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AU: They were sub-humans in the great controller's eyes. Being only marionettes in his master plan that housed broken souls and cracked mentality, they lived for one purpose and one purpose only: To create the perfect human-being.
Chapter Two:
Agateophobia - (from Greek aγορά, "marketplace"; and φόβος/φοβία, -phobia) is an anxiety disorder, it is the fear of Insanity.
Outskirts of Bristol, England – 1876
He'd been running for hours, not stopping even though his lungs burned with each breath he took. Breath through the nose, focus on the slapping on his feet on the pavement; ignore the pain; ignore the pain. That's what they taught him. Ignore the pain and focus on the problem at hand.
He reached a small body of water and he collapsed onto his knees at the sight of the clear pond water. Maybe there was someone up there who still liked him. Sure, his belief in god was nonexistent, but there had to be someone up there who liked him right?
With bright blue eyes, he stared down at the clear water of the pond; watching his reflection in the water. Was that him? That wasn't him. The hair was disheveled, the bright blue eyes were not full of life but instead full of fear, the cowlick eerily similar to his own was sagging slightly and the skin was gaunt and sickly. Blood was splattered across the pale cheekbones and had seeped into the pale white cotton of the torn shirt. With nimble fingers, he touched his cheek; feeling the wetness of the red blood stain his pale fingers.
God, he was shaking more than that Latvian kid.
He slapped the water and distorted the image of him in the pond water. He wasn't all that thirsty anymore. Every inch of him hurt all over. His arms, his legs, his face, his lungs, his feet. In all truth, he just wanted to collapse in the nearest field and pass out with the feeling of the sun on his face.
"Alfred!"
He whipped around to see Ivan. Had-Had they followed him? Would they take him back to that place and execute him because he disobeyed the laws?
"I'm not going back!" He shouted.
"I'm not going to bring you back." Ivan replied.
"I said – wait, what?"
"I said that I'm not going to bring you back to the facility."
"You aren't!"
"нет. Do you think that I'd really run twenty something miles just bring you back to the place I hate with a passion of a thousand burning suns? I care, but I don't care that much."
"So, why'd you come follow after me if you don't care?"
Ivan shrugged. "I need a change of pace." He smiled. "What do you say Alfred. Care to start a new life with me?" The Russian scientist outstretched a hand to the small preteen boy, who looked at the hand as if it had suddenly just turned to gold.
Alfred, seeing no other available option at hand, took the hand without a thought and sealed his fate.
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Somewhere in England - 1875
The nineteen year old Russian sighed, leaning against the wall lazily. He tightened the brown scarf around his neck and shrugged the white lab coat back over his shoulders which had been slipping off. He hated Thursdays. No, not Mondays like a normal person, but Thursday. Everything bad seemed to occur for him on Thursdays.
Like today, it was his turn to guide the children to the execution chamber. Yay.
He sighed.
The children who failed their weekly exams had to die; the facility would not accept weakness. Though who could not survive in this world were immediately executed. Those who passed the exams got to stay on as Test subjects. He supposed it was Win/Lose situation. On one hand, with being executed, you were freed from this hell on earth; no longer being a test subject for some whackjob while on the other hand you were also being taken from the world and being passed onto the world of the dead.
And for those ones who lived through the weekly exams, you got to live on with your life, yet you were still forced to undergo painful experiments.
Life was such a bitch.
Sighing, he pushed off of the wall and tightened his scarf and threw it over his shoulders. It was time to lead the children to their doom as some would say.
The facility ran strangely. It was organized, clean, and was completely inconspicuous to the rest of world. It was like it never existed. The Scientists who worked here never talked and were paid to keep their mouths shut and closed or else they'd meet the same fate as the executed children. Test-subjects knew they would never escape, so there were rarely ever any riots. The subjects may have been treated like they were sub-humans, but they were still fed and clothed properly.
Ivan didn't know any knowledge as to why the facility was built. He understood the Controller's frustration with Human-kind, but why would someone want to go as far as using children as test subjects to do so?
There were four levels in the 'Hell on Earth' the subjects had so kindly dubbed the facility. Levels consisted of sectors that certain test subjects belonged too. For each sector, there were prime subjects who underwent the most painful experiments of all. Each sector represented a certain trait of what the Controller thought was the perfect human being.
Level One was Sectors A through H – Sectors Appendage, Birth, Control, Death, Emotion, Failure, Gift and Hatred.
Level Two covered Sectors I through P which was Sectors Intelligence, Jokes, Kill, Love, Mind, Nerves, Operation, and Pain.
Level Three was Sectors Q through X or Sectors Quincy, Rainbow, Strength, Taste, Upside, Vengeance, Weird and Xenophobic
And Level Four only consisted of the two sectors Y and Z. From the rumors he heard from both the scientists and children was that the two sectors that the Controller favored most. Y was supposed to stand for 'Ying-yang' and Z was said to stand for 'Zero'.
He shrugged. They weren't his assigned sectors so he really didn't care. His sectors were the Mind, Nerves and Strength sector. He sighed again (this was becoming a daily occurrence now as it seemed) and remembered that he had to go visit the Test Subject of the Strength sector soon.
Without knowing, Ivan almost ran headfirst into the room where the children that had failed the exam were being kept. Inside he heard the screams of an Italian.
"No! Where's Ludwig? Luuuuudwig! Waaaaaaah!"
"Shut that kid up!"
"Don't hit meeee!"
With a grimance, he pushed open the door. It was time to do his job.
He had to get paid anyway.
With cold violet eyes, he watched the children be lead to their doom. Test Subjects who had passed the test with flying colors herded the doomed children along; attempting not to look into their pleading hopeful eyes. They had failed the test, they knew this, and they could not be saved. Ivan Braginsky could not help but watch as the Italian boy held his head low, crying softly in Italian. The boy sat upon the chair and all the other failed subjects watched on silently.
"Subject G-0978, sub-human name Feliciano Vargas," A dull voice rang out. "You failed the weekly test. You have been put on the list to be executed. Do you have any last words to say before you are executed?"
"J-Just tell mi fratello that I love him and tell Ludwig I-I-I'll see him on the other side o-okay?" The Italian's voice was still quivering, but it was still full of that childlike innocence the boy possessed.
"Very well. Good-bye."
Click.
The room was silenced as the ominous sound of a bullet being unleashed from the barrel rang through the air. Without any hesitation, Feliciano gasped and slumped forward; immediately silenced. The Italian boy fell forward and hit the floor, rolling over slightly to reveal a small bullet wound in his forehead. The boy's eyes were wide and glassy and his cheeks were slowly fading from their red color as the blood drained from him.
"Lovi will be very sad…" Ivan turned around slightly to meet the brown eyes of the other doctor, Antonio. Antonio's name was too long for anyone to remember (because it was well implied that most of the staff here had the memory span of a rock, if not of a pebble) so most of them just called him Antonio or just Tony.
"Lovino Vargas you mean?"
"Uh-huh. Feliciano was his hermano." Ivan could only guess that hermano was the Spanish word for the English word 'Brother'. "They weren't all that close, but the love was still there."
"Who is Ludwig?"
"Uh, boy from the what was it…Control sector? Yeah! They were best amigos. A lot say Ludwig and Feli had little boy-crushes on each other~!"
"That's exciting. Now please excuse me, I have to go drink this image out of me."
"The image of a Feliciano being executed?"
"No, the image of you being a moron. Good-bye."
Before Antonio could cause his brain to aneurysm anymore, Ivan had strode past the Spanish man and disappeared out the door.
Alfred ached all over. It hurt to breath, it hurt to move, it hurt to sit, it hurt everywhere. It felt like he had been personally God's bitch for a night.
"A-Alfred-kun?" A stuttering voice asked from the doorway of his room. He didn't even bothering pulling away the covers from his face. He just grunted to show that he was listening.
"Can I sleep with you?"
"Why?"
"Because Yao-nii is sharing the bed with Yong Soo-teme." Even though Kiku was four years older than Alfred in both appearance, voice and age, the Japanese test subject still somehow pulled off looking so…innocent.
It was a wonder on how the Asian had not yet gotten raped.
He sighed and pulled away the covers from his face. He was really too kind towards everyone here. But he was hero.
"Fine Kiku. But man, aren't you a little old for this?"
"Thank you Alfred-kun." Weirdly enough, Alfred liked having someone in the same bed as him. Even though he was getting too damn big to keep doing this and his bed seemed to be shrinking, it was such a comfortable feeling that seemed like it would be a long time before he gave this up.
Secretly, he sighed. He really needed to man up...
Well into the late hours of the night and in the early hours of the morning, Alfred rolled over in the dark to land on something soft and squishy. He reached underneath him to pull it out and turned to the side to do so, but just ended up landing on more squishy things.
"Kiku?"
"Hai, Alfred-kun?"
"Why are all your stuffed animals in my bed?"
Kiku fidgeted slightly. "Well, since I am not sleeping in my own bed and I only brought Pochi-kun to sleep with me, I felt bad for all the rest and brought them all into your bed so I could sleep with all of them."
"…Kiku?"
"Hai?"
"You're such a slut."
A.N:
If I tell you all that there will be shota-con in the near future you won't kill me, yes/yes?
And lmao, this has to be so terrible compared to my other writing (hackhacksorry Otaku, I'll get to CSS soon enoughhackhack) because as much as I like tragic violent scenes, my forte is with perverted humor, not perverted angst. :D
***Next Chapter: Super happy fun time meeting with Ivan***
