BEFORE READING: There is torture (only a little), and I didn't really go into detail... Maybe I'll touch it up later on.
All she felt was a throbbing sensation at the back of her mind.
Her body felt twisted and bare, the cold molesting her body as goosebumps gasped out on each of her delicate limps, her hands were secured tightly above her head. The cold metal teasing the burns that twitched at every move she made to escape. She whimpered as she tried to readjust her eyes into the darkness, she didn't remember what happened before being here. All she knew was her name and a large man in a white coat that tormented her with requirements untamed. The more she thought about her past the more pain came, like a solid wall stood there and pushed back at her imposing.
Her eyes hurt as she felt the crust on the corner bring protest the more she forced them open, her legs tried desperately to kick into the air in frustration but just like her arms they were bound to the table that was hers, her prison.
The familiar sound of the door creaking open made her gasp in shock as she tried to wriggle out of the doors view, being straight in front of the door always made her blood turn cold she was never ready for the eyes that burned into her flesh or the instruments that probed at her skin causing screams to fill the once silent night. Holding her tears never seemed to work in this situation and she hated herself for the lack of control, her throat went instantly dry at the sight of the door exposing light, watching the usual black shoes step into view. Old shoe's that were worn with over-use, no shine was exposed, not even the laces were placed in the usual holes. She felt so close to those used shoes that she almost felt jealous, at least they got to see the outside once in a while.
"Hello my dear, how are we feeling today?" She winced at his crocked voice, he sounded old, older then he looked. His face wore indents all over as his chin sagged dangerously low making his neck seem impossible to see. She closed her eyes hoping, praying that maybe he wouldn't do the things he did daily, exposing her body, making her scream, making her give in to the torture. She hated it; she hated him, though she hated herself more. He walked over, the shoes making the squeaking sound over and over until it finally stopped, she would imagine to anyone else that sound would be annoying to others but to her, it was the only thing she heard apart from the pain of his voice and the sounds of 'experiments'. She liked that sound, it sounded…what she imagined was normal.
A hand touched her knee as she squeaked louder than any shoe, her body going numb instantly as if waiting for the next move. There was no use fighting him, he would just make it worse for her, she knew this and he knew she did. Even though she closed her eyes forcefully she knew his next words precisely, her chest heaved in fright, her throat begging for much needed water.
"Look at me girl; I want to see those pretty eyes of yours." She cringed, her eyes was his most favourite possession, no matter how much he wanted to experiment on them, cut them out or stick tree size needles into them, she knew he wouldn't dare. She thanked her gene pool for that, she had never seen her eye's before, truthfully she had never seen nor even felt herself sober before. She had always been in this dungeon since she could remember; he would let her go occasionally but made sure she was incredibly drugged so she wouldn't do anything rash. Even though she only saw hazes of those days she loved them most.
A hand landed forcefully on her chin as he dragged her strained face before him, she still held her eyes shut, her lips quivering under his will. "Open them." She sobbed submissively as she opened her eyes slowly, glancing at her prison guard, his smile wide and grossest he had no real teeth and his breath hovered in her nose as she imagined he spent more time making her clean them himself. She looked lower scared to look into his empty black eyes, so she looked at his pen that stuck out of his pocket, a shiny grey pen that had letters on it she could never read. She wondered what would happen if she tried to drive that pen into his nearly absent neck.
"No, no, you must look at me. You know how much I love those eyes, would you like to see them? If you behave I can arrange that for you." Go die. She pressed her lips together, looking into his eyes nearly reaching as he looked at her proudly. "Good girl. Behave; today we have a new playmate for you. We found him out in the forest it seems he got lost which is great considering we were all thinking how much we thought you needed a companion." Her heart stopped, a new 'playmate'? She shuddered; she never wanted anyone else to be captured into this evil doing. She didn't even know if there were others like her here, but she did recall hearing screams sometimes throughout the night that made her want to scream back as if telling them they were not alone. But always, the same scream never returned and was always replaced with another. Her mind wandered to the boy, a companion. It disgusted her to know how excited she was to have someone else beside her. She would have smacked herself in the head if it wasn't for the restraints.
A sharp pain pulled her out of her thoughts; she looked down watching as he inserted a needle the length of her hand into her inner elbow. She clenched her teeth biting on her inner cheek, blood rushed into her mouth but she was used to it, she wasn't even surprised as it dripped out of her mouth. "I forgot to mention my dear, his name is Shiro. I know we have never really been formal enough to give out names, but you are my favourite silent Hinata, so I will bless you with my name also, its Jun." He smiled down at her, like he didn't realise he was forcefully pushing the needle into her arm deeper. She softly sobbed against the head board; the impact causing a clanking echo throughout the room, her head started throbbing even worse than before. She didn't want to think, so she was grateful for the powerful pulse that entered her mind continually, she would not pity herself in front of him. She was used to this pain, I'm used to this, I'm used to this. She chanted ignoring the stinging pain she so wanted to pull away from but she knew she couldn't, before she could even dine in her temptation he was finally satisfied pulling the needle out and gently placing a bandage around her arm. As usual her arms stayed numb as he put the vials of blood into his pocket gleaming at her. His hand came down to her face and on instinct she pulled away from her dealing with the stinging from her right wrist as she pulled on the metal. She heard him sigh as he caressed her cheek, feeling him as he rubbed the fresh blood from her mouth. "No more today." And with that, he left. Closing the door summoning the darkness to appear once again. She didn't cry; she wouldn't.
She looked above to the ceiling squinting as she counted the etched in lines, she tried to ignore the laughter and mumbles of the guards. "…her screams kind of make me excited, I wouldn't mind making the new world with her." Her ears flinched immediately to the door, what did they mean, 'a new world'. She was used to the dirty talk about her. Jun once told her she was the only 'meat' on the premises even though he couldn't believe why anyone would be interested in her hard and scared body, but women are women he sang in a high pitched voice that made her want to turn away in shame. She turned her head towards the door hoping they would continue but to her dismay they were already on another topic about SNM whatever that meant. Sighing she tried to move her body in a pathetic excuse for comfort before closing her eyes. Someone, anyone notice I'm here.
A whelping interrupted her dream of a field of sunflowers the only memory she had left. She snapped her eyes open searching towards the doors as she watched shadows pounce in and out her room. She would imagine they had found some small animal and was torturing it for fun, poor thing; I would help if I wasn't so useless. Hands clenched at her side, as the whelping grew more frantic. She couldn't handle it much more, it was one thing getting tortured and another hearing it. Suddenly pulling at the metal restraints as if she had gained some new power she tried to follow the sound but to her horror the whelping stopped to only be heard by a high squeal and a low thump of the sound of the ground. Gasping she closed her eyes collapsing on her metal slab one again holding back the tears that wanting to scream out for the unknown creature that had no chance of survival in this hell.
"Don't touch him!" A growl entered her ears that was filled with violence, threat and pain… so much pain. She tried to lift her head to watch the shadows dance but her right arm gave way from pain from the earlier prodding. She smashed her head back down in the headboard letting out a harsh groan as she put all her weight on her left side.
She could hear grunts as she heard objects being slammed into the walls and the sound of men screaming as the whelping became more louder. It wasn't until her door seemed to push back and blood silently slipped from under the door did she realise those objects were people. She gasped as she watched the pool move closer towards her until it was out of her eyesight. She pursed her lips from yelling for help, the chances of that blood belonging to the other white coat men was high and just maybe, maybe the unknown could save her. She opened her mouth trying to let out something, anything. But it had been so long since she last spoke. Before letting out a somewhat intentional word her door slammed open as two objects fell onto her floor, rolling into each other as one of them pulled at his clothes biting into his neck, she watched the prey cry out in pain before smacking the handle of his gun against his head. It seemed to do nothing as she watched his hands turn wild as dangerously sharp nails seemed to grow from his fingertips. He held his hands up smiling down at his prey, which was doing more but pleading for his pathetic life, though everyone knew in that instant even her that he was done for. He pulled his claws lower slashing against his throat. She gasped as she watched his head lope back, blood spraying towards the ceiling. She suddenly started to think that maybe he wasn't here to save her, fear caught up to her as he lifted his head almost smelling the surroundings, she suddenly felt grateful at "Jun's" obsessive need to keep her clean. He growled low in his throat making her 'eep' as his head turned towards her. Golden eye's looked at her, she would have screamed if it wasn't for those orbs. They seemed so full of life and yet pain, somewhat more restricted then she was. She struggled for what seemed an eternity before he landed at her side, she watched him, moving to the side away from him as he leant his head down to her battered arm. She had forgotten about it, and to her dismay it was covered in fresh blood once again, she winced slightly in both embarrassment and terror, she had watched this… this beast bite into a man without even hesitating, maybe he was hungry, and the thought didn't sound to promising for her. Another sound of a pathetic sound left her mouth to be silenced as he let his tongue glide across the bandage. She fell silent, watching him as he nipped softly at the well placed white fabric, eventually pulling it off to reveal blood tarnished skin. He looked at her then, his eyes full of sadness and regret, she didn't understand but she still awed at him as he gently pulled at her restraints that made her a prisoner. He wasn't making progress as he tried to gently pull the black metal of off her, she could notice he was trying to be considerate the way his eyes darted back to her wound and to her eyes.
"You-you can be rough, it-it's okay." She couldn't believe herself, her voice sounded horse and dry. She hadn't talked in months due to Jun threatening to rip out her tongue; she cringed under his stare afraid suddenly off any clamps nearby. She didn't know whether he would or wouldn't hurt her, though what was the point in hurting her now?
"I need to see how hurt you are." The voice made her flinch, he sounded like a man, not like Jun whose voice sounded like the way she would scrap her metal bands against the metal chains. She nodded not knowing what else to do in this situation he seemed so concerned for her it made her heart stop for what felt like a full minute.
He moved closer to her, she could feel his eyes bare into her suddenly realising what position she was in. She gasped as she felt warm hands on her stomach, his eyes searching hers as if for permission she silently nodded knowing what he wanted. She yelped as he moved his hands over her body like a dance, she felt her face going red out of an emotion she had never felt. No one touched her as gently as this, no one, she wasn't sure if she enjoyed his feel or was disgusted by it but he still laid his hands on her body eyeing her every body part. She suddenly felt conscious, she was naked. Yes she was always naked, but it never seemed to matter when it came to Jun, he was never interested in her like that, the many scars on her body proved that. But this beast, he seemed to almost enjoy her body in ways she had never imagined and she almost smiled at the way he softly caressed each scar that was given to her over the years. It felt so alien.
"How long have you been here?" He couldn't help but stare at this exotic finding, he hadn't seen another human for weeks apart from those bastard in white. He could remember screaming though, the same scream for nights; it wouldn't be surprising if he had found the bitch that was making it. He could recall soft sobbing after as well, it always made his insides feel empty at that sound.
His fingers couldn't find any flat surfaces on the skin of her stomach. She seemed so fragile that he couldn't imagine what created the marks. He growled in disgust, who would do this? He had never received such treatments; he had only received operations that turned him into what he was today. A beast, he could gain claws, shift his bones to make him more flexible and even faster and his teeth could also expand so that he could bite down into flesh and even bone. He was an ultimate killing machine, and those men would be proud with what he did to them. This girl though? She was covered in scars. Her arm was still fresh as he watched some blood slowly pour from her wound, without hesitation he moved, letting his tongue dance over her skin closing the wound, another trait that the men in white gave him. At least he had something worth-while. He looked up towards her, watching as she starred at him with soft lavender eyes, they were so beautiful. Almost transparent. He turned away, he knew she would be frightened of him, who wouldn't after seeing someone brutally kill another in front of her.
"I don't know, I-I have been here since childhood. Co-could you please get me out?" Since childhood? He let out a sad sigh as he moved towards her arm restraints; he had been here for only 4 years tops. How could she have survived, she looked around 17 years old. His mind was full of wonder about this exotic girl as he snapped back the metal bars watching as she lifted her swollen black wrists, he could see she was in here for a while. She was abnormally skinny, her voice was rough and uneven like she didn't know how to talk, that stutter didn't help either but mostly it was her eyes. They held so much pain and exhaustion that words couldn't comprehend, he felt almost guilty for not saving her earlier.
Hinata watched the stranger help her of off the table, she never felt freer then now and she realised how pathetic that was. She let him help her, though she wished she wasn't so… numb. She had never walked or done any movement without being heavily drugged and helped, what if he got sick of her? She wouldn't be able to leave by herself she was too defenceless, too weak. Even with those thoughts though, she could feel the gentleness of his hand around her waist as he encouraged her with every step, if that didn't make her want to blush more he had even put her in his light brown coat that hang down till her feet. Why was he so nice to her? He should have just left her alone, what if he gets captured because of her? Her foot landed into something soft and warm, the feeling was nice as she looked down and went pale at the pool of blood that was from the man he devoured earlier. Captured… she would have laughed if she wasn't afraid of vomiting up the liquids from the last days.
She balanced herself on the wall trying to recover from the last half an hour, first she was lying there trying to sleep and then a whimper… whimper? It wasn't from her obviously, she wasn't being tortured at that time… it sounded more animalistic and she doubted such a whine would come from the beast. She felt a stab, was it okay?
"Are you okay?" His voice sounded soft and yet rough, she shuddered at the sound, she would never get used to hearing such kind words of meaning.
"I'm fine, just-just I'm wondering who whimpered?" She shyly looked at his cocked head which nearly brought a smile to her face. He had rough wild brown hair, and skin that looked golden his eyes were huge and overbearing against his soft nose and firm lips, his cheek bones were stained with what looked like a birthmark of fangs on each sides and she wanted to feel if it was as rough as her skin looked like.
"Oh that's Akamaru my dog. Those bastards tried to slice his neck open, luckily for him he has such an awesome master right?" He owned a pet? Somehow this didn't seem far. She frowned, as he smiled at her. Why couldn't she own a pet, he seemed so clean too, no scars from what her eyes could see… wait, was this jealousy? She couldn't believe herself; here she was tortured daily since she could remember and she was jealous because someone wasn't tortured like her, tears pricked her eyes as she starred into his face. She felt so empty right there, he had saved her and she was acting like she didn't need to be saved. He would get sick of her before the day was over, and as much as she felt pathetic admitting it, she needed him.
"Look… wait what's your name? Oh! My name's Kiba." He grinned at her, noticing the small pricks in her eyes as she desperately held the front of the coat against her skin. She seemed so much more scared in his arms as he started walking into the bloody hallway avoiding any chance of her spotting the men hiding her against him, face in his chest he heard her lightly squeal in protest but his hand against her shoulders wouldn't allow any large movements. He had killed them without lifting more than one hand, and he would rather leave her behind then let her see the damage. He didn't want to scare her as much as she already was, being the monster he was now it wouldn't surprise him if she ran then and there, he would let her too if he wasn't so worried for the petit thing. Putting his mind out of his negative thoughts he looked towards the many doors smelling the air softly trying to find life behind them, so far only death stained the air and he lowered his eyes in disgust noticing it wasn't fresh from tonight. He had no clue what they were doing here only that they turned him into a beast and kept this girl as a prodding sample, he tried to hide a growl which turned into a soft gurgle in his throat making the small creature jump beside him, as he was about to apologize turning towards her at high speed he realised she had dodged a blood stained hand just below their feet. He gulped, feeling somewhat guilty for letting her see such a sickening scene. He watched her face for any signs of expression- disgust, sadness, fright. Though she expressed nothing but a numb exterior, if it wasn't for those window glass eyes he wouldn't be able to tell how alarmed and excited she was, and what he wasn't sure was a good thing was the fact the only fear was the building they were in and not him.
She looked towards him proving his point as she smiled at him shyly. "Hn-Hinata."
Author's Notes.
I actually dreamt about this last night when I had a massive sugar/caffeine rush and collapsed on my lounge rug. You know one of those crazy nights when you realise you don't have friends to hang out with. InsertSadFace
ON THE BRIGHTER NOTE: I did feel loved when I felt my cat clawing at my face for food this morning.
But tell me what you think, try to be nice... My cat's next meal depends on it.
PS: I realise it's a bit rushed and maybe doesn't make sense in some parts, but I have such poor concentration that I would of probably just… Ohhh, a cookie.
