A/N: This story deals with very heavy themes such as, gore, violence, abuse, emotional trauma and other dark subject matter. If you cannot handle such themes, or are triggered easily, then this story is not for you and I suggest leaving it now. This will be the first and only warning I will be giving.
In a small dark room where a single window rests on it's wall, moonlight spills in giving way to a faint light source. Still to dark to see clearly but enough to make out the shape of the simple room. The door leading in to it slams open and a tall figure, a man, appears carrying someone smaller.
"Let me go!" the smaller person yells.
"Shut up," the man orders.
Another man appears and removes something from the smaller person, a blindfold. The smaller person is then tossed into the room, falling to the floor. The two men turn and the door to the room slams shut behind them.
"Hey!" the smaller person yells, getting up to their feet fast and slamming their fists on the door.
"Craig?" a voice asks, making it's presence known.
The small person freezes upon hearing their name be called and turns around fast to face the holder of the voice, "Who's there?!"
"It's me..." the voice replies, and another slightly smaller figure steps into the faint moonlight seeping in from the window, "Kenny."
Craig falls silent and slowly looks away, "Oh..."
"Have you seen or heard from any of the others?" Kenny asks a bit hesitantly.
Craig remains quiet for a few more seconds before replying, "Seen? No. Heard?" there's a brief pause, "...Yes."
"What do you mean?" Kenny asks and the other one falls quiet again, "Craig?"
"...When I woke up, I was being carried here, to this room. I'm pretty sure I passed by some other rooms on the way, and although I couldn't see them, I could hear them," there's another pause, "...I don't know what the hell is going on in this place, and I really don't want to find out. Sounds like that, shouldn't come from other human beings."
"...I see."
Kenny still saw that Craig was avoiding his gaze and he takes a cautious step towards the other.
"Don't," Craig says, noticing him out of his peripheral vision.
Kenny let's out a small sigh. Still... he thinks to himself, and his thoughts wander. How did this all happen?
…
A couple days ago, in an orphanage that rests in the woods near some mountains. A class is going on in one of it's many rooms. A young boy wearing all orange sits in it, listening to the lesson being taught that day. He finds himself losing interest in it though and looks around the room. His gaze lands on another boy that is wearing a blue chullo hat with a yellow puffball on it, who is looking at him. As soon as their eyes meet, the boy with the blue chullo hat quickly looks away. The boy in orange frowns a bit and looks up at a clock hanging on the wall, a small wooden cross rests just below it. He watches about a minute go by and there's a knock on the door. A man dressed in a white uniform enters the room and talks to the teacher, a sister. The sister then turns to face the class.
"Children, it seems as though something important has come up. Please follow me outside," she instructs and makes her way to the door.
Murmurs of the children start to rise as they get up and follow her outside into the courtyard. It seemed other kids from the orphanage, younger and older than them, were also emptying out of the building. The sister pauses for a moment before turning to speak again, as if debating something over in her mind.
"Wait here everyone," she tells them and walks away.
When the building is emptied out, a woman wearing a white suite and glasses comes out and talks into a megaphone.
"Hello everyone," she greets, "you are all probably wondering why you've been brought out here today. Well you see, the reason for that is... the ownership of this orphanage has been passed over," there's a murmur among the kids at that, "so what I'm now saying is that, we are the new owners of this building and all who are in it," she points around the courtyard. It's only then do most of the kids take notice of all the men in white uniforms, "And as such, being the new owners of it, we are moving you all to a new location. So please make your way on to the travel buses now, " all of the kids start to speak up at once, but the woman walks away handing the megaphone to one of the men in uniform, having finished said her piece.
At first many of the children refuse to move or budge, to which some of the men in uniforms forcibly begin to put them on buses. A couple of them start to cry and a few of them even try to run but get caught. Eventually though, they all are placed in the buses and moved. The windows of the buses were blacked out, making it impossible to look out of them. And the children sat in a part of the bus that was completely separate from the driver. When the buses come to a stop the children were taken off of them one by one, with no clue as to what was going on.
When the boy in orange is taken off of the bus, he squints his eyes from the bright white light that was now assaulting his retinas. He gets pushed along by a man who guides him to a door. As the boy's eyes adjust to the lighting, he sees that he's in a massive white room with the buses parked in it and that the other children are being moved to doors in it as well. Just as he takes everything in, his hood is pulled down abruptly and he's blindfolded. He hears the door open and gets shoved forward, causing him to nearly trip and fall. He tries to take off the blindfold but his hand get slapped away harshly. Although that doesn't stop him from continuing to try a few more times.
Eventually the boy comes to a stop when a hand grabs a hold of his shoulder. He hears another door open and is pushed forward. For a few moments nothing happens until the blindfold is suddenly removed from the his eyes, light attacking them again. He vision adjusts more quickly this time however and he looks around. He sees that he is now in a small white room with a toilet on the back wall. He looks behind him and sees that there are two men blocking the sole doorway in it.
"Hold them still," one of the men says and the other one grabs the boy's arms.
The boy struggles to break free, trying to get away and yelling in protest. But the other man grabs his face and shoves an object, a tube, into his mouth. The boy tries to spite it out but the man holds it in place. His mouth suddenly fills with a slimy-like liquid substance.
"Swallow it," The man shoving the tube in his mouth orders.
Everything in the boy's head is telling him not to and to spit it out. But he can't, the slimy liquid substance in his mouth keeps on building up more and more until he is forced against his will to swallow it. The man holding the boy's face let's go, removing the tube from his mouth.
"Alright," is all the man says, and the other one let's go of the boy and they both leave the room shutting the door behind them.
The boy falls onto his knees coughing, wondering what the hell was going on and who exactly these people were. He looks up at the toilet still not fully understanding why he was put in that room. A sudden pain washes over him from his stomach, he tightly holds onto it, trying to stop the coughing that was only making it feel worse. He manages to calm down for a few seconds, before something quickly comes rushing up the back of his throat. He rushes to the toilet, leaning over it as the contents of his stomach empty in to it. When he thinks it's passed, he sits away from the toilet going back to holding his stomach. A few minutes go by of him just sitting like that until he gets another feeling, this time however, it's not from his stomach. He wearily glances back up at the toilet with a pained expression.
…
Kenny now lie in the small dark room with the window, recalling how long he had been kept in that room with the toilet. And the horrible feeling of having his insides coming out. He remembered how tired he felt after, when they dragged him from that room, then was forced to change clothes before being blindfolded again and tossed in to the current room he now occupied.
His gaze falls on Craig, who was now lying down with his back facing him. He stares at him for a few minutes, figuring that he probably felt just as tired and weary as him, before shifting down to the floor and trying to get some rest himself.