Eye of the Oracle

PROLOGUE
(note: "speaking", "thinking")

"I need you two to find someone for me."

Koenma handed a beige-yellow folder to Kurama, who opened it and scanned through the papers. There weren't many papers; two, maybe three. Yusuke leaned over, trying to read over Kurama's shoulder.

"No picture?" Yusuke took the papers from Kurama.

"He shouldn't be too hard to find. I need you to bring him back for me alive, even if it's just barely." Koenma sighed, sitting back down in his chair. "His name is Gaki. He's a scientist; experimenting on humans and demons, injecting them, operating the, etcetera. I need you to set the demons free and bring me the humans."

An uncomfortable tingling in your right eye woke you from your sleep. You opened your eyes, even though the right was blind behind the bandage, but shut them immediately after. A bright light hovered a few feet above you, making it painfully hard to see.

You were on some sort of cold, smooth surface. Most likely some sort of table. There was a cool feeling on your right arm, like liquid when it cools and dries on the skin. You twitched your finger, and it sent a sharp pain up your arm, past your elbow, across your chest, through your heart, and then finally it settled in the pit of your stomach. You wanted to cry out, lord knows you wanted to cry out, but you were far, far, far too weak.

A needle had made itself comfortable in your neck, and whatever was attached to it was pumping a thick fluid into your veins. Your lower body was rubbery and numb, your circulation most likely being cut off by the restraints that also constricted your wrists and neck. The tingling feeling came back in your eye, then washed like a wave over the rest of your body, starting at your skull and subsiding at the tip of your toes.

Slowly, you opened your eyes, turning your head away from the light as far as the restraint allowed. It seemed to take ages for your eyes to adjust, but when they finally did, you were able to inspect yourself.

As you had thought, the circulation in your legs had been almost completely cut off. Your legs were swollen and unsightly purple color, the veins were bulging to the point they looked like they would burst.

You looked at your right arm. A fair chunk of skin and flesh had been cut, then pulled back, then pulled back and held in place by a pin. There was a sort of orange powder on the flesh, and it was making the blood turn into a jello-like substance.

The thing that was keeping you alive was the fluid pumping into your neck. It was a rather thick liquid, an odd blue in color. Looking around, you saw the other misfortunate souls being tortured. Some of them on the brink of death, others far gone.

"Ah, you're awake." A figure stood before you now, blocking your view. He was wearing a white lab coat and white pants. His small brown eyes were protected by goggles, and his balding head by a sort of hood made of special fabric. He also wore tight black gloves, and tight black boots. He was the scientist, the torturer.

The scientist hummed and walked around to your right side. He picked up the clipboard that was attached to the steel table you lay on and scribbled down some observations. He removed the bandage from your right eye. Then, he put his hand on your cheek, using his thumb to pull down the bottom eyelid and his index finger to keep it open.

"Hm…" He moved his hand away and fixed a new patch on your eye. After that he scribbled some more observations down, and left to check on his other captives.

Your head lulled to the left, staring at a misfortunate cat demon. Or at least, you thought it was a cat demon. It was impossible to be sure of anything anymore in this place. There were humans here with wings and tails and claws. The cat-demon turned her head with immense effort and stared with tired eyes. She mustered a smile. It was only a flicker of a smile, but it was enough to give you hope.

A sudden sensation ripped through your legs. It was stinging, burning, and tingling all at once. A bit of feeling came back into your legs, enough for you to realize the restraints had either been loosened or removed completely. A man dressed similarly to the scientist, but in black, was removing the restraints, while another took out the needle in your arm and neck and re-bandaged you. Afterward, you were lifted toughly from the table and set on your firmly on your feet, but you didn't have enough feeling in them to walk, much less the energy.

One of the men grunted in frustration.

"What's the matter, can't move your feet?" He grabbed a hold of your arm, the other man took the other, and they started to drag you away.

Alright, so I'm obviously a bit stuck on the other story. So, I wrote a new one. So far, 11 pages handwritten (and my handwriting is about this size). Anyway, here's the prologue. Incase you were wondering, the prolouge itself was three pages so you do the math.. Anyway, hope you liked it. Stay tuned for part one. Should be out by the weekend.
Preview:
"So she wasn't a demon afterall." You mused.
"That light erases the memories." She explained as another m an took his place by the door. "Then the man by the door goes in and tells the human a story that explains how they got the scars, like traffic accidents or attacks. The second light seals the story as a rather...vivid memory. And then..." She was frowning now, but within a moment the smile was back. But the trauma... the trauma was still clearly visible in her eyes. "...they take you home."