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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 Three:
Brontophobia- is an abnormal fear of thunder and lightning, a type of specific phobia. It is a treatable phobia that both humans and animals can develop. The term astraphobia comes from the Greek words "asteri" (star) and "phobos" (fear)
Somewhere in England – 1875
Kiku had long ago fallen asleep. Alfred lied silently in the bed they currently shared together, one arm underneath his head and the other wrapped around his stomach. Silently, he stared at the Japanese boy, who was sleeping quietly; his small chest going up and down in his sleep. Up. Down. Up. Down. How could Kiku never sleep without having any nightmares? When Alfred shut his eyes, all he saw was flashes of blinding white light that streaked across his vision like flashes of hot lightening –
Ztchashakchaztchzzzz–…
It was static. The noise filled his head like an endless mantra. The voices, they chanted the same thing every time he heard them. "Alfred" "Kill" "Alfred" "Repent" "Alfred" "Never Again". The voices were like bugs in a jar; buzzing relentlessly in his ear. The bugs he could not escape. They buzzed in his ear like endless static; telling him what to do and controlling him from the inside.
StchaztchastchzzzzzKillshtchadtchzzzzNeverAgainctzhzzzz
He shuttered. The noises; they never left him alone. They'd disappear for a period of time but he'd always await their return. He knows they'll come again. They always do; they always return. He gets no satisfaction from their disappearance. He is too afraid of their return to relish in the fact that they were gone for the time being.
There was no one who knew of the voices' existence. Everyone would think he was crazy. Crazier than he already was at least.
He was a freak of nature that he was. He could bench press ten grown men and probably an elephant with one hand and his strength just kept increasing. He had no muscle to show for the weight he could lift, but the amount of drugs they pushed into him daily was probably enough to kill his immune system. It hadn't yet.
Chtzwrtchzzzzz-pentSchzzzzRepentCtzhAYAAHHHSctchassazzzzHelp–
He squeezed his shut; wincing at the bolt of pain that shot through him. The voices, they told him to do things. He never did them. He never wanted too. He never will. They told him to kill his friends, kill the scientists, to repent, to help them. Help them with what? That he never knew. He didn't want to know.
He just wanted to go to sleep.
When Kiku awoke that morning, he expected to come face to face with Alfred. What he came face-to-face with instead was someone completely opposite of Alfred. Yesterday, he had decided to sleep in the same bed as Alfred F Jones, the boy (and his friend) from the Strength sector, because he had been having nightmares again. It was true that he had been lying when he had said his brother Yao had been busy. He just wanted to spend the night with Alfred. In reality, he wanted to be near someone comforting. Even though, half-way through the night he had left most of his stuffed-animals in his room and had felt slightly bad for leaving them all behind and brought them all into Alfred's bed.
Alfred had called him a slut.
Thinking on it, where was Alfred? It was Friday wasn't it? Quietly and softly, he sighed. Friday was probably the most well favorite day of the week for any test subject. Friday was the day they all got a rest; their personal holiday so it was called. They all got breaks from everything as it seemed, but on Saturday, the tests started right back up again. Friday was a day they all cherished.
He shuttered slightly as he remembered Thursday's experiments. They had been terrible. Luckily, he had not had any nightmares and had slept dreamlessly, but the experiments he had been forced through the day before had kept him up almost half the night.
Mouth open in terror; screams bouncing off the wall and vibrating throughout their entire body. The entire room was covered in blood; light, maroon red blood that stained everything it touched like a curse. It was a painful sight. It splattered up and down the walls and across the once pure white carpet. The victim below him was panting with silent tears running down their face like a flowing river. The desire to lick them away was overpowering. He could feel the person beneath him shutter as his tongue licked away the tears.
Always. He was always the killer. No matter what he did, what he attempted to think. He was always the killer, the attacker, the rapist. Always and forever.
Cuts and bruises marred their skin and their arms were bound behind their back and they were on their back; knees folded underneath them. It looked like a painful position. It was a painful position. The victim's face was purple and bloody. Their lips were bruised and bloody and looked like they had been completely bitten through and both eyes were a dark violent purple, if not a murky black. Their nose was crooked and their dark hair was matted with blood.
Their blood, he reminded himself. He was never injured in these…dreams. Ever.
Cuts marred their cheeks and the worst of the cuts was the the cuts that stretched from the edges of their lips to their ears; baring a resemblance to a bloody, cruel smile. Even if he didn't kill them, they would be forever scarred with an endless smile. The Glasgow grin it was called. And if he was right, he knew exactly what would come next
Against his actions, his fist swung forward; hitting the victim directly in the stomach. They screamed; violently, murderously. The pain could be heard in their wails of terror. The sound of ripping flesh as the victim's face was ripped around entered his ears. The Glasgow grin was such an ironic thing. A smile meant happiness. But the Glasgow only brought pain.
He shuttered. Away from those images now, he told himself silently. Back onto the point.
When Kiku woke up that morning, he came face to face with someone the exact opposite of Alfred. Someone who was calm, quiet and lazy. Someone who he shared a love of cats with. Someone who he had a little crush on…. (Not like he'd ever admit it)
Heracles.
Heracles Karpusi.
Kiku secretly wondered why Alfred had replaced Heracles with himself. He atttemtped to move away from the Grecian boy, but was stopped as he felt an arm pull him closer to the body he was attempting to escape from. Heracles shifted closer and the shaggy brown hair that covered his forehead shifted slightly. Kiku leaned forward and read the words that were written on the eastern European's forehead.
'Hey Kiku! Apparently I have a meeting with Big-Nose Braginsky and everything, so I have to run. You looked lonely so I put you in the same bed as Heracles. Hope you don't mind. Gotta run; running out of room on Herc.'s forehead. –Alfred ((P.S – Did you know that you meow while sleeping?))
Kiku immediately a blushed several different shades of red. How did Alfred know? Oh my… he'd immediately die of shame if someone found that out…
"Hmm…Kiku…you smell nice…" If possible, Heracles somehow pulled Kiku closer; immediately causing the Japanese to blush. The test subject scowled and forced out.
"Nani! Take responsibility for your actions!"
Heracles just pulled him closer. "Uh…huh…"
Alfred sat on the examining table, his legs cast over the side and swinging back and forth like a pendulum. The voices in his head were nothing but whispers now. Their voices were low in sound and he could barely hear them. With blue eyes, he watched his feet swing back and forth. Back and forth, back and forth. He was barefoot at the moment; he really didn't like shoes. They made his feet hurt even though the shoes were perfect sizes and the socks made his skin itch.
"Are you having fun?"
Alfred raised his head to meet the strangely purple eyes of Ivan. Or were they violet? Ivan's eyes were such a strange color. A lot of subjects here had strange colored eyes, such as acid green and gold, but Ivan's violet eyes were not only violet, but they held so many emotions of anger, sadness, fear. All those emotions swirled around in those violet depths.
Did he forget to mention that the voices made him contemplate the choices of life?
"Yo Ivan."
"Nice to see that you're as carefree as always," Ivan answered. The man was no longer dressed in a white lab coat, but a brown trench coat and tan scarf instead. It was nearing Christmas time and was getting quite cold.
"So, how have you been this week?"
"Wait," Alfred interrupted. "Where's my original doctor?"
"You mean that Dutch guy?" Ivan asked and Alfred nodded. "He's gone. And won't be coming back. Ever."
"What happened?"
"Not my problem." Ivan shrugged. "And it isn't your either, да?"
"Well come on," Alfred scoffed. "You have to at least tell me why he got canned."
"нет."
"Ny…et?"
"нет." Ivan repeated. "It's no for Russian."
"Well then Braginsky, who's my new doctor?"
"I am."
Alfred looked at the Russian scientist. "Are you serious man?"
"Da." Alfred looked at him again; confusion swirling in those blue depths. Ivan sighed. "That means 'yes' in Russian."
Alfred nodded. "Okay. Just speak English next time." He leaned back and leaned on his hands. "So Braginsky, what's going to go down here?"
"Basically I'm going to have to test you for the normal things," Ivan replied.
"Like a normal Doctor?"
"Yes, basically." Ivan looked around the room and then settled his sight on Alfred. "To me though, Doctors are nothing but overpaid murderers, don't you agree?"
The Test Subject blinked at Ivan; wondering where this chat was going to go. Was this going to end with him in pain? He had heard many rumors from many of the children and they all had said that Ivan Braginsky was one sadistic, overgrown Russian chalk-full of sarcasm. A few had said that Braginsky's attitude had sent their creepy meter off the scales and others commented that he was nice enough but they'd never want to be stuck in a room alone with him. Ever.
It was like Ivan put Fear and Childish Glee all into one and just came off creepy.
Sztchlashtcssszzz KILLschtchassss REPENTstchshtczzzdhtlzzz ALFRED
The voices, they were back.
"Alright, Alfred, take of your shirt, I need to check your heartbeat." Alfred began to take off the white shirt he wore but then suddenly stopped and stared up at the Russian; the expression on his face completely serious.
"I expect you to turn around because you are not getting a free show."
Sighing, Ivan put a hand over his eyes and turned around. Why did all children have to be so strange when it came to people seeing their bodies in the nude by people that weren't their parents? It wasn't like they had anything to show. Alfred could be so strange when it came to things.
"Alright, I'm good."
Ivan turned back around and saw the shirtless Alfred aimlessly kicking his feet back and forth. The boy was in surprisingly good shape, but he a slight pudge-gut, but Ivan could see the beginning of muscles starting to form on his arms and abdomen. The Russian pulled out the stethoscope and placed the wooden stethoscope against the boy's chest. It had a six-inch long tube with a chest end of one and a half inch long with the ear piece being two inches in diameter. He smiled as he could feel Alfred shutter; obviously not used to the cold feel of the room around him. He could feel the boy's heart start up and the pale skin start to prickle with goose bumps.
"Cold, Alred?"
"It's freezing in here!"
Ivan laughed. "нет, not as cold as it is in Siberia, да? This is like summer weather compared to that."
Silently, Ivan leaned back and grabbed the sphygmomanometer off of the table next to Alfred and wrapped it around his arm.
"What are you doing?" Alfred asked.
"Taking your blood pressure," Ivan answered.
"Are you just going to go through a normal Doctor's meeting or is there something more to this?"
Hmm. So the boy was smarter than Ivan originally thought he was. No wonder he liked the boy. "Not really, I'm just supposed to now take your temperature –"
"Under my tongue right? 'Cuz the last doctor tried to shove one of those up my ass last time and I think he just wanted to see me naked. He was creepy like that."
"The Rectal thermometers?" Alfred nodded and Ivan giggled. "Well, that is the only real way to get an accurate temperature, but unfortunately we don't have any of those on hand…"
Alfred laughed sarcastically. "Oh hahaha, you're splitting my sides. Come on now, get serious. I have a pillow and a bed with my name on it and most likely a very angry Japanese boy who is going to go all batshit on my ass if he catches any sight of me."
Ivan blinked. "Kiku?"
"Yeah Honda. I kind of left him in the same bed with a sleeping Heracles and he is apparently a cuddler."
Ivan nodded. "That's…nice to know?" The way he said it was hesitant. "Well, it was nice knowing you while you were alive at least. I hope he doesn't make you suffer that much."
Alfred could only stare at the Russian. The way the man thought was extremely strange. It was like the man was suffering from a severe Personality Disorder.
Well, whatever. As long as he didn't get poked and prodded at with needles he was alright with everything of course.
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"Have you ever wondered…why we are alive?" Ivan suddenly asked.
"…" Alfred stared down at the kneeling Russian. "…What do you mean?"
"My faith in God is quite lacking. I don't consider myself an atheist, but yet I don't consider myself a Christian or a Catholic. At times, I wonder if there truly is a god in our world, watching over us like he is said to do." Ivan shrugged. "There is said to be a total population of over six million people in the world today. How can he watch over all of us?"
"I don't believe in God." Alfred said suddenly.
"You don't?"
"I don't."
"Is there any reason for us?"
Alfred looked down at the Russian. "I've been here for over…eight years. At the beginning, I believed someone would come for me – I always had that spark of hope that God would save me. Only when the experiments got tougher and more painful is when I lost my faith. You've seen us all. Don't you agree that there is no God for the sub-human race?"
Alfred then winced when the voices screeched in his ear. They buzzed around and attacked his eardrums. The voices screeched louder
STHATCCHEZZZNEVERAGAINSTCHZCSZZZZREPENTCTSSHZZZZ
"Is something wrong?" He noticed the pain that suddenly contorted on Alfred's face.
"What..? Oh it's nothing…"
Ivan finally removed the sphygmomanometer from his arm and the man stood up. He walked over to the other side of the room and picked up a needle. He could guess that Alfred really didn't want to be poked and prodded with needles again and when Alfred found out where this needle had to go…
Well, it obviously wasn't going to be a pretty reaction.
"Дa, Alfred, we have to take a flesh sample."
"Yeah, yeah, I know how it goes." The boy held out his arm, wrist up and sighed. "Just get on with it."
Ivan couldn't help but giggle. "…This shot doesn't go there."
"Wait, what? What do you mean it doesn't go there. There's not really any other place to get a shot–Oh shit." By the look of shock that suddenly appeared on the boy's face; Ivan could only guess that Alfred finally discovered where the needle was going.
"Well flesh shots are very painful because they go several layers of skin, дa? So are you going to deal with the pain or are you going to need me to hold your hand?"
"What? No!"
"Well then stand up, turn around, and drop your pants. We both have lives we have to get on with, дa?"
Author Notes:
PFFT. My best friend is jabbing me in the shoulder screaming that "COME ON, BRING ON THE PORN MAN." But Dude, I just can't magically make Ivan and Alfred like each other because right now, Ivan sees Alfred as a source of amusement and Alfred sees him as a future pedophile because what kind of normal nineteen year old tells a twelve year to drop his pants?
Well, at least none of the nineteen year olds I know do at least. They're at least fairly normal.
AND LIKE OMG. I changed the rating to 'M' because there is going to be a lot of violence here man. And Doro finally returned the draft of my story and upon reading it, the M is not only going to be needed for the violence but for something completely different. I plan on following the plot of the original story as well as I can. Excluding the fact that the main in the original is a girl and the main has a fling with a boy in the 'E' sector.
And those voices, damn they kill my spell check. AND DAMNIT, I won't lie. At all. But there will be Shota-con and you're probably all like "Wtfomfgbbq" but I have to say that I do not support pedophilia in way of the sort and I know people who are victims of pedophilia so I will try to offend anyone. Just don't flame for no reason man. Give me a good reason and I won't be pissed.
