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The first image that floats into his mind, after the lengthy darkness, is an image of his brother.
He sees Kankri's face, happy and bright. Then his expression changes to one of disappointment when his eyes fall on his younger brother.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! I'M JUST A KID!" He screamed at Kankri, whose face dissolved. He broke down crying. It wasn't his fault, he kept telling himself. How would a four year old know to properly work a gun?
He feels the cuts all over his body starting to sting. They bleed, the red liquid pooling around him. And he can't breath. He's drowning in his own blood.
When Karkat actually wakes up he is surrounded by white.
Not fluffy, comfy, cloud white, but blinding, white hot light.
He blinks and tries to sit up, but his arms won't move. Panic bubbles up inside of him as he struggles, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. He realizes he is tied down to the bed. From the corner of his eye he sees a few doctors rush into the room. One is preparing a needle, and Karkat struggles even more, starting to scream.
"Calm down!" One doctor snarls, hitting him across the face. His eyes widen in shock as he inhales sharply. Memories start to stir inside of him; he remembers the pain of his childhood and starts to hyperventilate.
His fists flail around and one of his legs breaks free from the restraints. He tries to sit up, hoarse yells spilling from his mouth. His vision is spinning and everything is white and black and gray and he feels like throwing up.
Then the needle pierces his arm, his mind goes black, and he falls limp.
John is crying silently in his room when the police first come. He hears banging on the door and his dad spewing curses. He exits his room and hides in the nook near the top of the staircase. He pokes his head to see what's going on, and his eyes widen to the size of saucers.
His dad is being arrested. The two police officers keep yelling at him, but he just laughs and shakes head and mumbles incoherent words. One of the officers just happens to glance up, and locks eyes with John. The small boy would have let out a gasp if he weren't mute. He turns and quickly hides in his closet, trembling.
The female officer almost breaks down the door to the closet in efforts to find him. John starts to cry as she pulls him out and down the stairs.
"Calm down!" she yells as John sinks to his knees, trying to get away.
"Someone get the chloroform." She shouts, and John hears footsteps. He tries to get away but someone is very viciously pulling on his hair. He's crying hard, but as usual, no sound escapes his lips.
A rag with a very strong smell is placed over his mouth, directly under his nose. John breathes in and feels dizzy and faint. He tries to kick out but he feels weak. Blackness is closing in on his mind. He takes a deep breath and regrets that almost immediately, because it causes his head to spin and him to pass out.
Dave knows they're coming for him as he runs along the dark streets. He can't hear anything but he can see the metal in their hands glinting. Whether it's handcuffs or a knife he doesn't know.
But he won't let himself be caught, he says to himself, over and over as he runs. His feet hit the pavement quickly, and he knows he's breathing loudly from the effort it takes to pull air from around him.
Suddenly there are arms around his wait, and someone is lifting him up. He opens his mouth to scream and kicks out at his offender blindly. He is dropped and whirls around to see an angry looking man. Terrified out of his wits, he spins around and runs again.
It isn't long before they catch him again. This time, two burly guys grab his arms. He screams more, and one says something. Dave tries to read his lips but he's shaking so much that the task is impossible.
He tries to kick out at them but his attempts are futile. He sees a big black truck out of the corner of his vision speeding towards him, and a voice in the back of his mind tells him to run. He struggles, but the grasp around him is too tight.
He struggles even more, and in that position can see the letters on the truck: HOOKS.
Suddenly, there's a crashing pain in the back of his head as something heavy slams against him. He falls limp, blackness creeping up on the edges of his red tinged vision.
He hears faint yells as he finally succumbs to the darkness.
Sollux is pulled out of school earlier today. Confused, he straps himself in the car and looks at his mom, whose face is pale, and his father, who is clenching the wheel so tightly that his knuckles are turning white.
"What'th wrong?" he asks after a while. His parents exchange looks and both give heaving sighs.
When they reach home, he is told to sit in the dining room, which makes him nervous. He's never allowed in the fancy room…
"Some…people have contacted us about your hacking. It's illegal, Sollux." His dad says slowly.
Sollux's eyes widen, and he lets out a pathetic whimper. He snaps his jaw shut and looks at them with disbelief in his eyes. He doesn't understand how his parents know about this hacking. They don't even know what the kids at school do to him.
"But—"
"Sollux, we're sending you to a special school for kids with problems like you." His mom sighs and dabs at her eyes.
"But I—"
There is loud knocking on the door, and all three of them jump. Biting his lip, his dad gets the door. Standing there is a man with shades, wearing all black. He nods at the two parents and then stares at Sollux. He smiles blankly, stepping inside and grabbing the boy. He struggles and cries out for his parents as he is dragged outside and to the big black van outside.
He's tossed into the back of the van and chained to a metal bar. With tears in his eye and his lip quivering, he tries to calm himself down as the van bumps along the road.
Gamzee sees the van pull up in front of the house through the window. He doesn't move though, just chuckles to himself and goes to open the door before the man in black even reach his door.
"Hey motherf—"
They grab him and cuff him. He snarls, starting to get a little angry, and kicks out at them. His vision is blurred, probably because of the Faygo he had earlier. He giggles and weakly tries to get away.
They put him in the back of the van. For hours or minutes, he doesn't know, he bumps around in the dimly lit back. He giggles and talks to himself and occasionally lets out a growl of anger for being cuffed.
When the van stops, he lurches to the side. The doors open and light spills into the back, but Gamzee is quickly blindfolded. He doesn't mind though, and just laughs as he is pushed around. He is shoved onto his knees, and hears a door slam. He takes off the blindfold and looks around, his eyes wide in wonder. He's in a cold room made of shiny, smooth, and hard silver walls. Metal. He's in a room of metal.
Laughing to himself, he stumbles around before banging into one of the walls. Still
chuckling softly, he uses the blindfold to dab some blood from his cut lip. Strange. He doesn't remember getting his lip hit. Then again, some of his memories are starting to fade.
He curls up in a corner of the metal room, smiling to himself, and closes his eyes.
Tavros doesn't know the strange black van is coming for him until it's too late.
He is wheeling along the sidewalk on this chilly day, shivering a bit and wishing he had brought a jacket. As he slowly makes his way down the sidewalk, he feels the heat of lights on him. assuming it's just another car passing by, he takes no notice and continues to wheel.
But when the van pulls up next to him, he knows it's coming for him. His breath starts to come in short gasps as he continues wheeling as if he doesn't notice anything. His heart is beating faster than it ever has, and sweat beads form on his forehead.
He hears doors swiftly open, and increases his speed, despite knowing how hopeless his situation is. He knows he should probably scream for help, but the words are stuck in his throat and cannot come out. He expects someone to grab him, but instead blackness passes over his eyes and stays there. His mind is working slowly, and it takes a minute to realize that he's been blindfolded.
And then it takes another minute to realize someone is lifting him up out of his wheelchair.
"N-no!" He cries out, but his cries are futile, because who can hear a small, pathetic crippled boy's soft cries of help?
He can't see anything and he's starting to hyperventilate as he's deposited into the truck. He bounces around for a while, before his head slams into the side of the car. His vision swims in and out as true blackness seeps into his mind.
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