" I still couldn't understand anything they were saying, it was as if they were speaking in a deep unidentifiable language.
It seemed ages before I could start thinking again. Why wasn't I dead yet? Or was this death, being stuck in your lifeless body uncomprehending anything anymore, left to dissolve and rot…
The feeling in my numb limbs was returning, and so was my mind. I went back through my thoughts, I wasn't dead. And I was sitting on a pile of my dead friends. I still couldn't move, but I would get some kind of revenge!
Purple, purple was the toxin…green was the muscle sedative? Is that why I felt dead, but was now breathing? Whatever the reason, I'm thankful for that shinigami assistant's idiocy. I guess there is room for a few idiots in the world…
I knew something terrible was going to happen, ever since they killed off all the kaizo konpaku from the spearhead project, I warned the people I now sat upon. They didn't know what to do, but what are you supposed to do avoid death, when you're in a damn lab on lockdown?
We were from a different sect on the modified soul experiments. We were supposed to be better, stronger, more powerful, with keener senses, lightening quick reflexes, and an acute killing instinct. The Mayuri-teme came up with an idea to make those hollow fighting war souls even better after the first ones were scrapped. We had permanent bodies, very unique bodies. He took the genes from a cat, for heightened senses and sharp reflexes, and crossed them with one of the discarded human genes, creating six hybrids. They performed so many experiments on us, some painful, some tiring, and whenever there was a hollow around, he would record notes on how we fought. The longest time it took one of us to kill one of the masked bastard was about thirty seconds. They did tests on our reflexes, I could catch a bullet between two fingers, rip the wings off a fly, my senses, I could see over a mile away when I squinted, and pick up scents over two miles away, following and naming them exactly. I guess I was his favorite to experiment on, because I spent the most times on that dissection table, having things tweaked, surgeries done, more things in me adjusted. I was the biggest freak out of all of them, I was the one that had the most experiments done on me, and I think that made the other five rather…unnerved by me. Yes, I am strange. Among the normal procedures, increasing my muscles ability to move, my core's ability to produce reiatsu, blah blah blah, he messed with my organs. I had a male and female reproductive system, which was incredibly humiliating when I got to explain that to my 'friends', I had three lungs, so I could run without panting, and hold my breath three times as long as a human, also the claws from my cat mother's genes were retracted underneath my human mother's genes. Also from the cat side I had…ears. They twitched, and were fluffy, but I could hear things, wind blowing, conversations from five rooms over, clicking of a pen from the other side of a room, anything. I have a tail…yeah, it's white, I have no idea what good that's for, it's an extension of my spine I think, to give my balance whenever I jump…or fall. Of course, I also had the pointy teeth, and a cross of a human and cat nose, the human part just barely stunting my ability to scent things out.
Apart from that, the rest of my body looked human, except for its color. When I was first created, I was smaller, a kidden? Heh heh…they injected me with ground up bits of hollow dissolved in a serum, giving me some hollow-like attributes. My eyes were black and gold, and my skin was snowy white, though I in no way liked its resemblance to Mayuri. My hair was white too, with silver streaks in it, I was used the most ecause my skin was so translucent from lack of sunlight, they could see inside me without cutting me open!...I hated this skin.
Suddenly I felt my pinky twitch. Felt…twitch…I could move. Just to test t out, I made a fist. It was weak, as if my arm was asleep, but I could move. There were five shinigamis that I could see. I smiled psychotically; this would be revenge, five dead shingami for five dead of my kind.
Before they could see me, I leapt to my feet, silently stalking behind the first one. I clawed his throat out, throwing the part of his neck stuck in my hand to the floor. The dead 'body' fell to the ground with a thunk, much like when I heard my friend's lifeless bodies fall to the ground. The next two turned to face me at the wet sound, drawing their zanpakutou. I grinned; this is what I was created for, you dumbasses! I didn't speak though. I couldn't make a verbal sound. The first came down in my grasp; I spun him around to catch the other's katana in the chest. The shock clear on his face, I jumped over his back, landing behind him and shoving my extended claws through the back of his chest. Two more came at me. I grabbed the first's hand, twisting it behind him and hitting him forcefully in the temple with the hilt of his katana, satisfied with the bleeding head, I bit the last one's hand, taking control, I grabbed his hand, making him draw his zanpakutou and opening a Senkaimon. Then I slashed his throat. Simple, and easy. Before anyone else could come and see this mess, I jumped through the gateway to the world of the living. There, no one could track me. There, no one would experiment on me. There, I would be free.
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